Her Pov Novels & Stories

>POV: Blake Thе раnіс іn her vоісе hаѕ mе gоіng nuts. I must have ԛuаdruрlеd the ѕрееd lіmіt on the way оvеr hеrе. Whеn I see Cаrrіе, I knоw іt wаѕ worth it.

●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● NOAH'S POV :- I know I am being a bit harsh with Angela, but I don't have any other option. Everytime I meet her, I fall for her even more. She is feisty, but cute at the same time. She is the only girl who has ever dared to oppose me so many times and also the only girl to throw water on me most of the times. I laughed at my thought.

Valerie pov I lost my balance and fell to the ground , I was speechless what has come over bethel .I tried standing up but it seems I twist my ankle .I was still struggling to get up , When I heard my mother shouting at bethel . " Bethel what the heck is wrong with you, Why would you have to push your sister like that . Bethel am talking to you " " Please mother she is not my sister , She cease to be my sister the day she snatched the king away from me "

Anna pov She was on the phone but how could she be on the phone. We all watched her die and her body burned but here she was on the phone spouting bullshit to my mate. Derek growled loud shooting to his feet. "what the fuck do you want whore?",he was pissed she should be dead. "just seeing how my men are doing Derek I miss you and Liam",she sighed. Derek looked livid as he paced. "you died ",he growled. "no I didn't I escaped and put my mouthy twin in my place you stupid bitches killed my twin sister bet mom didn't tell you about us",she cackled loud making me cringe.

Or that’s how she planned it. she’d wait until after supper and watch the poison take effect. The poison was supposed to a mild poison. It wasn’t fatal. It was just to teach someone a lesson. A good one. Her phone rings. Rosalie walks over to her phone and see Ari’s name. “Hello...” she answers.

Josh POV Who could have though an ugly nerd like her would have such a badass ass and hot shape, I could love to have a taste of her, kahr is nothing different from me, I know he does not love her too, he is only after her just to fuck her, she is too hot, and she got a killer body, I thought she was a new student that I wanted to impress, not until I walked up to her to impress myself in front of her did I know she was the school nerd (OMG) I was too shocked and got embarrassed when she left me standing after she told me who she is, guess she got her revenge on my attitude towards her during her failed confession with kahr,

As we stepped out of the shop, another blog post was already up. Photos from a few minutes ago. Violet working. Me smiling at her. Me holding her as we sat. It was selling, and just maybe the one-night-stand rumors would soon be out the door. But most importantly, something significant had changed. The top trends didn't only carry Violet and me, but Marcus and Chloe. And the ex-best friend wasn't taking it well. While #PuckBunny... ...was now #IsViliamReal.

she snapped. Tukijo smiled, satisfied with Markonah's statement. He took the initiative to approach her and hugged her from behind. "Yes, I belong only to her." Markonah was slightly surprised. She tilted her head up to look at Tukijo's face. "Ah, why is this guy so handsome," she murmured, blushing. Markonah's height was level with Tukijo's shoulder. By tilting her head up, she could clearly see Tukijo's face.

He purred like a little engine, batting his paws at her curls as she tucked him against her chest. “Você é tão fofinho,” she whispered to him, pressing her cheek to his head. Goose melted into her arms like he’d known her forever. Which was insulting, really. He’d never been that calm in mine. “Traitor,” I muttered. She looked up, eyes sparkling, like she’d forgotten we were all still standing there watching. “He’s perfect. You’re very lucky.” “Lucky isn’t the word I’d use,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. “More like cursed. He’s been chaos since day one. Climbs curtains, knocks over coffee, sets off alarms, ”

Noah’s P.O.V Dorian pulled the old Chevy to a stop, a sputtering noise echoing from its engine before it finally stopped. We’d been driving for hours, the Minnesota wilderness stretching out endlessly until a little cottage appeared, nestled against a glassy lake that shimmered under the afternoon sun. In the silence that followed, I glanced over at Dorian. His long fingers were still gripping the wheel and his knuckles were scraped raw from his fight with Matt. The swelling around his eyes had lessened a lot, but honestly, Dorian was the only one I knew who still managed to look scrumptious while he was roughed up. When he noticed me looking at him, he flicked his green eyes to me for a sec