Person Of Interest Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

◇DON POV◇ I don't know when this nightmares will leave me I was fed up with this nightmares in my life in this week I tried many times to talk to liam and dhiren but these both fellows are busy woahh unfaithful friends I wish to feed them to my pets seriously what kind of friends these people are I don't wanna mention too that I have this kind of unfaithful friends arghh today I have important meeting I need to attend where these people gone I asked them to find a efficient secretary for me that too a man till now no answer I wish to kill these people ufff I'm showing my anger on keyboard I listened "if keyboard breaks will your anger gets satisfied" I turned to see its Liam and dhiren wait

---- Third Person's Pov Minghao, the HongYoonChoi skilled killer and the leader's right hand, couldn't understand the mission he got. All day, he followed Celine and Jeonghan just like what his master told him to do so. He was used to have missions like: Killing someone, abducting or getting evidence in a life and death situations. But this time, he's doing something that is too far from his forte and genre. How could he make sure that those two have a romantic date? "This is so absurd!" That's what he thought.

Third Person POV Scott slammed on the cell door, desperate to make a phone call. He had to call Bastien; needed to speak with Lila and the rest of her friends. They were in serious danger. He remembered everything about the day his mind was manipulated; he remembered who did it. He knows who killed those people and if he didn’t want them, he worries this same person would kill them too. It took a bit, but the officer finally came to the window; they had left it open for him this time considering he was scheduled to be released in a few hours.

THIRD PERSON POV Imogen’s phone felt like a live thing in her hand, buzzing not with a notification, but with her own nervous energy. On the screen was the profile of ‘Wilder_87’. His pictures showed a man with sun-kissed, tousled hair, a smile that crinkled the corners of his sea-blue eyes, and a penchant for hiking mountains she’d only ever seen on screensavers. For five months, he had been her highlight reel. His voice, a warm baritone through the phone, had talked her through a stressful project at work. His texts, witty and thoughtful, were the first thing she read in the morning and the last thing she saw at night.