Best First Person Books Novels & Stories

No, three men. They came out of nowhere in wolf-like costumes and sliced off the head of the zombie dressed character with a large sword while Jasper was struggling to be free of him. Jasper’s first thought was that he’d stumbled into a gang war zone of some type. Gang battles were nothing to take lightly. Although death was often a result of such battles, beheading wasn’t something that he’d read about in the news.

Instead, he replied with actual books I’ve read before in my first life that he firmly hated. “‘Darkness Within’ is my first recommendation. Absolutely amazing. ‘Death, are you real?’ is also good, as well as ‘The Next Morning’. Those three are my best picks.” I blinked several times, visibly surprised. Earlier events completely shoved to the side as this new discovery of Cassius Silverton reading thriller books had me utterly nonplussed.

I softly smiled at them and closed the door. With Frederick assisting Uncle, I was left alone to wander around the house, and what better way to kill the time than to read books. So, my main target was finding the library. After a few dead-ends, I finally found what I was looking for. There's no surprise, the library was huge as well. I trailed my hands on the hard-bound books. Novels, grimoires, Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson.

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He handed the books he had chosen to the young worker and stuffed his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "'The SAS Survival Handbook?' and '2020 Standard Catalog of Firearms'?..." The worker raised her brows at the young man in front of her, the corner of her lips twitching unconsciously, as she used this opportunity to look at his handsome face. "Your taste is still as random as always." This guy would either wander around the bookstore just looking around, or buy the most random craziest books ever. She remembers the first time she saw him buying books here, the titles of those being "Demons: The Devil, Possession & Exorcism" and "Poisonous Plants". The poor girl wasn't sure if this guy wa

The library was a magnificent sight, with towering shelves filled to the brim with countless books. "Actually, I'm in search of a specific book. Could you assist me?" Amani inquired. "Of course, my lady. Which book are you looking for?" The boy responded politely. "The Kings of Blackclaw," Amani replied. The boy's surprise was evident in his expression. "I don't believe anyone has ever requested that book before. I will search for it immediately, my lady!" Amani trailed behind the boy as he aimlessly wandered through the aisles. Every now and then, she caught a glimpse of him looking up at her nervously.

Chapter 1: Aazadi Mink’s P.O.V I wasn't dead. Not yet. But it sure felt like it. When is a person supposed to die? I didn't know. I'm not literate. Women aren't supposed to be. At least that's what he says. Is it when we stop breathing? I don’t know…because it felt like I had been holding my breath for years, afraid that they would hear me. Is it when your heart stops beating? I don't know. Because mine stopped the moment I saw my partners set on fire in front of my own eyes. Their flesh melting from their bones…their screams echoing in the desert mercilessly for all to hear.

Those, coupled with the countless posters on the varnished wood walls, could easily be a time machine for anyone arriving. Although, even with the bad rep of the shoehorners, and the weird smell emanating from the close space of a room, Charles was in dire need of a specificity. Because between the unfamiliarity of the setting, the one who chose to stab with a knife handle must grip the blade and let his blood gush a bit. And a non-fatal bullet snipe is a much harder shot to make. So, Charles was sensibly quick to judge this book by its cover as he looked towards the P.I. pimp: Fat Titanic. His pupils polymorphed up and down the size prow as he used it to talked to the seemingly inept guy's