Pointof View Novels & Stories

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Third Person POV Emily sat in the dimly lit room, the glow of the screen illuminating her face as she watched the video of Scarlet’s accident, the images playing out in a never-ending loop. Her eyes were glazed over with a manic intensity as she replayed the moment of impact, finding a perverse sense of joy in the destruction that unfolded before her eyes.

3rd Person Point of View Marica stood atop the mountains looking over the world she hated. It wasn’t anything special, she hated all the worlds and realms she visited. She positively buzzed with the power she had taken from others, particularly the wretched creature that was technically her niece. Her power was so intense, and the pathetic girl had no idea how to use it. She looked out over the landscape lamenting the fact she did not have more of it. She felt the interruption in the air as someone materialized beside her. “You’re here.” She complained with no feeling.

One long slim hand tucked under her chin and the other lay along her side, relaxed and beautiful in its unconscious pose. In those minutes of observation, Joey knew that he loved this girl. That he wanted this woman to be his. It was so sudden and unexpected as the sound of the first shell burst at the start of an attack. All his life he had waited for this moment, and now the realization that it had come at last gave him the same sense of shock as one receives when one expects a loud report, and because of the anticipation is more startled at the explosion.

( A/N : DO WELL TO LIKE AND COMMENT, LOVE YOU ALL MUAH. AND YEAH I CHANGED MY MIND, I'M WRITING IN ROSE POV HERE, SO I WANNA ASK YOU GUYS, WHICH POINT OF VIEW DO YOU PREFER ?, JOHNSON'S OR ROSE) ROSE POV : These past few days at the company has been Normal. I was going to say good but with the amount of errands, I was being sent on every two hours.

*** Third-person point of view Kaiser Black jumped from his horse, leaving its reins in the hands of one of the pack warriors. His legs moved swiftly as he hurried inside the pack house. His face showing not a single inkling to his thoughts. He walked past the long corridors, quickening his steps as he took a turn into the Alphas' quarters. One last turn and he approached the tall door at the end of the hallway. He gave a sharp knock before pushing the door open. His eyes scanned the room until they fell on the beautiful woman sitting on a chair while combing her hair. The woman's eyes shot up, noticing him. "Kai, what happened? You look—" The woman yanked from her chair, her worried eyes ga

Third Person POV From a corner close to the dance floor, Liam watched Deborah and Caleb dance. The marble pillar he leaned against felt cool through his tuxedo jacket, a stark contrast to the heat building in his chest. Crystal light from the chandeliers cast shifting shadows across his face as couples moved in graceful circles before him, but his attention remained fixed on one pair alone.

THIRD PERSON’S POV Leon and Rina sat in the lavish living room, glasses of champagne in hand, their laughter echoing off the walls of the grand house. The celebration felt as if it could go on forever, as though every single obstacle they had faced had been swept away by their latest move. The feeling of victory was intoxicating. It tasted sweeter than any drink could, especially now that the battle was over and they were standing at the top, looking down on everything they had fought for.

Your mental health and comfort matter infinitely more than any chapter I have written. This book is strictly for readers 18 and above. Please be strongly advised and read with caution. — ¶ ¶ — POINT OF VIEW This story is written primarily in first person POV … dual POVs to be precise. You will spend most of your time inside Chelsea's head and a little bit in Ryan's love, because that is where the real story lives. Additional perspectives will shift organically when the emotional weight or action demands it. You will always know whose head you are in. I will never leave you confused about that, pookies.

Third person POV As the young man watched his girlfriend being fucked mercilessly by someone else in front of him he couldn't help but to try and rush forward once again but was still held, gritting his teeth he glared at Mia "Babe what are you doing! What do you think you are doing!?" but Mia was long gone out of the world, he could hear her boyfriend voice but the pleasure she getting overshadowed her thinking, she moans non-stop from the onslut, her breasts bouncing up and down in the air.