Blinking Pov Novels & Stories

Willow's Pov ____________ My eyes fluttered open, but instead of the familiar sight of my lover, I was met with darkness. I blinked repeatedly, thinking it was just a trick of the light, but the blackness remained. Panic set in as I realized I couldn't see. I COULDN'T SEE. I sat up with a start, my hands grasping wildly in front of me. "Luca?" I called out, my voice shaking. But there was no response.

--- POV: ARAYA I walk. Not with strength. Not with a purpose. Like a shadow torn loose from its body. Ash marks the ground where my feet touch. My dress is ripped. Nails caked in dried blood. The rune on my back burns— not like a wound, But like it’s breathing. Each pulse whispers in a voice that isn’t mine. Little flame. I don’t remember standing. Don’t remember leaving the black oak where the rogue died. Only the heat. The scream.

THIRD PERSON’S POV Isabella’s eyes widened, and she didn't blink them for a while. Then she watched John blink, his eyes glistening with tears. “I don't know if I can live without her, Isabella.” His voice cracked as he stared at the sky. “She was the only reason I stayed.” His lips parted in a weak, shaky smile. Pain slowly built itself in the back of her throat as soreness slowly crept to her lungs, too. She dragged in a deep breath as she blinked, wishing time would stop for a while so these two lovers could have more time forever.

Flashback Continued Third Person POV The mixer hums with low music, overlapping conversations, and the clink of glasses as Braylee and Clover move through the room together like they belong there... because they do. They don’t just look like they belong. They are the room. People turn their heads when they pass. Men linger too long, eyes tracking their movement. Women whisper, scoff, or offer tight smiles that don’t quite reach their eyes. The jealousy is almost tangible, a sharp undercurrent beneath the polite networking chatter.

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Blaze POV He bends at the waist, hands wrapping around his ankles, legs spreading. The position leaves him completely exposed, ass up, hole on full display, cock hanging heavy and dripping between his thighs. Perfect. “Fuck, look at you,” I groan, stepping closer. “Holding yourself open for me like a cheap p**n star. Does it turn you on knowing how pathetic you look right now?” I bring my hand down hard on his ass in a loud smack. He jolts but stays in position.

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

"Ms. Todd, are you looking to sell your place? I noticed you wrote that you want it sold in three days? That's so soon." "It's urgent. Please get it done as soon as possible," I said with determination. I had only regained my eyesight for a day, but my emotions were in a mess. I took a taxi home and quickly prepared all the documents I needed to bring to the research team. When I was blind, I thought about how I would not regret anything at all, giving everything up for Sean. At that moment, I found it highly absurd that I would ever think that way.

71. Saved Third Person's POV A piercing gunshot echoed through the air, making Wynter and Shadrach scream in fear. Wynter instinctively shut her eyes, bracing for the searing pain she was certain would come, expecting her soul to quit her body at any moment. But the impact never came. Confused, she slowly opened her eyes, her heart pounding. Another scream—this one agonizing—rang out, followed by a second gunshot. Her mind raced. Was the danger closing in on her and Shadrach? Or was it happening elsewhere, through the phone? The uncertainty was maddening.

PHEROMONE BLIND STARWRITES CHAPTER 3: PHEROMONE BLIND Lucas didn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, crimson eyes stared back at him. "Omega." "Run." "Lucas Bennett." His heart lurched each time he remembered those words.