Person Of Interest Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“No, Sherry is the nicest person. If Phillip is the one behind all of this, Sherry is going to be not only shocked but probably devastated.” “Another reason we don’t want her alerted yet. Like I said, he is just a person of interest right now. We don’t have anything concrete but getting him found as quickly as possible is crucial. If he is innocent and has nothing to do with her disappearance, we don’t want to be chasing dead ends while she is still out there somewhere. We will find her, Owen, that I promise you.”

Third Person POV In the past week, Garry had been invited for questioning and though nothing concrete was found and no solid evidence was held against him, he was starting to lose favor with the people. He knew he wasn’t a preferred candidate from the start but for a while, the tables had turned in his favor and just a little publication about him being questioned by the FBI was turning things around again. Now this time he was desperate for a win. Losing would mean getting mixed in the loop with Melody, he would end up in jail with her, he needed power to prevent that from happening at all costs even if it meant making Ralph unpopular again.

Andrea asked. Miss Mina has turned around. She looked at Andrea in the eye and eagerly said, “Haven’t you seen the I-TV morning-news channel? You know, I ran immediately here when I recognized the man’s face in the newsflash. I really think that it’s your boyfriend because he really looks like him. It’s him, right?”

she says, making me sigh in relief. This is crazy. I never thought a person could make me feel so afraid. I trust Danny though, but I don't know how dangerous Trevor or Heather's husband could be. I hope nothing bad happens to Danny. All I want is for all this to be over, and for Zoey to be safe at home with us. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Third Person POV

Third Person's POV Frenzo sat on the chair beside his bedroom window. He can see the city lights up there, the busy street, the vehicles going to and fro, the vehicles that are always sure of what directions they should take. He remembered the man in Shane’s office. He knew who he was. He had seen him before, the guy from the bar. The guy from Shane’s past. Erwan Fuenter. He felt his chest tighten as he imagined Erwan and Shane alone in that office. He couldn’t take it. He pretended not to remember him. He pretended that he didn’t notice anything, but he knew what was happening. Fuenter is back. And now, he could feel the changes between him and Shane. She changed. She’s no longer excited wh

Unknown POV Ahh! Finally, things are going my way. I'm going to make sure I get money out of both of them and travel to a far place to live my life in luxury. I know both of them think I'm foolish but I'm not and I'm going to show them the stuff I'm made of. My plans will be executed soon enough. Just little more patience, I mean little and everything will fall into place. ☠️☠️ Khloe's POV

THIRD PERSON POV "What do you mean by that? You mean the heartless Alejandro has a heart and is interested in my look-alike?" Iris was surprised to hear the news that her mother just told her about. "I cannot believe this. Are you sure about this mom?" Iris asked. "I'm not stupid when I see a man that is interested in a woman. Maybe it might be an act but he acted so well that I doubt it. I feel something is going on that we don't know and that girl, I don't trust her. I've never liked her away."

Third Person's POV At the same time, a sneaky figure slipped into Caroline's bedroom. With the help of the moonlight, she tiptoed to the bedside. She placed a small red pill by the mouth of the person on the bed and tried to pry open her lips. At that moment, the person on the bed turned their head, spat the pill aside, and then firmly bit the intruder's finger. Suddenly, the bedroom light turned on, bright as day. The sneaky person was none other than Abigail. And Abigail also saw that the person on the bed was neither Caroline nor Zoey, but Emilee.

Jade’s POV The fall of Eloise! What an intriguing title to give a book about my life! My childhood friend, who was once my best friend, is now allegedly plotting with the enemy to end me. I wasn't sure if this was true, but I could feel it deep down. It felt so satisfying seeing her down there suffering and crying. But I wasn't a bad person; this was just me paying her back. A few months ago, I trusted her; I told her my plans, and she turned me in.

“Be careful. I love you.” I smiled at the phone. Just then, a clearing of throat got me to drop my phone back into my bag. I looked up to see a pretty girl standing right next to Stephen. She smiled down at me as if she had known me forever. “I’m Phina, and you? “ “Nima,” I responded. My heart pounded. I hated that I had to lie to someone who accepted me so openly, but I had to do what I had to do. “My father told me about your situation. I’ll take you over to our place. But I need you to wear this.” She removed a cloth from her hand. When I collected and opened it, it was a hoodie.