Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely Book Novels & Stories

Athena sneers, turning as if to stalk out of the room, “Do what you want, daughter of Hades. The book is already destroyed, and the story will now be forgotten… as it should be.” A grim fairytale best left forgotten. When Proserpina was sure that the goddess was already gone, she allowed the shadows to bring what was left of the book back to her, fingers ghosting over the pages. The story of corruption will now be no more… The book is burned. Athena is right. The book is already beyond saving. And yet–

The car drove slowly toward the bustling, sinful heart of New Haven. It was an empire that belonged entirely to me. I raised my right hand, wearing the ring of power. Looking at my cold reflection in the window, I curved my lips. A man’s love is worthless. Only absolute power never betrays.

Millions of lives. All connected by systems of power and policy. “Let me ask you something,” he said. “What?” “Do you believe the Dominion government is clean?” The question caught me off guard. “No.” “Of course it isn’t.” “Power always creates corruption.” He turned back toward me. “So the real question isn’t whether corruption exists.” “It’s who controls it.” My pulse quickened slightly. “That’s a disturbing way to frame the problem.” “It’s a realistic way.” Dominic whispered again.

He never spoke to me, never even looked up from his reading, but I could feel his presence, a strange energy that seemed to fill the room, making the air in the room change. One night, as I was walking past his table, I glanced down at the open book in front of him. The title page read "Codex Gigas - The Egyptian Book of the Dead." I paused, my curiosity increased. I had heard of the ancient Egyptian funerary text, but I had never seen a copy, let alone one as old and worn as this.

He said with distaste as he remembered Chiara throwing a knife at her dad during the dinner. "Her family has power, territory and great connections." "Yeah, we have that too." "You are really shortsighted." Carlos scoffed at him. "Il potere è buono, ma il potere assoluto è ancora migliore. Se possiamo assumere i Marianos, saremmo i re dello Stato, nessuno potrebbe sconfiggerci. Immagina molto che poteva molto." (Power is good, but absolute power is even better. If we can take over the Marianos, we would be the kings of the state, no one could defeat us. Just imagine that much power.)

The author replied calmly, his voice firm and assured, "I am already ruling the world in ways that transcend power and control." Xavier couldn't stop laughing at the author's allegation, insulting him even more. "Are you some kind of president, or a secret mafia boss?" The crewmen joined in the laughs, amused by Xavier's and the enigmatic author's banter. Unaffected by their mistrust, the author declared confidently, "I am far above such mundane positions. I rule by wielding power over people's hearts and minds. True power is found in molding ideas and emotions, not in dominating regions."

I can’t believe that this is what my life has come to. But it was always headed here. I was destined to kill or be held hostage. There never was an in between for me. Not like this, not as long as everyone thinks that they need me to be powerful. But what does that power really mean? Cora is proof that just because we’re powerful doesn’t mean we’re impenetrable. We have weaknesses, and if they can find them, so can others, so what’s it matter if they have us or not? He pulls me to his chest as he senses the war of emotions rushing through me.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

I blushed, shook my head, and cleared my throat. “I mean, I’ve been planning to give you since you solved the assignment. The book is very important, it costs the owner’s life.” “What?” he asked in surprise. He’s too young to know the story of the book. The book isn’t popular because it’s the author’s first book. He was a psychologist and also labelled a psychopath. What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss.

Some of the supernatural entities present were edging toward the exits, their earlier enthusiasm cooling into wariness. "But I haven't forced anyone to join," I protested. "Every connection has been voluntary, every enhancement offered rather than imposed." "So far," agreed the Crystal Singer representative. "But power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Your ancestors likely began with similar intentions." The accusation stung because it contained elements of truth. I could feel the network's potential for abuse, the temptation to override individual choice in service of what I might consider greater good. If I faced enough pressure, enough threat to those I cared about...