Fourth Person Pov Novels & Stories

The audio on the tablet kept playing. It clearly captured Susan ordering Ms. Thompson to feed Lucas “poisoned milk powder”. “Don’t let him live too long. After some time has passed, when no one’s asking, just say he got an infection and died. The manager stood on the side, fumbling to end the livestream. But she was stopped by Sam. “Ms. Thompson, don't rush to turn off the livestream. Let everyone see it. Let others see how you and Susan swap out Lucas and plan to kill him.”

Nothing more” I concluded. After a while, I got engrossed in the movie I was watching on the TV. I had a glass of wine and popcorn in a small container next to me on the couch. Suddenly, someone touched my neck and the glass dropped the floor and crashed while the wine splashed on the floor. 3rd PERSON POV

Please let me know in the comments do you want me to keep up with first person POV or I should use a third person pov Also if you’ve been enjoying this master piece do well to support my book thank you 🤭

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Chapter three- His Mask Third-person POV She looks at the performer dumbfounded by the singer who has a hat on and a mask on his face, he smiles in her way and she can see it from the way his eyes were shining in her way. Seconds later, she holds her chest as she feels her heart beating faster and her chest tightening. So she walks towards the performers and stands at the tip of the platform, she doesn’t stop there but walks forward.

SEASON 2 Hello everyone! First of all, if you have made it this far, an endless thank you to you. I appreciate your presence taking the time reading my book. Secondly, I am sorry. I am sorry because I may not deliver the cleanest chain of thought or have a strong plot in a story. I am a new writer and still currently learning as of today. Lastly, I have decided and think heavily that I will put the P.O.V of the second book in the Third Person. I find it more transparent and direct and showcase all the feelings, emotions, and thoughts that a particular character may have.

Calder POV Pain was useful. That was the first rule. Pain meant you were still in control of your body. Still aware. Still capable of making decisions instead of reacting blindly. Pain was information. Right now I had too much of it. I kept my hand pressed hard against my side as we moved, fingers slick with blood that refused to slow. Not arterial. Not immediately fatal. Which was good. But still, it was deep. Deeper than I liked. Deeper than I would admit.

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.

While I stood their, my breathing began to come in gasp while my thought wandered towards different memories, As the hunt continued, my head began to pound with an increasing intensity. Despite my efforts to stay focused, the pain became a distraction, clouding my thoughts and making it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. THIRD PERSON POV TRANCE In a hazy state of mind, she found herself grappling with a barrage of memories and emotions. The voice that spoke seemed to reverberate within her, shaking the foundation of her understanding. As if a dam had burst, her mind flooded with images, sensations, and an overwhelming sense of recognition.

THIRD PERSON’S POV Janie’s fists tremble as she stands in the middle of her living room, her mind swirling in a chaotic storm of fury. She’s so angry she can’t think straight. The rage bubbles up in her chest, hot and suffocating. Her breaths come in short, jagged bursts as she glares at the remains of the glass objects shattered across the floor. The room feels smaller, more suffocating with each passing moment.