Novel & Cerita Person Of Interest Fanfiction

Third Person POV Irene was lost in thought, lying in the parlor, doom-scrolling through her phone. She frowned when she came across a recent article that featured her father and Judy out on what seemed like a date. Irene wasn’t stupid, she knew that there was something going on between the two of them. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it; Judy was her age, and her father was… well… her father was old. At least to her, he was old.

I hate the fact that I have to pose like a blood slave, but if Nathanael wants to hide our relationship for some reason, who am I to judge? I haven’t even come out to my family yet. Gasping, I get the two women to look at me questioningly. Oh, my…relationship! I muffle my giggle as I bite into my brownie, grinning at Eleandra. “Sorry, it’s the calories pumping my dopamine.” Gilda laughs while Eleandra leans forward, squinting her eyes at me. “Are you fully human?” “Born and raised.” I puff my chest, proudly, and while Gilda cracks up, Eleandra reacts with an ‘ugh’.

“You’re Raina Foster, right, little princess?” I blinked. “No. I’m Fiona. Fiona Clarke. Her friend.” The one on the phone suddenly looked up, frowned, came closer. “Fuck, I told you something was off. Look at her face, man. This one is white as fuck. Foster is black.” The third one stopped pacing, slowly took off his hood. Bald, thick scar on his left eyebrow, dead eyes. He came closer, looked me up and down like I was damaged goods. “Shit. We grabbed the wrong one.”

Third persons POV, "They finally got a lead on Keerah's kidnapping case, I think they are going to find her soon," Damien said to Sia after they sat on the bed. Damien didn't sound too thrilled by the news he was telling Sia, but he knew the news would lift up her mood because he knew just how much his girlfriend loved Keerah. The moment Sia got the news, her face that looked so down and colourless just a moment ago brightened up instantly. She felt a little bit if hope that her young miss was going to be perfectly fine.

It's a no joke, that girl can kill for what she wants and something tells me she's not working alone. Third person's POV Ameerah lay inside the tub as she enjoys the cold water on her skin. But everything was Interrupted by her phone ringing. She groan, cleaning her hand with the small towel. She grabs hrt phone from the concrete. When she saw the contact, she rolls her eyes. "What do you want?" She ask the unknown person on the phone. "Well, is the plan walking? Have you sleep with him?" He asked. "No, but I've send a tease to his beloved fiance, I doubt she will be happy seeing it" she chuckles deviously.

Why did I wait at the bedside of a man who used me as a pawn in his political subterfuge, who insists on casually fooling, who explicitly told me that he was not interested in getting to know me? “You know why.” The bond between us made it impossible for me to leave him. He nods once and looks away. “It terrifies me.” “Me, too,” I admit. “I don’t know what it is.” He makes a competent noise. I wonder if he knows, and he’s just not telling me. “I have to get back to work.” Did I say that before? I can’t remember and I’m pretty tired. “No,” Owen states firmly. “And you’re not going to be a part of the investigation into the assassin.”

"You're suggesting that I'm another personality that emerged from you after the experiments." "That's one way to look at it." "Caspian, don't think you can fool me with some fabricated story just because I don't understand human experimentation. If you don't cooperate with me, I'll make a grand entrance back to Imperial City. "Penny thinks she slept with me, right? It's the perfect time for me to go back and observe her so-called love affair with your brother." The man played with the small chip in his hand, his face twisting into an evil grin.

‎ ‎I smiled and he continued, “Second, Ren, I can see and smell your lie. I can see the gears turning in your head, all because of the book you’re reading, so don’t pull that bullshit on me and ask your questions. I won’t repeat myself.” ‎ ‎I looked down for a while, contemplating, then went for it. “I don’t trust the book. I don’t believe you’ll stop if I kick against it. Why should I give someone so much control over my body and even my life? What if you get tired one day and decide to have a new plaything? They all do. What should I do? The idea of you even overriding my decision in case of health reasons or self-endangerment is even worrisome. What if you take advantage of it? You’re ric

Jun smiled as he closed the door behind Iori's friend. the woman was quite a fun-loving person and he got along with her pretty well. Much to the displeasure of his roommate. she kept mumbling grumpily as they chatted about his books and his fan clubs. As Iori pad mentioned before, her friend was actually one of his biggest fans. he couldn't help but chuckle at the childish act of excitement when he had handed her copies of his signed books. she was almost jumping up and down on the couch like an excited high school girl. who would have thought shut up such a light-hearted woman was this section chief off one of the homicide divisions in the police department.

THIRD PERSON POV Silea’s whole body shook as she scrolled through the photos, her manicured nails digging into the screen of her phone until the case creaked. The rooftop pictures were everywhere—Page Six, DeuxMoi, every trashy gossip account she followed had reposted them within hours. Owen’s hand on Aurelia’s waist. Aurelia laughing at something he said. That forehead kiss, soft and intimate, like they were already back to being the perfect couple everyone had expected them to be.