First Person Pov Books Novels & Stories

Author's Note: There is so many Point of View changes in these first chapters because I want you (the reader) to have a good understanding of what each character is thinking and feeling. Plus, there are other things going on within the house that Ella and Peyton wouldn’t know about, hence why I’m giving you an insight into Michael, Damon and Luke’s thoughts/lives. As the story progresses, the book will swap to Ella’s Point of View only (Except for the odd snippet/chapter here and there)

" I don’t turn a person into a bookworm. You should give it a try. Reading is fun. " His fingers slid through the spines of the book. "Will you let me borrow your books?" Yes, yes. Just take care of them. " I don’t usually lend books to other people. He’s a friend, and he saved me from death. Lending him a book every week or so was not a huge distraction. "I suggest a thriller book for beginners and guys like you." "Are they good?" "They were fantastic." I walked toward him and picked up a book for him to take to his place. I chose a third-person point of view for my domestic thriller. The one that crept up on me one time. "Try this."

Flames danced as they flitted light from candles that were sparsely positioned along the way, but he doubted the average person who wasn’t familiar with it would have been able to maneuver about without stubbing his toe on at least one random boulder that jutted from the dirt packed floor. He was grateful for the fact that the moon was only a week away from being full. Because of this, his body was already experiencing some of the wolf attributes. One of them being the ability to see clearly in dimly lit areas. The scent of wolf mixed with vampire and something else reached him just a fraction of a second before his sharp vision spotted a man leaning against the wall of the cave. He’d pos

Novels, grimoires, Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson. Wait, what? The Emily Dickinson? She hid most of her poems until the day she died, but looking at this book, holding it, it feels like everything she had written is in here. It's a lot, there were still poems of her that I haven't read yet, I never knew about its existence until now. I quickly opened the book and the pages were amazing, you know that scent of old books? This one has it, that one familiar scent of home, of comfortability, of coffee in the early morning while it's raining. I stopped on a particular poem, one I've read over and over again. I'm Nobody! Who are you?

He asks with something in his voice I can't quite identify. "You don't know." I say with a slight chuckle in my voice. "Just pick one." I watch idle as he sifts through all the books until he picks one. House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J Maas. "That is one of my favourite books. Although I might just be biased because I love her writing." I lean back in the chair with a satisfied look on my face. "What makes you love someone's writing?" He sits back in his chair and looks at me curiously.

Charlie’s POV As soon as I saw her I just felt an overwhelming sense of calm, it was like her soul called to mine as I moved towards her, sidestepping Max so that I could get closer to her. Her scent was intoxicating and like it had its own strings pulling me towards her. She was beautiful and as I wrapped my arms around she squeezed me tight, the tears overflowed, I couldn’t stop them and I didn’t care, I just wanted to be with her.

The second piece was just the same as the first, but adding more detail and background after they viewed their mistakes in the first. "Taking both of these." Ren rolled them up. "I take it as an illustration of your old home?" Two gave him a sad nod. "Hmm, ok. Come along now." Ren pulled the book to him and started to read as they walked. They made it out of the courtyard when Zero and Three ran up. "Can we come as well, Master?" Zero asked. Three just looked on excitied.

I enjoy reading books as I listen to soothing music. My favorite book is your face. My favorite page is in your eyes. My favorite chapter is in your emotions. My ultimate pleasure in your smile as I listen to the music of your laughter. Forever my favorite book. It's called Dove. ~Humeyra HAMDAN'S P.O.V

He fished in his pocket again for his cigarettes. I stayed leaning against the wall, my eyes fixed on the caretaker. In the past few years I had seen many victims of proles attacks. Dead on television, dead in academia, and dead on the hunt, but it was the first time since my birthday that I had to watch someone die. Look, Gracy, the funny dog. I called it plush because it looks so plush. That could have been me too. It could have been anyone I knew. Wynn, Uncle Roderick, Evangeline, Domenico. Reese.

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸 LOL, HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE LITTLE APPETIZER. Okay, let's discuss important stuffs that will enable us understand the book better; Point of View: First person's point of view(FPP) is employed in the story, and it sticks to the traditional "mono first-person view" throughout with the epilogue being the only exception. Inline Thoughts and Notes: