Absolute Power Novels & Stories

Hayley paused for a while and then asked, "Then who gets to make that call?" She didn't care about how someone would be chosen. She wanted to know who had the authority to choose. Having built her way up step by step and taken control of an entire league through sheer ability, Hayley understood one thing clearly: power is something you seize, piece by piece. It doesn't fall from the sky. This idea of "selecting the strongest human to lead" sounded like nothing more than a facade. What gave that person the right to take control of an entire organization?

If someone had power, they either worked for him, or they ceased to exist. Rule Three: Love is a Liability. Alessandro had seen what love did to men. His father had loved his mother. That love had made him hesitate, made him believe in second chances. Alessandro refused to make that mistake. He would never allow anyone to have power over him. (The Present – A Man with No Weaknesses) Back in the present, Alessandro sat in his study, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He had built an empire from nothing, had turned himself into a legend.

"Tell me…what do you think power is?" Elena considered. "Strength? The ability to enforce your will?" "Common misconception." Morgan handed her a cup. "Power is the ability to shape reality. Physical strength is just one tool. True power comes from understanding forces beyond the physical." "Like?" "Economics. Information. Perception. Fear. Love." Morgan's smile was sharp. "A goddess-born who masters only physical strength wastes their potential. We're meant to influence the world on every level." "Is that why you built this place? Not just sanctuary but a power base?"

Lady Macbeth watched in horror as her stolen power was transformed into something that helped instead of harmed. "You're wasting it! That much energy could reshape the supernatural world! Could give you absolute authority!" "We don't want authority," I said. "We want justice. There's a difference." "Naive child. Justice is just another word for the strong deciding what the weak deserve." "Then I guess we have different definitions." I felt Dad's approval through our connection. Pride that I'd chosen principles over power. That I'd become someone who healed instead of destroyed. The power continued flowing between us. Still enormous. Still dangerous. But controlled now. Directed by shared pur

She hurt loudly. She didn’t leave… Except she had. The realization slid in slowly, not sharp but suffocating, like water filling my lungs instead of air, choking me with something so cruel and unpleasant… Power has always meant something to me. It was a form of control. A leverage against decisions. Authority in the crowd. It meant safety to me, one that couldn't be broke. I had built my entire life around it— carefully, deliberately— layer upon layer of influence and dominance so nothing could ever take me by surprise. So no one could ever corner me again. So grief would never have teeth…

powerless and as if he's in control of me, of everything I do and everything I say and for some reason I had no idea how to stop feeling this way but it was like an automatic response to whenever I saw him. It was like he had some sort of super power which triggered a persons anxiety of nerves which made each and everyone feel so intimidated as soon as he was around, and it was the very thing he thrived of, power and control.

Also be called as the godfather of the entertainment industry who had his every possible reach over the numbers of platforms in multimedia resources. He had numbers of agencies under his feet in the process and with his only one click of fingers, he was able to make many lives and destroy the visa versa. He can assign agencies under his labels and also holds the power to ruin them too... Obviously Jordan Lawrence's name sounded equally dangerous than just being powerful in the entire states of America, he was not easy to manipulate and dominated by any. Jordan Lawrence also owned countless hospitals in his heritage round the continent, that was since he got to know about his mother's health.

“He’s not just an Alpha, but also a prince; with that sort of lineage, who knows what sort of abilities he has.” I swallow as the idea dawns on me. The power of authority… It’s an uncommon ability, to say the least. These days, most Alphas have various abilities; nightvision, speed, strength to name a few. But nothing so manipulative as authority. That ability has been long since outlawed and bred out of existence. After all, the ability to make someone fall still and silent with one touch is far too powerful and, frankly, dangerous. “I wonder if he used it on her just now,” I whisper. I slowly turn my head to look out the window, back up at the sprawling estate.

I just make myself swallow, one spoonful at a time. Mechanical. Necessary. Afterward, I sit at the table with my hands wrapped around a mug that’s long since gone cold. The room is quiet. Too quiet, maybe. The kind of quiet that lets thoughts stretch out. I understand now. Power doesn’t care about consent. It doesn’t wait to be invited. It doesn’t respect boundaries. It moves toward anything that can stabilize it, legitimize it, carry it without cracking. And it will keep chasing me. Whether I want it or not.

Power? A very underrated, yet overrated shit at the same time. After more than twenty-eight years of her life, Lyra is yet to decipher the force behind this single word. In this world- or at least the Part pf the world she knew- he who has power possesses a very great thing. He with the most power has the highest standing authority. But Layla had also learnt that asides this great wealth, fear and authority that comes from it, power also comes with a load of danger.