First Person Book Novels & Stories

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

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Crap, this is all I need. His eyes narrowed but he didn’t say a word and i remember his question “Charlotte, but I prefer Charlie” “Then Charlie it is, I am Alexander and I shall see you later” “Well Charlie, that was weird” I often find talking to myself helpful. When I reached down to grab another book out my bag, a bag of apple slices had appeared, a note was stuck to the front ‘thought you would enjoy these, A’

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.

CHAPTER 4(THE FIRST ONE)- TITTLE: Zander Mansion Soon, it's morning, and thanks to last night I had a rough sleep, and you know, when people say they woke on the wrong side of the bed, they are just trying to tell you they are mad. Well, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, like literally, I woke up on the floor and not on my bed, and I would like to know why, but unfortunately, you just can’t see in your sleep.

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

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•••••••••••• This is the first draft of Book III of The Heir's Secret Obsession, my first crime/psych thriller/mafia romance story. Like the sequel, this is also written in 1st person narrative. If you've come this far and have read The Heir's Secret Obsession and The Alpha's Dhampirica, thanks a million ❤ Your continued support and interest in my stories is what keeps me going. Thanks for being patient! For the new readers' sake, the first few chapters (all free!) contain scenes from the first two books in this mafia romance series to provide some context and background info on the main characters' relationships.

This book is written from a first-person point of view. “Happy?” I mimic as she read the teacher’s dialogue while I’m standing naked in front of her. She looks down at my cock a few times with a wicked smile on her lips. “Yes, now, it’s your turn, Love.” She gives me back the book. I open the book while smirking at her. “There you go, wife.” I glance down, my eyes land on the first paragraph. “Fuck!” Since she chooses the page, it lands on the scene that the professor is shaving her legs for her date. She wants me to take a razor and do it in front of her—not just by mimicking while she’s reading.

I walked out, making straight for the door and didn’t even stop when the old librarian called my name. I went straight to my room, sighing in relief when I heard no voices or wasn’t stuck to the ground. I’ve never been more grateful that I had a room all to myself even if I was isolated from everyone else. Once I got comfortable on my bed and opened the book and started reading it. The cold ones were people who died and came to life. The first case was recorded after the first world war when a soldier who had lost his two sons made a deal with the devil for them to be brought back to life.