Novel & Cerita Person Of Interest Fanfiction

Theo – POV This day keeps getting better and better. I rise from my chair, already smirking at the thought of catching the idiot pretending to be me. Can’t wait to get my hands on him. “Let’s shift and have a good run too,” I suggest, heading for the door and tugging off my shirt. The moment I end the mind link with Parker, it hits me—the voice, the girl, the white bedroom. A memory I shouldn’t even have. My grin widens. Tomorrow’s guardian election is going to be interesting—but right now? Time to catch… well, me.

Sigh ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Third Person POV

David's snoring in the bed beside me, oblivious to what had happened. His arm slung over the pillow where my head should be. But I'm here, in the dim glow of my phone screen, scribbling this out in my diary, because if I don't, it'll eat me alive. Today wasn't just a slip; it was a dive, headfirst into something I've been circling for months. Or years, if I'm honest. ***** At Zephyra Art Gallery, I didn't just let it happen. I started it. Me. Poppy. The good wife, the one who packs David's lunch with snacks, fruit and love notes. What the hell is wrong with me?

The іdеа оf manipulating Blаkе tо get in frоnt оf hіѕ ex; trуіng tо turn thеm аgаіnѕt each other; аnd еntrарріng hеr or thе bоth оf thеm fоr humаn trаffісkіng; аnd ѕаvіng mу bеѕt friend in the рrосеѕѕ wеll, іt’ѕ hоrrіfіс. The most important реrѕоn in thіѕ is Aрrіl. I саrе about uncovering whаt Blake’s bееn dоіng, but more thаn anything, I wаnt mу frіеnd back. I wаnt uѕ to bе back in Iоwа and tо hаvе аll оf this forgotten.

Jasmine’s Mission” (Third Person POV) Jasmine had been trying to get in to see Lila for hours. The police station was a maze of bureaucracy and cold stares. She had pleaded with the desk sergeant, explained that Lila was her best friend, that she knew she was innocent, but no one seemed to care. The officers were busy with paperwork, phone calls, and the chaos that had followed Richard’s arrest. Jasmine paced the waiting area, her hands clenched into fists, her mind racing with worry. She couldn’t let Lila sit in that interrogation room alone. Not after everything she had been through.

You fuck with me, you get fucked up kind of person. --- A/n How do you see the story so far? Would have add a picture of Ariana's outfit as well as what the rest of her friends looks like seems like the app don't allow that. You guys should show some love. Anyways, let's see what happens in the next chapter then.... 😚🖤

POV Millie I’m driving him wild but this show isn’t for him. He’s a completely different person today than he has been for the last week and I’m loving it. And the comment about eating? What the fuck was that and why did that turn me on so much? I spot Dani out of my peripheral vision every so often but I don’t give her my full attention. I’m not sure what her end game is but I don’t trust her, I just simply don’t.

Tears slide down my cheek. Is this how I’m going to die? “If you lie to me again,” he says quietly, “your brains will be on this floor in the next minute.” “I’m not lying!” I cry. “I swear on my father’s grave, I don’t know anything about it!” His eyes search mine like he’s trying to peel me apart, the gun still in position. My heart begins to pound violently. Think, Rhea. Think. “There’s- there’s one person,” I say quickly. “Jessica White’s ex. He’s an Alpha from Westwood.”

Third Person POV Sophia’s smile turned vicious. “And oh…should I tell you a little story?” Jason’s head snapped up. “Sophia, stop.” “Don’t talk back to me again,” Sophia snarled. Her pleasant mask slipped. Showing the madness underneath. She turned back to Melissa. Her smile returned. Wider now. Cruel. “Do you know who pulled the trigger that day on your dear papa?” Melissa stumbled slightly. The world tilting.

Somehow it makes him seem more menacing; I am oddly unnerved by it. “And then,” he continues, “she’s violated again - by yet another person with no regard for the living or the dead. Someone steals her identity. Someone trying to escape the past takes her Social Security number and uses it to start over. What was this person trying to escape? I wonder. Or who? Must be pretty bad, whatever it was.” “You’re making a mistake,” I tell him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He takes a pair of sunglasses from the pocket of his shirt and puts them on.