Novel & Cerita The Perfect Pov

I continued to stare at it forgetting I was here to make some enquiries. Suddenly it became opaque, I looked at Penelope that I didn't even notice at first in the office. I saw her with a remote in her hands, I don't know what she did here and I don't want to know. "You were supposed to look at me and not to look out of the glass." She complained. "Oops my bad!!! You were too small so I didn't see you when I entered. What caught my attention was the beautiful city, so attractive unlike you." I replied her, actually I was telling the truth.

Will must have felt my tension, and looked up at me. “Do you trust me?” He said looking into my eyes. Of course I did but I couldn’t find my words so I just nodded. He looked back down and started putting his tongue on my clit. I couldn’t keep still. My legs were shaking and my toes were curled. He didn’t move his pinky. He just kept it on top and moved his other fingers back and forth. After he slipped a third finger in me, it was now his thumb on my ass. He started to circle it, but not going in. I was almost in a trance since it just felt so good. I guess I never expected it to. I was already dripping wet and he decided to do something else with his tongue. And just like that a shockwave

Ivy allowed herself into the shop, her features lighting up with a smile as she inhaled the fragrant aroma that filled the air. Her stomach growled and she chuckled. She believed that was only a signal to finish what she had started by going there. As she walked to the counter to place her order, she noticed that there were very few people in the shop, unlike the last time she had been there and the soft orchestra music that played in the background was perfect, setting the right mood- a cheerful and soothing ambiance, perfect for her morning.

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.

It made it easy to manage the narrative. The door clicked open, and Ava looked up to find Roman Devereux leaning casually against the frame. He wasn’t what she expected. Most guys in his position—backed into a corner with their reputation on fire—oozed desperation. Roman, however, carried himself like he’d already won. “Ms. Sinclair,” he greeted, his voice low and sweet. He crossed the room in a few deliberate paces and extended his hand. Ava didn’t move. “We can skip the formalities, Mr. Devereux. Take a seat.”

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Third Person POV A slow, triumphant smile bloomed across Merilyn’s face, wide and utterly unashamed. It wasn't the polite, practiced, distant smile of a noble lady, but something far more primal and knowing. It was the smile of a hunter who had finally cornered her prize, a curve of pure, predatory satisfaction that reached her eyes, making them glitter with unleashed desire.

The woman on the other end responded coldly, sounding somewhat annoyed. I gripped my phone, almost ready to cry. "Holly, did you see today's livestream?" After three years, I had finally seen hope. Holly scoffed. "Of course, I saw it. Louis, you abused your wife, your savior. Aren't you afraid of karma?" My heart skipped a beat, and I asked, "Didn't you watch tonight's livestream?" She answered impatiently, "Even with hidden cameras, we still respect privacy. It automatically cuts off after nine at night."