Objective Pov Example Novels & Stories

Nerdy Deborah with her big rimmed glasses, has been in love with Caleb, her childhood crush and basketball player for the past ten years. She got admission into the same college as him and even got a job as the coach’s assistant just to be near him. All hell let's lose when she confesses her love to him and tells him she's a virgin and that she wants him to take her virginity on her 18th birthday without knowing she was being filmed by the school bully. Liam, the Captain of the basketball team and Caleb’s best friend, offers Deborah a contract to school her on the art of seduction which could help her get Caleb, in return for something he needs. As Deborah is transformed from invisible nerd to campus heartbreaker, sparks fly where they shouldn’t. What starts as a lesson in flirting quickly spirals into a war of emotions, secrets, and betrayal. Caleb starts noticing her. Liam starts needing her. And someone else—someone dangerous—starts watching her. But when love is a game, and the stakes are deadly, who will win… and who will pay the price?

For five years, Elowen was the backbone of the Iron-Claw Pack. As a contract Luna, she bled for a pack that wasn't hers and loved an Alpha, Caspian, who treated her like a placeholder. When Caspian’s first love, Sienna, returns pregnant and grieving, Elowen is cast into a dungeon for a crime she didn’t commit. Escaping to the legends of her past, Elowen discovers she is the lost princess of the Tri-Alpha Alliance. To claim her crown and her dormant "Celestial" power, she must visit a Dark Healer who demands a heavy toll: the total erasure of her love for Caspian. But when Caspian tracks her down to the Mystic Forest, begging for a cure for Sienna’s "mysterious" illness, Elowen must decide if she will save her enemy or let the man she once loved watch his world burn.

Rose, the ex-wife of billionaire Derek Clair, has been wronged in the worst possible way. After a messy divorce, Derek used his wealth and influence to destroy Rose’s reputation and leave her financially ruined. Now, Rose is back, and she’s seeking revenge. With the help of a wealthy ally, Rose sets out to dismantle Derek’s business empire and expose his darkest secrets. But as the stakes grow higher, Rose realizes that her desire for revenge may come at a steep cost. Will she be able to continue her quest for vengeance after discovering an unexpected truth about Derek? Or will she be swallowed by her desire for vengeance? Can she find a way to heal and move on, or will her thirst for revenge forever define her? Will they ever be able to find closure and move on, or is their love forever lost? Will they ever find a happily ever after?

"Hubby, kiss me. I miss you so much. When are you coming home?" Out of nowhere, I received a text. The sender was the cold, untouchable CEO who was currently scolding us in a meeting, Veronica Starling. What shocked me even more was the timestamp on the message. It was sent five years in the future.

All along, I've been following a social media account that's dedicated to a couple sharing about their romance. It doesn't have a lot of followers, but the posts are all very heartwarming. The owner of the account records all the little details about his relationship with his girlfriend. They get into arguments over a plate of pasta before breaking into laughter and calling each other an overgrown child. They climb up the hill to hold each other under the sky full of stars, wishing they could make time pause at that very moment. Even though the owner of the account never reveals his face, I am always moved by the words he writes. The day before my wedding, the owner uploads a new post. "This marks the end of our ten-year relationship. From now on, she'll be his wife, and I'll only be his friend. There won't be any more updates to this account. I wish nothing but the best for my best friend and the woman he loves the most." The picture uploaded with this caption is one of my fiancee and me, taken from behind.

After transferring into an elite high school, I was bullied. However, it was not my classmates that bullied me; it was every object in the school. The private bathroom in my dorm only ran icy cold water when I showered, forcing me to trek to the public bathhouse in the dead of winter. When I begged the dorm supervisor, Mrs. Linda Mercer, to submit a repair request, she rolled her eyes and said, "The students who lived here last year never had this problem. Why is it suddenly broken when you move in?" My student ID card never worked in the library or the cafeteria. Every single time, it failed to scan, and I had to register manually. The multimedia equipment in the classroom froze whenever I touched it, dragging down the entire class schedule. I went to the teachers for help. They frowned and complained instead. "Everyone else can use it just fine. Why does it only malfunction when you do?" Even my deskmate rolled her eyes and mocked me. "You put on such a show every day. You are the only one who's so special. Are we supposed to stop studying just for you?" One strange incident after another completely isolated me at my new school. I cried and begged my parents to let me transfer again. They said, "The college entrance exam is right around the corner. Stop making trouble. Just endure it, and it will pass." I listened. I decided to grit my teeth and push through. Then, on the day of the college entrance exam, the security gate malfunctioned and started leaking electricity. Everyone else was fine. I was the only one who was electrocuted to death on the spot. Until the moment I died, I could not understand why the entire school seemed to be pushing me out. I was just a newly transferred student who had no grudges with anyone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I arrived to register at the new school.

In the first year after marrying Victoria Kingsley, I choose to celebrate the holidays with her in her childhood home. At dinner, my mother-in-law suddenly claims that she's lost her gold bracelet. That's when Victoria's childhood friend, Jonathan Zane, points at me. "You must be the one who stole the bracelet! After all, you've been a serial pickpocket since you were young!" Everyone turns to stare at me, their gazes unkind. I thought Jonathan must have mistaken me for another person, so I tell everyone that I never stole the bracelet. But Jonathan continues confidently, "You were punished for stealing from others in high school all the time! Not to mention, I saw you at the police station last month! There's no way I'd have gotten the wrong guy!" Then, Jonathan lays down the details including the time, location, as well as the clothes I was wearing that day. All I feel is mixed feelings at the moment. The thing is, I was at the police station because I needed to obtain some evidence. After all, I'd already joined the judiciary a long time ago. Last month, I was even promoted to the presiding district court judge.

Tatiana Rivera has survived loss her entire life, but nothing prepares her for the night her step-siblings arrive at her doorstep—injured, terrified, and fleeing a home where their own mother is exploiting them. She takes them in without hesitation, unaware that this act will pull her into a dangerous world she was never meant to enter. Lucien Leng is a cold, powerful billionaire CEO who controls everything he touches. Behind his empire lies a buried guilt: he believes he is responsible for the death of Tatiana’s mother. To atone, he finds Tatiana and forces an impossible deal—marry him under a strict contract, or risk losing her siblings to the darkness closing in on them. With no choice, Tatiana signs. She is dragged into Lucien’s world of wealth, silence, and control, where nothing is as it seems. His protection feels like a cage, and his kindness carries hidden edges. Meanwhile, unseen forces begin to move: a dangerous stepmother closing in from the outside, and a stepbrother watching from the shadows with motives no one can read. But the deepest secret lies in the past. The accident that killed Tatiana’s mother was not as simple as it seemed—and Lucien may be closer to it than he admits. Now trapped in a marriage built on power and secrets, Tatiana must decide whether Lucien Leng is the man who will protect her from everything… or the reason her life was destroyed in the first place.

During the school holidays, I took my daughter to a park. I had barely entered the park entrance with my daughter when a supercar crossed the solid line and rear-ended us. The man who jumped out came storming toward me, furious. "Do you even know how to drive? Do you know how much this car costs? You can't afford it even if you went bankrupt!" I was about to argue back since he was clearly the one breaking traffic rules. But I froze. That car looked painfully familiar. Wasn't that the supercar my mother gave me the first year I took over the Milton Group? Even the license plate was identical. My wife, Hazel Bishop, had told me the engine was broken and that she'd sent it to the dealership for repairs. I met the man's arrogant stare. "Is this car really yours?" He paused, then grinned smugly. "My wife bought it for me. It's limited-edition. Someone like you wouldn't understand. Go call your family and sell your house. You owe me 200 thousand dollars." Sneering, he added, "Don't try anything clever. My wife's the GM of Milton Group. She has serious connections. She'll be here any minute." I let out a cold laugh. So Hazel canceled on our daughter today, not because of a business meeting, but because she was out spending the holiday with her lover and his kid instead.

On Valentine's Day, I paid in full for a sports car and gave it to my wife as a gift. But when my wife arrived at the private dining restaurant, she brought her parents—and her childhood sweetheart—along with her. The moment my mother-in-law saw it, she slammed her hand on the table, furious. "Tyler, do you have so much money that it's burning a hole in your pocket? Is all this really necessary just for a meal? "Megan pinches every penny at home, and here you are throwing money around outside—just to show off?" Embarrassed, I tried to explain that this was simply a token of my love for Megan. My father-in-law, however, kept a stern face. "No matter how expensive the car is, it's still going to get stuck in traffic during rush hour! It's not even as useful as the electric scooter Brandon gave her. If you ask me, you didn't put any real thought into this. "Oh, right. I heard the salesperson who sold you the car was introduced by Brandon. How exactly are you planning to repay that favor? No matter how busy you are with work, you can't just push everything onto Brandon to handle for you." I could hear the hidden meaning behind his words. So that was what this was really about. They were still holding a grudge because a week ago, when my father-in-law had twisted his back, I hadn't gone to the hospital to visit him. But at the time, I had been busy cleaning up the mess Brandon Hayes had caused for the company. I'd even kept him out of prison. Yet, instead of gratitude, they were turning the blame on me. After a long silence, my wife finally looked at me. "Tyler, transfer ten percent of the company's shares to Brandon as repayment." "And if I don't?" My father-in-law barked angrily, "Then I'll have Megan divorce you!" I laughed. Then I calmly pulled a divorce agreement from my pocket and placed it on the table. "Go ahead," I said. "Sign it."