Novel & Cerita Best Book For Power

“Because once you cross that line, you do not get to pretend things can go back to normal.” Dante sat up too, his bare feet hitting the floor. “Normal was an illusion,” he said. “I just did not know it yet.” He stood and walked to the window, pushing the curtain aside. The city was already awake, cars moving, people rushing into lives that felt simple compared to the mess unraveling inside his chest. “My uncle taught me everything about power,” he continued. “He always said information is currency. Control what people know, and you control what they do.”

And he was right, if he'd wanted her dead, breaking into a wrecked apartment wouldn't be complicated. She opened the door. The man standing in her hallway looked like he'd stepped out of a corporate warfare documentary. Tall, with dark hair silvered at the temples. His suit probably cost more than her entire wardrobe. Everything about him screamed power, control, and absolutely zero tolerance for weakness. He looked at her destroyed apartment without an ounce of surprise, then those eyes settled on her. "Victor Hale." He didn't offer his hand. "We need to talk." "About what? How you know where I live? How you know about the files?" Nina kept the table leg raised between them.

MEANWHILE LAWRENCE'S HEADQUARTERS Jordan's dark pair of ocean eyes were strictly focused on some documents as he worked busily being isolated in his office. His chocolate brown pigmented hair were messy but it charmed him more while his professional attire screamed extreme richness. Jordan Lawrence was no easy man after all. His every second was money making him intimidatingly the most powerful man in the world business. He was the best known tycoon in the entire continent. Also be called as the godfather of the entertainment industry who had his every possible reach over the numbers of platforms in multimedia resources.

I comb my hair down, and catch my reflection in the mirror, allowing myself a small, controlled smirk. I take the journal, and lock it in my safe behind the towel rack in the bathroom. Heavier than it looks, that little book. Paper and ink shouldn’t feel like leverage, yet it does. Like holding a pulse in my palm. People think power comes from guns, money, men who answer when you call. They’re wrong. Power is knowing someone’s secrets. Power is knowing the exact sound they make when they’re lonely. I rest my hand on the safe door for a second longer than necessary, exhaling slowly.

I removed the USB and scrubbed my footprints on the laptop, left where I improved the marketing and closed it. Ideas stabbed my insides again as I walked out of the office. Everything stemed down to money and power. I walked out of the office. Power is madness. The moment you taste it, you won’t be able to taste anything else. When it seeps under your skin and flows in your blood, it turns to poison. The best way to snatch power is by exploiting the human mind. People are simple. Make them crave something. Give them what they crave. Then snatch it from between their fingertips. I'll snatch the power and get what's mine.

Jaxon’s POV "Take the pills, Jaxson. You’re gray. You look like you’re already dead." I didn't look at my trainer. I didn't even acknowledge he was in the room. I just stared at the two white tablets sitting in the palm of my scarred, calloused hand. They were small, innocent-looking things, but they were the only reason I could still stand upright. They were the only reason my spine didn't feel like it was being fed through a woodchipper every time I took a stride on the ice.

He had taken an urgent team-building order from a large company that afternoon, earning over 100 dollars just from the delivery fees and tips. Watching him drive away on his motorcycle, I smiled involuntarily. My "powerful words" used to be a knife hanging over others' heads, a jinx that only brought disaster, but after leaving that dark place full of suspicion and malice, the power had transformed into a blessing that could bring good fortune. The wind chimes jingled, and a beautiful woman in plain clothes walked in. She was the young police officer who, despite the Shaw family's pressure, had insisted on collecting evidence to uncover the truth in the emergency room corridor.