Your Narrator Novels & Stories

the atmosphere went silent with his one question. "Even if you were him, I would still hate you with all my heart because you are in human!" He watched her with no emotions. Watching her wipe her tears. “You don’t believe me , let me tell you a story Jenne . (After this next 2 chapter will be based on flashback , its importent you should actually know what happened) Flashback Narrator's pov "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to dear David, happy birthday to you. Yayyy".

He made me ache for something I couldn’t fully see. Daniel on the other hand gave me certainty. He laid out our history neatly, reminded me of old school memories, painted the picture of two friends on the verge of something more. It should have been comforting. It should have grounded me. But the more he pressed, the more I felt trapped in a narrative I wasn’t sure belonged to me. A knock pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. “Ryan?” Ella’s voice filtered through the door. I scrambled to sit straighter. “Yeah?

**3rd POV** --- Mia floated in a surreal, endless void, her voice echoing into the vast emptiness. "Hello? Can anybody hear me?" Her words were swallowed by the silence, and no response came. Fear and confusion gripped her as she drifted, her mind racing to make sense of her surroundings. Everything felt so distant, as if she were trapped in a dream she couldn’t wake from. But there was something else—a presence, a whisper of familiarity that kept her from spiraling into despair.

I chose not to speak, but rather to shake my head and start walking away from the situation. It turned out that my assumption that my issue with him would be resolved before I left Makati was correct. Nobody knows what's causing it to look like it's packing on the pounds at an alarming rate, but it seems to be doing it. I implore you, Yhra, to come back to this place! The narrator yells out, "I'm talking to you!" at one point in the story. He dared me to take on the task, but I hesitated and ended up failing because he had such a strong hold on me that I couldn't escape from it.

It didn’t feel like my own voice. Another video. Animation. A digital version of my face. The image warped. Cracked. Fragments falling away. The narrator described my “moral decay.” The comment section celebrated it. I scrolled faster. Five different channels. Five different versions of me. Manipulator. Opportunist. Victim. Mastermind. Villain. None of them knew me. Yet all of them spoke as if they had lived inside my mind. I left YouTube. My hands trembled. But something inside me demanded more.

Eventually, he stopped on a title and hit play without saying a word. A familiar soft score filled the room. Dreamlike. Eerie. The screen lit up in tones of red and shadow. American Beauty. I blinked at it. “Really?” His voice was low. “It’s a classic. And I didn’t think you were in the mood for anything light.” He was right. We sat in silence for the first few minutes. The narrator’s voice drifted through the air like smoke, talking about dying in a year, about routine, about being numb.

I let my eyes flutter shut to embrace the darkness when I was suddenly snapped out of reality. "Leave your eyes open,mate. You can't lose consciousness" He said with a little fear in his eyes while he rushed somewhere. The wind slapped my face whenever he took a turn and I was left to wonder how someone could run this fast. I let my arms around his neck fall freely as I was too weak to hold on. Since the silence was awkward and made me uncomfortable, I attempted to form small conversations. "My name is Annalise, what's yours?"

he replied, giving me the go ahead to pick it up and make it work. After holding his gaze for a few more seconds, I did as he said not because he asked me to, but because I was curious and needed to know why he was blabbing so much. I turned the pen as soon as I picked it up, just the way it was supposed to be done, and began to hear voices. I collected my thoughts and found out that I was the one talking on the other end of the recorder. “I wish that building would burn to the ground, by natural causes, something that would make them give up once and for all. How can humans be so greedy and selfish?”

Author's POV In the dimly lit car, Lucy sat beside Nathan, her mind burdened with untold secrets. The soft glow of streetlights painted fleeting shadows across their faces as Nathan turned to her, breaking the silence that hung heavily in the air. "Lucy, you haven't told me about your family," he said, his voice tinged with curiosity and concern. Sensing the weight of the unspoken words, she gently placed her hand on his face, a tender gesture to delay the inevitable conversation.

“What kind of fucking things what's happening? Why do I dream about my death?” Close my eyes for a moment after I opened it again. I tried to calm my nerves inside of my body. “What kind of dream was that?” I asked again myself. I stand up and find decent clothes. I maybe want to. Maybe I was only stressed I maybe needed some rest. And I think there's anyone was surrounding our mansion now. I just only want to go and see if my family has already come back. _______ Narrator" “Please I don't Kill me I wouldn't hurt you again”