Firstpersonnarrative Stories

The story follows Eleanor Whitford, who tells firsthand about life in Valemont: dancing, gossip, social obligations. When Lord Harroway arrives in town, Eleanor finds him arrogant and presumptuous. However, over time, he will discover that behind his coldness hides a sensitive and fair man. Between misunderstandings, secret letters, elegant dances and intrigues of friendships and marriages, Eleanor will learn that true love is never simple - but that is precisely what makes it valuable. Main characters: • Eleanor Whitford → protagonist and narrator. She is 19 years old, intelligent, proud and with a sharp tongue. • Lord Nathaniel Harroway → a rich landowner who has just arrived in Valemont, apparently cold and detached. • Clara Whitford → Eleanor's younger sister, romantic and naive. • Mr. Edmund Greyson → charming young officer, much loved by the girls of the city. • Lady Margaret Ashwell → family friend, very snobbish and gossipy. • Sir Jonathan Whitford → father of Eleanor and Clara, a kind but distracted gentleman.

name roman:His eye confidant She gives her heart to the very person she holds dearest-the one forbidden to her. Around her, a battlefield unfolds: family, religion, custom, and law, all closing in. Yet the hardest fight of all is trying to claim the heart of a man consumed by resentment. In the end, does she win that war?

Actually, that dusty old book is an head-shattering, fire-busting, action-packed novel series, and if told from a first-person pov, woah- you'll be absorbed. Here's a random pick, and more to come. -SNIPPETS- Some of them are picking up stones. My own people, some of them my own family, are picking up stones. .... I'm already on the floor; I kneel. Tears---and I'm weeping. Why? Why all of this, and why me. .... Nobody talks on the way to the rock.

A look into the mind of a teenager, raised to grow up in the era of his parents

A NON-fictional story by Charlie Evans. One house. One legend. Will this group of five friends make it through the night?

This is a very slightly dramatized version of a true ghost story my Great-Grandmother told me from her childhood.

A boy named Wik flees from his past on earth to a new life among the stars on his four year journey to Barnard's Star.

About Micah - A 15 year old boy from South London and his friend Charlotte - A 14 year old girl also from South London. They are really close friends but are mistaken for it...

What if what we call routine was just a carefully written fiction? An ordinary day. One unexpected question. Sometimes, the only way out... is to go back in.

Two years before the official end of the Prohibition Law, a budding writer stumbles upon a mysterious apartment while searching for a place to stay. There she discovers a long forgotten letter that sends her spiraling into a story of an old age war of revenge, deception, betrayal, and atonement... Disclaimer: I own nothing. Credit goes to its respective owners. Also note, this is my own take on the open-ended scene in Day 12 of the anime and is in no way canon.

Description: On a foggy Halloween morning, two friends discover a haunted house that shouldn't exist. Inside waits Velmorr - a spirit who's been waiting for someone to see him. But escaping this cursed house isn't easy. Something darker lives in the attic... and it knows you're here. Will you survive the spirit world? Or has something followed you home?

On the verge of insanity, a young man begs for salvation from his hostages.

Some enemies wear familiar faces. Some truths are buried so deep, they forget how to scream. In a house where silence speaks louder than screams, one family teeters on the edge of collapse. A weary mother haunted by something she can't name. A father who vanishes each morning with the lie of routine. A little girl who smiles too wide and watches too closely. And at the center of it all, a narrator trying to hold it together-calm, observant, always watching. As the days grow darker and the cracks in their home widen, long-buried secrets begin to claw their way to the surface. Something is very wrong here. But no one says a word. No one asks the right questions.

Based on happenings that actually happened. What's the deal doc? An example of how my autonomy has been affected, since my collaboration with "mental health professionals." Its an entirely reasonable account on how my actions are above reason. In fact, above reason, confounding the reason of the good doctor. Normal is what? Please point them out to me, that I might have a model, someone to make imitation.

the tale of the watchtower keeper

When five high school friends dare to explore the ruins of the long-abandoned Yamamura School, they expect dust, decay, and maybe a few scares. What they find instead is a waking nightmare-one trapped in time, echoing with secrets, screams, and the tolling of a black bell that shouldn't ring. As the group descends deeper into the haunted halls, reality begins to unravel. Shadows whisper forgotten names. Burned diaries reveal rituals better left buried. And something watches them from beyond the veil-something hungry. Told in chilling first-person narrative, Whispers of the Black Bell is a supernatural horror story about memory, guilt, and the ghosts we carry. As the line between the past and present fades, survival means more than escaping the school... it means facing the truth. But some doors, once opened, refuse to close. Perfect for fans of Japanese ghost stories, psychological horror, and twist endings that leave a mark.

I don't know, I'm making it up as I go

A young, bold hero sets of on a dangerous but adventure filled journey to save his dimension from disappearing for eternity. As he goes on his adventure he meets dangerous foes and recruits new friends to set across this journey of travelling from dimension to dimension to save the universe of stories from being consumed whole...

Everett Tornhill died three years ago. Living with it has been... complicated. Ever since that night, he's had a foot in two worlds, and a silent companion that refuses to let go. When darkness takes shape in people's lives-whispers, shadows, things that crawl out of emptiness-Everett finds himself drawn in, whether he wants to be or not. But as he delves into his cases, he finds himself wrestling not just with strange entities, but with questions that linger far too close to his own fractured soul