Novel & Cerita Dual Pov

I will try and put summaries in the note sections for these chapters. _____________________ POV There are multiple points of view, the point of the view may switch within a chapter. These are denoted at the top of the change. _______________________ Author's Note Thank you so much for choosing to read my story, I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to leave your comments and feedback, it helps me grow and gage the readers perspective. ______________________

— ¶ ¶ — POINT OF VIEW This story is written in dual first-person POV. You will live primarily inside Sofia’s head because that is where the real war is fought. Alessio’s perspective will shift in when the emotional weight of the story demands it and not a moment before. You will always know whose head you are in. I will never leave you lost. — ¶ ¶ — AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you all genuinely. Out of everything you could be reading right now, you chose this. That is not something I take lightly.

As I have stated this story will have multiple points of views. The next chapter will have the author's point of view in the first half and the Character's point of view in the second half. This story is going to have a lot of twists and turns hence I am using this approach of writing the story. Just making it clear so that it's not confusing for the readers. Also, Sydney might appear as a weak character to some. She is supposed to be weak. Not all women are born strong. They grow and gain strengths through their experiences of life.

Third Person POV: She sat on the bed and their cocks were hard, she was so ready to be fucked. Her pussy was practically dripping and as she stared at the two men. They looked like identical twins both with sexy fuckable bodies. Their cocks began to bob as she stared, and she could not take her eyes off them. Each of their cocks were both unique in their own way, but both looking equally delicious. She was curious and excited about what was going to happen. Axl dropped to his knees and nudged her legs apart. He grasped her butt and slid her to the edge of the bed. Without thinking, she put her knees over his shoulders and watched as he knelt till he was right at her dripping wet cunt.

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Chap 50 Third person pov Hadia was standing in her room praying for the happiness of her family. She was hoping that her planning gets well. Her plan was something someone has never thought. It was something extraordinary. Yes, the game is going to have a crucial fling. ...............

he hissed. He laid her down, his movements rough and efficient. As he began to thrust his fingers into her, her body shook with the force of it. Watching my best friend tremble under his touch sent a flare of jealousy through me. I wanted it to be me. I mirrored her movements, my own fingers moving frantically as I watched him finally enter her. He slammed into her with a raw, primal intensity. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, terrified they would discover me lurking in the dark.

We were an unlikely pair—total opposites—thrust together in solidarity as children in the limelight when my father was Governor of Colorado and Vi’s was Lieutenant Governor. “I’m monogamous currently.” Vi laughs. “Well, mostly.” Vi’s flavor of the month is a professional snowboarder whose name I can’t remember. “You’re a paragon of virtue. But wouldn’t glow-in-the-dark lube look like a scene out of CSI?” I wonder. Vi snorts. “That’s both true and repulsive.” “I’m not the one who ordered glow-in-the-dark condoms and lube,” I argue, squatting down to read the address label on the box. “Mr. Dick Balsac is.”

Third-Person Pov The cottage was cloaked in the hushed intimacy of a stolen night. Kavan and Kazia lay entwined on the couch, their limbs a testament to their shared desire. The world outside was oblivious to their secret, and for this brief moment, it was just the two of them, consumed by the warmth of each other's presence. Kazia nestled herself closer to Kavan, her head resting on his chest, her fingers tracing aimless patterns on his skin. In the soft glow of the flickering fireplace, time seemed to stretch and fold, as if they were caught in an eternal embrace.

We kicked off our shoes, threw on some comfy pajamas, and collapsed onto the massive sectional in the living room. Cheryl pulled out her phone and started scrolling through movies. “Alright, what are we watching first?” Alex grinned. “Something cheesy. Preferably with a lot of hot guys.” “Agreed,” I said, grabbing a blanket and settling in. As the movie started, and the lights dimmed, I couldn’t help but feel a warm sense of contentment. These were the moments that mattered—the quiet nights, the inside jokes, the shared secrets. No matter what else was happening in our lives, I knew I could always count on Alex and Cheryl to be there for me, just like I’d always be there for them.