Pov Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hi guys, this is my first story on this platform, hope you will enjoy reading it. DISCLAIMER This story right here is a product of my imagination, creativity, and thoughts it has no relationship with anyone but living or dead, places or people, and each character in this story is fictional, and there is no question of it being real. VANDANA POV Everyone? Where are all of you Come out quickly, I yell excited at the top of my voice and they came running.

3rd person POV Max stood near the window of his penthouse, his hands braced on the cold glass as he stared at the city lights below. He had gone there after he heard of Vivian's disappearance. The sky was a deep, endless black, swallowing the stars, and the streets were alive with movement, cars weaving through intersections, people laughing in the distance. But none of it reached him. His chest felt hollow. His mind was a haze of questions, disbelief wrapping around him like a suffocating fog.

Third person POV Sophie has already visited all her companies on the same day she arrived at the first one. Why she chose to stay over and clear all the work at the company the day after sex with Jordan was to know how he was going to take it, because, based on his body reaction, it was clear that he had not experienced or awakened that kind of craving in him before. Such moments always lead to people doing foolish things, especially if they are alone. If not, those works she chose to do there can be done anywhere, including her house, with her laptop.

— ¶ ¶ — POINT OF VIEW This story is written in dual first-person POV. You will live primarily inside Sofia’s head because that is where the real war is fought. Alessio’s perspective will shift in when the emotional weight of the story demands it and not a moment before. You will always know whose head you are in. I will never leave you lost. — ¶ ¶ — AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you all genuinely. Out of everything you could be reading right now, you chose this. That is not something I take lightly.

ALICE POV This must be it. This will be the day that I die. I had too many close shaves now, and it’s only a matter of time before I get truly unlucky and finally bite the bullet. And maybe this is the time. As I look at the man brandishing his sword, I don’t even bring myself to move anymore. I don’t think I’m actually able to. I haven’t caught a break for the past week or so, going from place to place and getting into trouble each time.

My ride was already waiting outside. ***** Sitting in my room engrossed in the book I am reading. After the visit to Sarah's house, I got home and no one was home as usual. My parents are very busy people. My dad owned various oil companies in Different countries and of course had to travel from time to time. My mum is a businesswoman. She travelled a lot too. Hopefully, she'd be around tomorrow. Deciding that the book was starting to bore me. I opened the I*******m app and started scrolling through the posts.

Ruby P.O.V. I can’t believe my life has come down to this; fleeing my own pack and hiding in a friend's pack. That is what I’m doing if I’m being completely honest with myself, and I have to be to keep this real. I have to tell myself the truth and not just lie and say I’m just visiting or taking a break. No! I fled. I moved. I ran away.

 Note: during the investigation and the night of the murder are all flashforwards while the story takes the normal penultimate format that'll eventually lead to the crime. And it has the povs of the four girls because i felt the need to each get an insight into their lives, from their perspective. Meanwhile, there is an occasional narrator that is ultimately revealed at the end... After all, this is all a story- **** 01 Flowers everywhere, a bunch of sad, long faces winging the lingering eerie of death...

Third person's POV "Have you ever seen a cave brimming with fireflies? It's breathtakingly beautiful inside, with fireflies twinkling like a starry sky. There's this place called the Earth's Eye, a colossal pool of vibrant colors that looks like an eye from above. Have you heard of the Valley of Death? In Antarctica, glaciers on the mountains flow down into the valley, forming ice waterfalls. When these waterfalls reach the sides of the valley, they vanish, creating a spectacular sight," Wilmot described, his voice painting vivid pictures.

Third Person’s P.O.V Michael had already woken up in a foul mood after having been told by his mother that she had found Miranda and Davien making out publicly at some bowling alley. Of course it was bound to happen that the two would end up together, their chemistry was off the charts and it was especially evident at that blasted photoshoot at Gewel Co the previous week. The worst part about it all was that he couldn’t a damn about it, i.e. punch the living shit out of Davien because that was his boss!