Booktok Powerless の小説・ストーリー

“But this is not about comfort. This is about control.” I leaned back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “All my life,” I said slowly, “I thought being powerless meant being safe. Turns out being powerful is just as terrifying.” River let out a small laugh. “Welcome to the club.” I exhaled. “Fine,” I said finally. “I will read the book. Again. Properly.” Jane raised a brow. “Without skimming.” “Yes,” I groaned. “Without skimming.” “And no portals,” River added.

CHAPTER 1 Power, it was a term that is rather popular, everyone can relate to the need for power and at the same time everyone wanted it for him or herself, I was no different, and for me power had a means, right from the age of 12. You see I was a scrawny child from a really small town in New Jersey, growing up was especially hard since I had no parents, forgotten in an orphanage, aside that I wasn’t a cute kid that people came and awwned over and then decide they should adopt, I was ugly, there was no other adjective to use, I had a crocked nose, and even my teeth was scattered and it showed whenever I smiled, every time we were to line up for a prospective family, we were asked to smile a

"Update completed, your new power is known as mind control which means that you have the ability to make a living organism do whatever you want" "This is amazing" Kaikuh thought as she became excited and tried using her abilities. "What's going on? Why can't I control the beast" Kaikuh thought as she tried using the powers. A message then popped up saying, "Just like your mind reading abilities, you can't just start from the top, currently your at level on of this ability, which means you have to be in physical contact with the person before you would be able to activate mind control"

The most important thing was that this woman was very powerful and held a powerful force. Ordinary women wouldn't cause any big trouble no matter how hard they tried, but this woman was different. She had too much power in her hands, and it was just a split-second thing that she could even shake the world. Among all the people present, only five savages were still vacant. They sat on the ground, counting their feet. They could not feel any change in the atmosphere, and they didn’t know what despair was.

For becoming the one thing I swore I would never be again: Powerless.

Athena said. "That's because she had them fooled with promises of wealth, power and immortality. She has them wrapped around her finger. But they don't know Anika like we do." Keisha replied, anger in her tone. "She's selfish and I'm certain she has no plan to share her power with anyone else. She's only using them to get what she wanted because she is limited by her being powerless. If she gets her hands on the book and uses it's power, I'm afraid it could mean the end of the world for us."

I continued to speak to myself until I settled upon the decision; that I would continue with the debate with myself later on and help Mary first. "What powers should she be given? Invisibility? Mind reading? Ughhh! I am gone crazy! Wait, the book!" I turned around to go back to my room and get the book for the guidance but then something stopped me. The book was already there, on the ground. 'It wasn't here before.' I thought to myself. Ignoring how it got there, I bent down and picked it up. Without wasting a further minute, I began turning over the pages until my sight landed on a heading saying, 'The Manipulation Powers.'

Sebastian, it says, "Eternal Beastly." "Well, slap me silly and call me a Delilah, but that does not look like that at all." "Focus; you are wasting precious minutes." I do so wish to tell her that it is her fault that we are stuck in this situation, but it truly is Anastasia and mine, for we should have never played with the power that the Book holds. But it is this very power that makes us rush to save her life. And my thought has not even run its course, when I come across another one, "Mmm, Elloise, we have one here that says, "Instill Mortality."

And she didn’t want to. What bothered her, she admitted silently, in the dark privacy of her apartment, behind locked doors and windows, alone under her covers, was becoming powerless. And enjoying it. She was not a powerless person. She was Raven Cannon. She toyed with power all day, with sums of money most people would never see in their lives. And still, when Kade said kneel, she folded—because she had to. And because it thrilled her. ***

I had thought about that exchange often in the weeks since. The Open Table framework drew heavily on Lydia's insight about the specific texture of growing up powerless in a society that categorized worth by ability. She described what it felt like to watch classmates shift for the first time, to sit outside that experience, to have adults reassure you that you were valuable in other ways while their behavior communicated clearly that you were not. She described how The Covenant had weaponized that experience, had told young powerless supernaturals that their worthlessness was not their failure but the bloodlines' fault, and how that reframing had felt, initially, like being given something i