Abuse Of Power Synonym Novels & Stories

"You are, by your own account and by all external measures, a powerful man. Yet you describe feeling powerless in this situation." "Financial power is useless against someone who can turn the legal system into a custom-made weapon, and public opinion into a cudgel," I said, the frustration I'd been swallowing for weeks finally finding a calm outlet. "My power was in systems she either owned or could corrupt. My only real power has been to stand with Maya. To be a shield, however imperfect."

And whoever it was had abused both the privilege and her, sending her out into this wild storm unequipped to handle it. He'd seen it before, way too many times. Men who got off on the power alone, on the ability to exert complete control over another person. That control often translated into abuse, a situation he and other Doms worked very hard to neutralize and prevent. It was unfortunate that there were too many assholes perverting the meaning of the word and the dynamics of the situation. Well, shit. Now what? He was in no mood to be anyone's Dom right now, least of all someone who appeared as damaged as this sub. He barely had patience for himself.

I began, my voice steady. "In his younger years, he misused his power—he abused his position within the pack, using it against those beneath him. The servants, the maids. It wasn’t just threats. It went further. He slept with some of them. There was no regard for their dignity, for the consequences of his actions." The council members listened quietly, their faces unreadable. The weight of their eyes was a constant pressure.

In the midst of the panic among the powerhouses of the Doom Race, Wyot spoke slowly with a somber expression. “You disobey the Clan Leader’s orders, ignore the race’s rules, and act independently. “Internally, you base positions on family background, show favoritism, form cliques, and engage in infighting. “Externally, you abuse power, wreak havoc among all living beings, act arrogantly, and kill at will, exhibiting extreme cruelty.” As he spoke, Wyot descended two steps, causing the group of powerhouses to retreat in fear.

But I didn’t fail to notice the shock that flickered through his eyes. “Like I said… law are the principles that we apply to life. For instance, if there’s no law in place, a lot of people would believe that they’re above others, and at such, do things that might take the lives of the people they think they’re below.” My lips curled up in a humorless smirk. How ironic. He literally just described himself in few words. Before I could control my mouth, it was already bringing out words, “Some people abuse power irregardless of the law though.”

"I'd rather have the power to compel Angels and demons to heed my every word." Belzebub snorted. "Divine command? That's so boring. With my powers, I can get what I want, when I want it from both demons and humans." Asmo's expression turned stern. "But at what cost? You're constantly manipulating and using people. That's not true power, that's just exploitation." Belzebub laughed. "Exploitation? Ha! It's just smart tactics. And it gets results. Your precious Grace of God wouldn't even be able to get us out of that traffic stop."

"Do you think that omega is just a table napkin? After you use it, you throw it?" The tears condensed in the corner of my eyes. I cleared my throat because my voice started to crack. "My sister is a good woman. Why are you hurting her! Just because you have power and she is just…" I looked up and down. Showed him the gesture of belittling height in the air, "just an omega? Low born, no power! You are abusing what you have! You don't deserve to be a king or a royal!" "You are nothing, but a b*llshit king who hurts every woman! Using power to take advantage of everything that scope of your hands—abusing women!"

“I hate him. I know I shouldn’t, but I hate him for what he did to my mother.” “You and I both know that there are people in positions of power that don’t deserve it, people that abuse the power that they have been given. I’m thankful that I have you for a mate, someone that will never take that power for granted and will never abuse it.” I tell her, looking at her.

“How was it… pretending to be your twin?” My neck throbs, my leg burns, and my phone is nowhere in sight. Gritting my teeth, I glare at him. “And you think hurting me is gonna make me talk?” I snap, voice shaking with fury. God, I hate feeling this helpless. “You have no choice.” His voice drops lower, darker. “I could stop this car right now and take advantage of you, and you wouldn’t be able to run that pretty mouth of yours. Even if I despise you, I could still use you—for your face. After all, you are her carbon copy.”

he said. “It integrates.” I already knew that. I’ve seen it. “But once it stabilizes completely…” A pause. “…it stops being just power.” I didn’t like where this was going. “It becomes authority.” The word hit wrong. Heavy. Final. “Authority over what.” His eyes locked onto mine. “Everything it touches.” Silence. That’s not power. That’s control. Absolute control. The kind that reshapes the world. “No,” I said immediately. “She wouldn’t—”