First-Person POV Mga Nobela at Kwento

Third Person POV. She writhed and sobbed in pain as she received each penetration. She felt like her world was over, a thought came into mind and she gently remove the criminal's face. Because he was engrossed in his affair, he didn't know the girl has seen his face. The other one saw this action of hers but didn't give her out, but rather urged him to hurry up before they get caught.

Alexis POV I stood at the top hill, just by the withering tree, it leaves were falling to the ground, some of it was carried down the hill by the gentle wind that breeze through in the atmosphere, The leaves were of different colors, some were light green, some were yellow, some were red and some were orange, From the top of the hill, when I looked down, I saw many other trees who also had leaves of different colors, At that point, I thought that was the most beautiful scenery I'd seen, but so was the one I saw when I looked above the hill,

THIRD PERSON POV Evelyn's eyes slowly opened the next morning. The room was bright with sunlight, and for a moment, she didn't remember where she was or how she got there. All she could feel was pain. Then, the memories of the last night rushed back. She felt her heart beat faster as she remembered being in the Van with Bruce and his stupid men, and then she was taken to that hotel and met with Amira again.

AUTHOR’s NOTE Thank you for following the story up to this chapter. I will now be using third POV for the story and only interchanging to Arlo and Ivory’s POV when necessary. Thank you for understanding. AUTHOR’s POV The one disadvantage of being human is our inability to know what the other is thinking. The inability to understand the real reason for some silences, some frowns and some gazes. Arlo had it all— the fame, the money, the respect, not to mention the beauty. He had it all.

Third person POV Zack placed his long legs on the coffee table, one on top of the other, as he pressed his phone. As Zack surfed through the internet reading the news about the market and stocks, mindlessly looking at what he deemed important to his person and scrolling over what he didn't need to concern himself about, especially gossip, one would easily mistake him for the owner of the fancy restaurant he was in and the staff room to be his personal office if not for the waiter's uniform that betrayed him.

Third person POV Enzo’s chest tightened as the roar of the crowd echoed in his ears, drowning every thought but the sight of Lisa sprawled in the middle of the bloodied ring. Her body looked lifeless, her chest rising and falling shallowly, her skin pale and slick with sweat. For a brief, chilling moment, he thought her spirit had already left her body. Without a second’s hesitation, he broke through the circle, shoving aside the wolves who crowded too close, his boots echoing against the wooden floor of the ring box as he reached her.

*** Third Person POV Eamon watched Liliana’s car disappear down the road, the early morning light casting long shadows across the pavement. The suite felt eerily empty now, the echoes of their night together lingering in the silence. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the lingering warmth of her body against his. It was time to shift gears, to leave the world of intimacy behind (grudgingly) and step back into the light of his other life.

Third Person's POV It's so dark. Why didn't they turn the lights on this time? The pain is unbearable, and he screams as they break his leg. It's been too long since he's eaten or drank anything; his scream comes out broken and airy. Red hot pain shoots through his body as they sink their fangs into his skin and forcefully drink what little blood he has left. He feels his body become even weaker as they drink what little life he has left. Somehow, he knows this time this is it; they'll go too far, and he'll never see her again. A tear rolls down his face, and he screams one last scream for her, screaming her name, “EVELYN!” Nadja screamed as he sat up, gasping for air as he reached for her.

Third person POV The darkness took Ava first not gently, and certainly not all at once, but like a living, breathing thing that swallowed sound and shape in jagged, hungry gulps. One heartbeat, she was just standing there, framed by the sterile white corridor and the rhythmic, humming fluorescent lights. The next, the light was gone. It wasn’t a transition; it was a theft. Hands that were too large and impossibly cold clamped around her like iron bands, snatching her from the hallway and dragging her backward into the suffocating shadow. Her breath vanished in a sharp, panicked gasp, a desperate hitch in her chest that never became a word before a heavy palm smothered her mouth. It killed th

Third Person POV In the early morning of the royal palace, Olivia watched the news with awe and shock. She could see her face, her past life, and watched as the reports gave an update on the Luna’s funeral services. The date has changed several times now and each time it only infuriated Olivia more and more.