Absolute Power Novels & Stories

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.

“Defiance dressed as virtue. You speak well, girl, but words do not change lineage. You are still—” Alpha Bernard’s chuckle cut him off, smooth as oil on water. “Perhaps we should temper our judgments. Power is a tool. In the wrong hands, destructive. In the right, invaluable.” His gaze slid to Maxwell, then back to me. “The question is not whether she has it, but whether it can be… guided.” Guided. Controlled. Owned. His smile told me exactly where his thoughts lay.

No one could see how he appeared, as if he were teleporting. At this time, he was obviously stronger than usual. He exuded a strong power from head to toe, as if he could easily destroy the city. "Your Majesty, this guy's words are rude. He doesn't take you seriously at all." "Anyone who provokes the Emperor's authority will have no choice but to die. I implore the Emperor to show us the power." "I would like to request the Emperor to make a move and establish the imperial authority." "I would like to request the Emperor to make a move and establish the imperial authority."

I said. They scrambled. The door slammed shut behind them. I walked back to my desk and poured myself a glass of wine. I took a long, slow sip, savoring the rich taste on my tongue. Fools. All of them. They didn't understand. They never understood. Power wasn't about politics. Power wasn't about consequences. Power was about will. About the ability to impose your will on the world, regardless of the cost, regardless of the blood spilled. And I had will. More than anyone.

I stated. She had given me full control of her powers by drinking that drink. She had accepted fate and relinquished her powers to not lose our love. Causing the book to allow me to change reality without actually changing reality. Nobody but Gods with the ultimate power would remember anything that happened in their former lives. I would officially be the most powerful god to ever exist. "This is our only shot at changing reality to exactly how we want it to be. Dont mess it up." My father stated from my side.

"They'd have refused. So I removed refusal as option. For the greater good." "You sound like Victor Kane. Like every autocrat who justifies control by claiming it serves the collective." "Victor Kane builds political empires. I build scientific knowledge. Very different motivations." "Same outcome. Power over people who can't resist. Justified by claiming it's for their benefit."

I nodded. Tears filled her eyes. "I'm sorry, Kiema. Truly. The life of a Prime or even Direct is usually cold and lonely. I wouldn't have wished this on you. Hell, I wouldn't have wished it on Hellion. The Earth Human phrase, ‘absolute power corrupts absolutely,' is very true. I'm pleased that you have such a Circle of power that they can help you carry that burden. I pray that you all take care of each other. Hold each other accountable. The descent into corruption is too easy."