Novel & Cerita Fourth Person Pov

Was I imaging April? [Next POV: 'Blake' in Chapter 71]

Third Person POV Tears streamed down their eyes as they reflected each other’s pain while the curtains drew to a close with the audience cheering wildly in the backdrop. The applause did not die down even when the curtains completely blocked the view of the stage and it was not hard to guess that the last dancing pair was the personal favourite of the crowd. Any one in the audience would have killed to be in the mates’ shoes but only the two stakeholders concerned knew the intensity of pain that they were going through.

Chapter 48: Third person’s POV Evelyn jolted awake, her body drenched in sweat, heart pounding. She gasped for breath, the remnants of the dream still clinging to her. Her eyes darted around the dim room, searching for something solid, something real. But the image lingered, vivid and raw.

Third Person POV Peace was sitting in the back sit of the car with Fritz and War in silence while inside the car as it is on its way to the hospital where is husband is now fighting for his life/ Fritz keep sparing a glance at Peace while War is hitting in his lap, he couldn’t see any expression nor emotion to Peace face---it was so cold and just staring outside the window. This is a new atmosphere Fritz felt around Peace, because in the circle of their friends Peace will always have the most welcoming and calm feeling if you're around her---but right now? It was a completely different feeling.

THIRD PERSON POV The air was filled with the slashing sound of blades. Melissa— tired, and exhausted was running on fumes. Her body screamed with every passing movement. Her arms trembled, lungs burned. Her legs felt heavy like lead—but she still stood her ground against the Devourers. Finally, she came face to face with the fourth Devourer, it's impressive figure— hovered over her, like a tower. Blood streaked down her face in a harmonious manner, most of it emanating from her fore.

Maybe he still believed that if he lowered himself enough, I'd forgive him—just like I had, again and again, across three lifetimes. But this time, he was wrong. I looked at him and said clearly, "There's nothing left to say between us. It's over. The man I'm marrying is Jace." I had given him three chances—three lives. And each time, he had used that love to destroy me. Even to kill me. This time, I only wanted peace. I only wanted Jace. Something in my certainty seemed to break Lance. He lowered his head, shoulders trembling like a scolded child.

Third person's POV Adrian returned to the pack house after his heated argument with his wolf, Skye, his mind tangled with guilt, anger, and regret. The weight of rejecting Ashley pressed heavily on him, and Skye’s silence only made it worse. The first person he saw was Katrina, her face tight with worry, her eyes searching his for answers. He walked past her, his jaw clenched, hoping to avoid her entirely, but she followed, her voice high and whining as she trailed behind him. “Adrian, you scared me out there!” she said, her tone sharp with accusation. “You just left me all alone! What’s going through your head? You owe me an explanation!”

Third person's POV As Emma gradually regained consciousness, her eyelids fluttered open, and the sterile surroundings of the hospital room came into focus. Confusion clouded her gaze momentarily until the memory of the recent bank incident flooded back. Panic welled up within her as the recollection of the armed intrusion and her vulnerability resurfaced. She instinctively reached for her shoulder, where the searing pain had lingered before the darkness took over. The throbbing ache now served as a visceral reminder of the traumatic event. Her hands trembled, mirroring the internal turmoil that gripped her.

Fabian hit the floor like a dog face-planting in the dirt, groaning in pain. His lackey, Chester, grabbed a chair and swung it at me after seeing him getting hit. I dodged to the side, kicked him hard in the butt, and sent him crashing into the pile of wreaths. Fabian scrambled up from the ground with his fleshy face twisted in fury. “Are you tired of living, Mattie? Do you have any idea where the Jeffersons stand in Cirrus? Even having ten lives would not save you!” I curled my lips. There weren’t many people in this world who could take my life.

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