Pov Omniscient Novels & Stories

DIAMOND POV: An old man with sallow skin and red eyes. The details repeat in my head over and over like a mantra, forming a very clear image in my head. It's almost as though I'm really there, like I really did see who this man was. Nana seems to be having the same kind of experience, only with more depth because she actually got to see the man with her own eyes. She's staring at the window, her eyebrows crinkled as confusion steals over her face. It's as though she still doesn't understand what happened, and why it all happened. To be honest, I can't blame her. Even I can't figure it all out.

Third Person’s POV Olive’s mind was a blank slate, unable to recall anything beyond the intense pleasure she shared with Aaron. They were in sync, their bodies moving as one, consumed by their insatiable desire for each other. They indulged in each other’s every whim, savoring every sensation that coursed through their intertwined bodies. Aaron possessed every inch of Olive, and she was his in return. Nothing else mattered, not the world outside their bedroom nor the passing of time.

Third Person Pov Frank let out a slow breath, as if he had been mulling something over and finally came to the conclusion that there was no point in holding back anymore. He leaned slightly forward, hands clasped tightly between his knees, staring intently at the road as it slipped by under the streetlights.

Third person's POV As Gaurvi came nearer, her shy smile illuminated the room, her delicate veil added an air of mystery to her enchanting presence. In that fleeting moment, amidst the soft strains of music and the fragrance of fresh flowers, Shlok realized that finally, the time had come, he was about to embark on a journey of love and companionship with the most beautiful soul he had ever known. As they stood face to face, ready to exchange garlands and seal their union, the world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the promise of a lifetime of happiness and togetherness ahead.

Third-person pov Lucas sat at his desk in his office, surrounded by a sea of paperwork that demanded his attention. He was engrossed in the details, determined to stay focused despite the storm of emotions that had recently torn through his life. He had made a choice, one that had consequences, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down. But his concentration was shattered when the door to his office swung open with a force that startled him. He looked up, his irritation bubbling just below the surface. The unexpected intrusion was Ava, with an annoyed look etched across her face.

Third Person POV. She writhed and sobbed in pain as she received each penetration. She felt like her world was over, a thought came into mind and she gently remove the criminal's face. Because he was engrossed in his affair, he didn't know the girl has seen his face. The other one saw this action of hers but didn't give her out, but rather urged him to hurry up before they get caught.

I ran to the nearest bus stop home, it was getting and Mom must be worried Third person POV "Are you sure she's the one?.. That poor thing looked as pale as the moon... She might not be able to handle it" "Trust the judgment of the book... Its not everyday you see a mere human being guided to the book talk less of being able to see it" "I wonder what test she would face and If she fails... You know what'll happen" "I've been watching her... hoping she would be the one, she has a kind heart... Atleast have faith in me... For old time sake"

Third person pov As Asher drove down the silent, lonely, narrow path, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong and something terrible would happen. The trees towered above him, casting deep shadows that made it difficult to see. He had been driving for what felt like hours, and the GPS on his phone insisted that he was still miles away from the pack house. Suddenly, without warning, the black sedan that had been following him appeared out of nowhere, speeding down the road with a screech of tires. Asher's heart raced as the sedan swerved into his lane, heading straight for him.

End of POV TO BE CONTINUED.. .

Omniscient narrative Nico stared at the figure approaching her, she sat down contemplating whether she knew the person or not. Minutes ago, she had concluded it was Latisha, who was the princess of the Dawnhill pack, yet thoughts kept her bound within the principle that Latisha was actually gone. She went missing the same day the rogues attacked the kingdom. If only Rowen had listened to her, the rogues wouldn't have attacked. The figure fell to the floor, weak, her hair scattered through her face, blood stained a smooth skin turning rough and haggard…