Third Person Novels & Stories

Third person Fiona strode into her boss’s corner office, carrying a neat stack of paperwork. Conrad was pacing the room while speaking on the phone by way of a headset tucked into his right ear. It was invisible under his thick, dark gray hair, except for a tiny blue light that blinked intermittently when he was on a call. His back was to the door, but he sensed Fiona standing there and turned, waving her inside. “Close the deal today,” the CEO barked into the air. Then he put his finger to his ear briefly, pressing a button to hang up his call without another word.

3rd Person POV- from here on out the story will be written in 3rd person POV. There are a lot of moving pieces and writing in 1st person from every character angle will make this book much longer than I intended. Declan was lying on the couch, having a drink trying to unwind. He heard something that sounded like a light knock on the front door of the guesthouse he was staying in. Declan waited a few moments, making sure his tired mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. He heard it again; it was definitely a knock on his door.

A few minutes later, Ella led the guests into the conference room. There were three tall men- with Lisa looked like a hobbit, all suiting up, standing in a row as they were in a spy movie; the image of serious even ruthless assassins came to mind. "Welcome to Hixcth again, Christian. How was the flight?" Peter stood up first to greet them passionately. "Terrific, it has been a long time, nice to see you again, Peter." Christian answered back.

And my hand was resting on another man's arm. Adrian Blackwell stood beside me in a dark gray suit, leaning slightly toward me as he spoke. There was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. That smile stung Grant's eyes. Business grudges were one thing. But the woman on Adrian's arm was his. Grant walked straight toward them. - "Elara Cross." His voice was low, almost forced through his teeth. I looked up. The moment I saw him, the smile on my lips faded. "Mr. Hale. Do you need something?"

Third person's point of view As the sun began to set over the city, the neon signs of the local pub flickered to life, beckoning the patrons inside. The air was filled with the sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and the hum of conversation. The pub was bustling with people, each with their own stories and reasons for being there.

All I could think of was just one person. “ I've never seen you around" I heard a female voice from behind and I turned to see who it was. The blonde lady sitting next to me curved her pink-coated lips into a smile. My body flooded with revulsion as I turned away from her. She was nothing like Lindsay. “Leave," I said in a cold tone. I just wanted to be left alone. “Hey easy, I just wanted to help, you look drunk" “Not too drunk to know I don't need you around"

THIS IS WRITTEN IN THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVE Smith sat in the waiting area of a sleek, modern office building, the tension in his body palpable. He had come to see one of his last remaining investors, desperately hoping to secure the funds needed to keep his company afloat. Despite the recent revelations about his innocence, the scandal had left deep scars, and many investors were wary of associating with him.

Third person pov The sun blazed golden hues across the sky, casting a warm glow on the magnificent wedding venue. Arielle stood in front of a full-length, ornate mirror, her breath shallow as her heart fluttered like a thousand butterflies in her chest. Her reflection revealed a radiant bride, dressed in an exquisite gown that hugged her curves and cascaded into an elegant train. The intricate lacework wove a delicate pattern, intertwining with sparkling crystals, while her veil shimmered like a waterfall of stars. Her dark hair, styled in a sophisticated updo, accentuated her delicate features and her eyes sparkled with anticipation and nerves.

Third person pov The heavy silence inside the subterranean cavern was thick with anticipation as the secret assembly of cloaked alphas sat around the massive obsidian table, their eyes fixed on the arched stone entranceway. The flickering torchlight cast long, monstrous shadows across the damp walls, mirroring the dark thoughts of the men who had risked their entire territories to align with a ghost. They had been waiting for over an hour for the mysterious third triplet to make his appearance, their bodies shifting uncomfortably beneath their heavy dark robes as the cold air from the lower tunnels began to chill the room. The sudden, distinct sound of heavy l

There was a reply to her message, "I said I wanted three million, but you only gave me five hundred thousand. Do you think that's enough to convince me? I won't divorce you until I get three million." Whoever it was must really want the money that the person forgot to impersonate me. It was my habit to end my sentences with an ellipsis. However, whoever was messaging Lori had forgotten about it. Lori finally realized something was wrong. She typed in three question marks before asking, "Are you really Chad? Why does it feel like you're not him?" Lori sent the message, but there was no reply. She looked flustered and started mumbling, "This isn't possible. Chad is fine. Someone must have used