What Third Person Point Of View

“What’s the point of keeping a woman who can’t have children? Mom refuses to adopt a grandchild from an orphanage, Julian.” *** Adeline Fathia gave everything—five years of her life, her unwavering love, and even her innocence—only to be discarded in a single night because of a medical verdict. As her world crumbled and she stood alone to bury her father, who died in the depths of sorrow, Julian Sterling turned away without a shred of remorse, obeying his mother’s command to find a “worthy” replacement. Adeline was broken, but she was not finished. Standing beneath the drenching rain at her father’s grave, she realized one chilling truth: she was carrying the child of the man who had destroyed her. The child that should have been a testament to their love was now her greatest weapon for revenge. She will no longer beg. She will return to that house not to ask for mercy, but to reclaim the dignity they trampled upon. There is only one way: to approach Axel Sterling, Julian’s elder brother—the dark shadow of the family. One marriage contract. One dark secret within her womb. Adeline is ready to tear the Sterling family apart from the inside, right before the eyes of Julian and his mother.

She was born into gold but buried in lies. Twice married. Twice betrayed. And yet, in her final breath, Eleanor Valemont discovers the cruel truth: neither of her powerful husbands ever loved her. They loved Jane, the butler’s daughter—charming, sweet-faced, and cunning enough to steal everything Eleanor held dear. Poisoned by the man she once called her second chance, Eleanor dies with nothing but a broken heart and a burning vow: “If I get another chance, I’ll change everything.” But fate listens. Thrown back in time to the moment she must choose her husband, Eleanor defies expectations. She ignores the two brothers who betrayed her in her first life, and instead, shocks high society by choosing Lucian, the illegitimate third son. The same man who once rejected her with cruel words after a steamy night. He doesn’t love her. She doesn’t want love. This time, Eleanor only wants one thing… Power to change her faith and protect what’s rightfully hers.

What happens when you meet your soulmate? Oh wait, that's too easy, let me ask it again. What do you do when you meet your soulmate and know that you can never tell them how you feel? I'll tell you what you do... you be the friend they need and you move on. CHASE She was always off limits. Never was mine. She was different, dangerous, untamed and always on the move. But I was addicted. Enthralled. Nothing else mattered to me anymore. And I was going to get hurt. I went in blind, knowing for sure my heart will get broken. But, a big part of me wanted to be the one to ground that little Ribbon down. LILLY For me, family comes first and he...well, he is family. Everything in my life changed, people left and new people came...but he was always a constant. Even though our connection was magnetic, I knew it was only temporary. A bevy of exes, rumors and secrets were never far behind. I didn't know what or who to believe anymore. To run away from everything, he said that he'll take me on a thrilling ride. But all good things must come to an end, right? Expect our ending was a one I didn't see coming.

Sophia’s world come crashing when she was sent out of her house and her mother needed to undergo a surgery Her best friend ‘Lia’ offers her a job in secret to dance for a vip client. She meets a billionaire “jake” who is in need of a bride to help keep his business going, he offers a contract marriage to Sophia in return for helping her with the financial battle she’s facing. What will happen when she moves in with jake and find out his a twin? Someone she had met before Jake and knows how desperate she is. Will she be able to hide the fact that the marriage is based on business from the other twin brother?

Gwyneth Windsor spent her entire life trying to "function normally," but this hard-won, delicate pattern is instantly shattered when she is mysteriously pulled into an infinitely complex interstellar empire. She must suddenly learn new common sense in a world where near-immortal shifters view anyone under 100 as a minor. To her confusion, Gwyneth, despite her adult body, becomes the empire's most coveted 'BABY.' Luckily, she finds a doting family that spoils her utterly, even securing her the lordship of a small, 12-planet galaxy. Yet, Gwyneth's arrival is no accident. While Gwyneth navigates the absurdity of being a pampered 'minor' in an adult body, the universe itself is in peril. Emperor Alaric Lykos, the last of the powerful Royal Fenrir Clan, is the sole anchor of the universe. An ancient prophecy warns that if his line falls, all will collapse. Though pressured to marry, the Fenrir Clan's unique bloodline will only settle for its destined bond, a soulmate whose identity has remained a ghost in the cosmic radar... Until now.

The novel is about a contemporary married couple on bad bases. Including hatred. But the arrival of the third person will change the cost of their living not only into a nightmare but also make them discover love

Elle Davidson, orphaned at 12 with limited memory, is taken in by the Alpha and Luna of the New Moon pack. There she meets Damon Ledger, the future Alpha, and her nemesis. Damon does everything he can to control Elle's life, and his friends do everything they can to make her life hell. All of that changes after Damon comes home from Alpha training, and their undeniable chemistry makes staying away from one another impossible. What will happen when Elle's past finally catches up to her, revealing unknown enemies and a secret identity? Will Elle be able to fight the increasing attraction she has for Damon? Or will she succumb to the lust she feels, risking everything? This is book 1, can be read as a standalone. The Silver Run Series: Possessing My Alpha- Completed Possessing My Mate- Completed Possessing the Gamma- Ongoing; 5-6 updates weekly.

"Food made by a person I don't like is naturally detestable," Lily didn't expect these hurtful words to come from him—her husband of almost two years— Roberto Whitlock. She had married him out of love, even though their marriage was a transaction between two families. She thought she could change him, but it turned out it was just her fantasy. And he soon brought her to the reality of their marriage which had been hanging by a thin, strained thread this whole time. "Sign it... My heart can never beat for you in this lifetime," After she signed the divorce papers, she made him stand at the back of long line of suitors.

One drunken night changed everything. Seeking comfort, she ended up in the arms of a handsome stranger, only to flee at dawn, leaving nothing behind but her name. Five years later, she’s back, but with three adorable, genius children who are the spitting image of someone famous. When she lands a job at the world’s most powerful corporation, she comes face-to-face with her new boss: the cold, ruthless CEO who happens to look exactly like her kids! Shock turns to chaos when the triplets point at him and ask, “Mommy, why does this man look just like us?”

Manhattan was doing that thing again twinkling like it had all the answers, when really it just had expensive lighting. Alexander Knight leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse, seventy-five floors up, watching the city hum below him. Bourbon in one hand (mostly untouched), phone in the other. The merger docs stared back at him from the screen, but the part that actually kept him up at night wasn’t the billions on the line. It was the fine print from the Japanese investors: “Family stability preferred.” Translation: get a wife, look settled, or watch the whole deal slip away. He exhaled, fogging the window for a second before it cleared. His assistant had already sent over a neat little list of “suitable” women—discreet, polished, zero drama. Women who understood arrangements. He hadn’t even opened the attachments. Because something about the whole thing felt… hollow. His gaze drifted down, past the grid of lights, to the tiny café on the corner. Golden glow spilling onto the sidewalk, handwritten sign in the window: Local Artist Pop-Up – One Night Only. A woman stood in front of a canvas, head tilted, paint-smudged shirt slipping off one shoulder. She was talking to someone out of view, laughing softly, then stepped back to study her work like it had personally offended her. She glanced up—straight toward his building, straight at him somehow, even though there was no way she could see him up here. But for a split second, their eyes locked across the impossible distance. But right then, with the whole damn city glittering between them, he had this ridiculous, unshakable thought: She’s the one I’m going to ask. And hell help them both when she says yes.