Omniscient Pov Mga Nobela at Kwento

Third Person's POV Michael struggle not to watch his cute little Omega practically dancing around while killing people. Laughing and cracking silly jokes, those jokes stunning his victim before he moves in to strike. Michael's POV My goddess, I was so thankful the moment we cleared our section because I swear I couldn't hold back any longer. I didn't know whether to laugh, cry or try to fuck my mate right here in front of everyone. Noah is truly a work of art. I tried so hard not to pay attention to him but still keep an eye on him... Making sure he didn't accidentally get himself killed over there... But almost getting myself killed while watching him.

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Third Person POV (Ruby). Ruby usually knew when she was having a vision the moment she opened her eyes. The more visions she had, the more obvious it became. They were like standing in the center of a TV, watching as events unfold before her eyes and she’s unable to do anything about them during the moment. She’s never stagnant in her visions; she’s learned in her second vision that she’s able to move around easily and explore the area a bit before she wakes up. She’s able to ask questions and get as much information as she can during the time she’s allowed.

Chap 50 Third person pov Hadia was standing in her room praying for the happiness of her family. She was hoping that her planning gets well. Her plan was something someone has never thought. It was something extraordinary. Yes, the game is going to have a crucial fling. ...............

I could saw a huge crowd gathering around me. “She has been hit”…”catch that car driver”….”Don’t let him escape.”….”Someone call the ambulance.”….”Catch him…”…”She is bleeding..” the faint voices registered my ears. Soon they were shutting off in extreme silence. Extreme silence and peace. Nothing was existent. All seems irrelevant. The pain disappeared as I drifted off to sleep. With dampen senses and a non functional brain, I stood there with no idea of, for how long. Third Person POV

MIRACLE POV There is something special about seeing someone’s memories. It’s something personal and when someone lets you in voluntarily, it’s precious. I know why he is doing this but I don’t care about the reason anymore. He grips my hand and I close my eyes, the surroundings beginning to disappear for a moment. It’s like I step out of my body and step in his. Suddenly, I am sitting on a tree by a cliff. My eyes are fixed at the sky when I hear commotion somewhere far.

Third Person POV While Zade spirals in the privacy of his office grief stricken, hollow, and drowning in the reality that Clover might be gone for good as the world outside moves on without him. Clover, far away and finally free, is blossoming in her newfound independence. For the first time in four long years, she is seeing again. Not through memory. Not through touch, but through sight. But as her world opens, someone else’s world begins to collapse. Daisy is panicking.

** Paige’s POV ** The world narrows to a single point of pressure in my chest. I don’t mean in a painful way. It’s more like… a pull. A thread tethered to something outside of this room, outside of me. A distant storm I can feel but not see. Every time I try to blink, my eyes don’t want to close all the way. My vision stays fixed on the invisible horizon beyond the wall.

Third Person POV Emily sat in the dimly lit room, the glow of the screen illuminating her face as she watched the video of Scarlet’s accident, the images playing out in a never-ending loop. Her eyes were glazed over with a manic intensity as she replayed the moment of impact, finding a perverse sense of joy in the destruction that unfolded before her eyes.

Third person pov The heavy silence inside the subterranean cavern was thick with anticipation as the secret assembly of cloaked alphas sat around the massive obsidian table, their eyes fixed on the arched stone entranceway. The flickering torchlight cast long, monstrous shadows across the damp walls, mirroring the dark thoughts of the men who had risked their entire territories to align with a ghost. They had been waiting for over an hour for the mysterious third triplet to make his appearance, their bodies shifting uncomfortably beneath their heavy dark robes as the cold air from the lower tunnels began to chill the room. The sudden, distinct sound of heavy leather boots echoing through the