Deep Third Person Novels & Stories

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

I growled rubbing my hands over my face. ”I’m just not feeling it anymore, that's all" I swallowed, my mind racing. I didn’t know what to do in all honesty. I had never had this with any other woman and Blake, it usually worked well but Olivia was different and I didn’t know why. For me, our threesomes usually worked best for both me and Blake. I was there for the sex, Blake was there for the relationship. He was better at that shit than me, could understand women, talk to them and make them happy. I just fucked them and got my dick sucked. Olivia wasn’t like any of the other women we had shared though. For me just fucking her wasn’t enough. I did shit for Olivia I never did for any other wo

I'm a gambler, remember? "And I'm not a dope, remember that," she continued. He grinned to himself quietly. Holy hell, she had some guts. "He will be in the neighborhood." She faced him with a grimace and shifted her attention to him. "How could you possibly know that with absolute certainty?" "I lived in his universe for a period of three years. I am aware of how to entice Randy. He shut short further dialogue as he moved toward the entrance of his apartment. "We are squandering precious time that could end up costing our lives. Let's put an end to this and move on with our lives. Continue to be close to me. He was uncertain.

I was relieved—I didn't want to have anything to do with them anymore. Gary picked up my urn and took it to my resting spot. I looked around, feeling satisfied. It was a place with a nice view. He stroked my photo, his lips moving slightly. I had to get closer to him to hear him mumbling an apology. What was the point, though? I no longer harbored any hope for these people. Anyway, I was already dead. If they really wanted to apologize to me, they could do it once they were dead, too.

"I guess you rushed out without your meds, right? I'm heading out." Jacob collapsed, clawing at his throat. "You… The cameras… They will not let you—" I stopped in the doorway. "That was a lie. There are no cameras." I shut the door. Jacob reached out weakly, grasping at empty air. … Third Person Point of View "Do you really have no idea what happened last night?"

How embarrassing. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Third Person POV “Rally your forces, Beta. He must be going mad by the death of his lover. It won’t take long for him to come after us to avenge her death.”

“D*mn it! What’s happening? How can people in the Third-grade ultimate god level appear?” The man seemed all haughty before, but his expression distorted into fear at the sudden turn of events. He never imagined that there were those in the Third-grade ultimate god level among those who entered the area.

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A family of three. The photos were arranged neatly in chronological order, from maternity shoots to his one-month celebration, all the way to Cody’s second birthday. As the so-called mother who had raised him for three years, I didn’t have a single proper photo with him. My entire body trembled as I stared at Dorian. "Three years ago, in the delivery room… The child I gave birth to… Where is that baby?" Dorian didn’t dare meet my eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice came out dry.