Person Of Interest Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sorry for the errors. I want to drop updates quickly, I didn't check it carefully. Hoping for you understanding and thank you for your continous support. luvluv! ♡ ***Q POV*** Then, I remembered he told me there are people inside his office and he didn't mention any of their names. Is he hiding something from me? Maybe his woman was in his office earlier. Damn it! Am I being cheated on again? Why am I always being betrayed?

“It’s become clear that I’m a person of interest in the case.” The true color of his eyes was light steely blue, the color of the sky after a storm. I found myself drawn into them for some reason, and when he suddenly made eye contact, it put me off guard. My eyelids fluttered of their own will. I dropped my gaze to my tablet and the words I’d written, Person of interest. I said, “I saw the news this morning, and I assumed that was the case. How can I help you, Mr. Mackenzie?”

, I said and her next words froze me on my spot. End Of POV:- "I AM NOT YOUR POSSESSION', She said and left Davish's apartment. Porishma directly went to the airport and took the next flight to India. End of flashback:- .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

He finally has the opportunity to get back with the person he loves wholeheartedly but he misused the chance and did something terrible instead. Min Ho parked his car in the parking lot before heading inside the hotpot restaurant. His black suit complimented his raven glossy hair. He walked into the fifth camped room, his chest heaving up and down. And there he saw her, the woman he almost had sex with. He chewed on his bottom lips, gulping down his spit dryly as he tries to wet his parched throat. Sooner or later, they were going to meet, Min Ho thought as he finally reached the table.

Third Person's POV Harris sat at his desk with his head leaning back against his chair and his eyes fixed on the ceiling. His father paced the room as Zane, Cyrus, Reid, and Michael tried to come up with a plan. "This is my fault. I should have seen this coming. I knew he was completely different over the phone. The person who showed up the night of the party wasn't the same person on the other end of the phone. I mean, it was, but it wasn't. The person who showed up was wearing a mask.

"I am just going to tell you everything right now because, of course, I trust you, madam, and you have never failed with your dealings." She then takes a deep breath, preparing to hear the hot information the man has for her. "As you have requested, I have determined that, indeed, there is a person in the photo who is diverting his attention from you and causing him to forget about you, but you will not believe that this person is not the person you anticipate it to be." After inhaling deeply, Fiona scowls. "That was something I knew was going to happen, but what do you mean it is not who I expected?"

Third Person's POV " People say the anonymous woman is none other than Mr. Russo's assistant. They were caught kissing in Rosy's diner....." "Caught you, princess." Smiling evilly the person sitting near the TV screen trailed his fingers on his face of Iris. ********************************************************

Brigail didn't tell either of them she was the reason they got on the team. Pam stopped by mornings to check deliveries and occasionally to needle Brigail, who had started calling her Pepper Potts in retaliation for whatever name Pam had assigned her that day. Fishmonger. Play dough wrestler. Teacher's pet. "I would never sleep with Tony Stark," Pam said every time, with great conviction. "Sure," Brigail said, every time. Things would have been almost good if she weren't waiting for someone who clearly had no intention of showing up. She was scrubbing down the fish station on day four when Selah called her to the office. Phone call. She hadn't touched the iPhone. It didn't feel right to use

He smirked. I sighed. "You are right. People in a relationship should look after each other—" "Glad that you agree." "—and that is why I don't think you should be near me... for now," I said and watched him frown. I pushed my hands against his chest, freeing myself from his embrace. "It's not that I don't want you close; believe me, I do. But for now, I am nobody, and you are Aiden Hart. The press in Philadelphia will be interested in this story because the one who died was the son of a high-ranked police officer, but can you imagine their interest when they learn that the one suspected of murder is Aiden Hart's girlfriend? Every detail of this story and my life is going to be dragged out an