Your Narrator Novels & Stories

You can't make a choice in every situation you face . Sometimes all you have to do is to go with the flow . Narrator point of view Zainab was running at a medium pace now . She had lost track of time . It was still dark most probably the darkest hours before the dawn was going on . Her footsteps were echoing through the forest as she ran with a thumping heart of fear , her hand sweaty , her body getting tired but still she couldn't take the risk to rest for a while . You never know what's lurking in the dark , the ocean who appears calm and silent in the day can be turned into a ruthless predator in the night occasionally taking the life of those who dare to sail in the night through the dar

Third-person POV Nathan listened to the cold dial tone on the phone, his brows furrowed. He impatiently urged his driver, Edgar Duffy, to hurry up. "Can't you drive faster than this? It's not like the Galloways can't afford to pay the fine for running a couple of red lights!"

I open my eyes, finally able to hear the voice, as clear as if it is spoken at this moment. I first thought it was Nate, that behind his sweet texts and gentle behavior, this is what he would be telling me privately, but I was wrong, the voice wasn’t his. The voice belongs to a woman. Who? Who would say such a thing to me? All while I am cold and drenched?

"The blanket's cold. I'm feeling weak, and it's chilly. Conrad, why don't you come in and talk while we stay in bed?" Conrad fell silent. I shut the door.

I could hear his footsteps but I couldn’t see him or anything as a matter of fact. ‘I can’t see. I can’t speak either. Can you fix that?’ “No. I’m afraid not. You have to fix it yourself. Like I told you, I’m a guide. I lead only. This is a world you created. You get to say what happens.” I clicked my tongue in my mind. For someone who is not Thirteen year old Zephyr, he sure is as useless as him. “I heard that you know.” ‘I wasn’t hiding it.’

Not the disaster I perform for the world, but the broken pieces still hoping someone might want to put them back together. She’s a complication I didn’t plan for. A distraction I’d love to explore. But she doesn’t deserve my baggage. And if I’m being honest, she might destroy me more efficiently than whoever wrote that note. The apartment’s gone quiet, evening light painting everything blue-gray. I pad to the kitchen barefoot, craving something cold to silence the thoughts circling my brain like vultures. That’s when I hear her voice. “—and if we don’t control this narrative, the entire story shifts. Are we clear?”

I need to remember this when I wake up. I am charged again, this time in a bright environment. I am closer to the voice and can hear it more clearly. — Next orphan has an unknown name and origin, red eyes, and white hair. I can hear the same whispers from the audience and the narrator. There is no doubt, the speaker was none other than Rômulo Wohtinger, and he owes me some answers. I need to remember this when I wake up! I can't forget it again! The voices rise and begin to merge before the speaker can calm them down. And as always, I am awakened by the clarity before I can hear more. Strangely this time I am happy to see the light of day. Because this time, I remember everything.

fear and hope it was a mixture of feelings that is dwelling inside of me now but in this chaos, I know what I have to do, I'll be coming Mary Ann "game"- John Carl narrator: with burning determination John Carl promise to himself that he will survive, back to his friend, family, and love one

"No one's with me." He turned to Khali, who was already serious. He just pressed the speaker so Khali would hear. Gayle's voice is feminine because of the app he saw at the store. "Since you are not with anyone. Can we be the two of us?" Gayle said Khali's eyebrows rose. Then the car came to a sudden halt, to the surprise of Vincent and Rye. "Whoa, what happened?" asked Vincent. No matter how hard Vincent starts the engine, it just won't work.

Third person narrator Sona is so shocked when the stranger practically turns into some one else .From the moment she woke up or even when she was still sleeping things have happened to her and she has no idea what do about all that is happening. " who are you and why did you call me that " she says with her hands shivering . Immediately the temperature rises and she no longer feels her slelf. "What is happening to me , tell me " she asks him out of panic as she feels like is in fire. The heat that she is feeling right now is far much from any that she has ever experienced her whole life.