Third Or First Person Novels & Stories

As soon as we hit the highway, Charlene gets a text from Jonny and informs him that we are on the way! “Tell me something Char, why can’t Jonny see your location when he can see everyone else’s practically”, I ask her. She laughs, “first, Amory was first in command, and I was second, then Jonny was third. Now Bo is third. Second, Jonny only tracks those who regularly handle Gabby and have their phones paid for by the company”! “So where’s Jonny on the totem pole now if he’s not third?” I ask.

**Third Person’s Point of View** The city buzzed with the usual energy, its streets alive with the constant hum of activity. People moved in and out of shops, cars honked in the endless traffic, and life continued its usual chaotic rhythm. But for those who knew where to look, something was different today—something darker, something simmering just beneath the surface.

******** Third Person He quietly opened the door of her room and walked inside, approaching her bed. The moonlight was filtering through the glass window and shining across her beautiful form. He looked down at her. Her hair sprawled across the pillows as she was sleeping so peacefully. He bent down and brushed off her hair from her face, revealing her angel-like face. His eyes fell to her lips, which were slightly parted, making him itch to kiss her.

And mine was already cracking. Third person pov Bryan kept his steps steady, each stride echoing softly on the polished marble floor of the ceremonial hall. The chandeliers above cast a warm golden glow over the aisle, their light shimmering against the delicate silver embroidery on his attire. His expression was calm, but his mind was far from still. Every step toward the raised platform where the priest stood felt like crossing invisible thresholds, each one pulling him deeper into the heart of a moment that could never be undone.

Aldrich said with a little hope. _____________ End of third person’s POV _______________

“We’re in this together, Smith. We’re going to get through this, and we’re going to clear your name. I promise you that.” (THIS IS WRITTEN IN THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVE) Sally and Sam sat in their living room, the tension palpable as they watched the evening news. The screen displayed a grim image of Smith being led away in handcuffs, his face etched with despair. The news anchor’s voice droned on, delivering the shocking revelation that had sent ripples through the community and the business world alike.

Third Person's POV Kamila stood with her friends, Sarah and Zoë, on the wide, weathered deck of the pack house, savoring the crisp evening air. The trio had been busy preparing for the upcoming harvest festival, laughing and recounting tales of past pack celebrations. However, their joyful conversation abruptly ended when the sharp wail of an alarm sliced through the calm of the evening. The harsh sound was unmistakable—an intruder alarm.

As I signed the divorce papers for the third time, I moved through the familiar steps with practiced ease. I could have done it in my sleep, having been through the drill three times already. Henry Johnson clutched the divorce certificate, his eyes darting to his watch, his brow creased with impatience. "Go on ahead, I'll catch a cab back," I offered before he could say a word. A flicker of surprise crossed Henry's face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of regret as he spoke, "Sorry, Melanie just landed, I..."

•~•Third Person’s POV Dominic paced the length of the room, his polished shoes tapping rhythmically against the floor. His jaw clenched, hands flexing at his sides as frustration tightened his chest. Across from him, his father sat at his grand mahogany desk, fingers steepled beneath his chin. The harsh, jagged lines of burn scars that marred his face caught the dim light, a reminder of the unfortunate events that had shaped him. Though his posture remained composed, his eyes betrayed the rapid calculations running through his mind.

Third Person POV River shot Roman making the old man’s shoulder bleed and fall down on the ground, but just before River was about to shoot him again Roman’s men started to fire on them. They immediately hide behind the car. “F*ck!” River said. “D*mn what a pain battle, 3 battalion versus 4 people? F*cking fair.” Blood said. “Stop ranting and aim your shot f*cker.” Hell said and Blood and shot on Roman men that he took down.