Booktok Powerless の小説・ストーリー

It didn't feel like I knew what I was doing. We went down for lunch later in silence, disappointed that we didn't find what we were looking for. “What do we do now? Is there anything we can do without the book?” She sighed. “Yes, there is but in order to fully understand your powers, you must have the book. It's handed down from every girl by her mother and it's supposed to help her and guide her on how she can get the best of her powers. Without it, it's just like we don't know who you are. I don't know if you understand. We have to find it.”

There it was. The question she’d been circling since the beginning. I sat down across from her. “You want the truth?” “Yes,” she said immediately. “Now.” I studied her face. The exhaustion. The strength beneath it. The fire she didn’t know how to use yet. “I was born powerless,” I said. “In a family that worshipped power.” She blinked, clearly not expecting that. “I watched others shape the world while I studied it from the shadows,” I continued. “I learned early that knowledge could be a weapon too.”

“To gravity.” Varek chuckled and knelt beside her, offering a canteen. “Not bad.” “I got hit fifteen times.” “You didn’t fall until the end. That’s progress.” She gulped the water and lay back, staring at the grey sky above. “Why does everyone keep saying I’m powerful? I don’t feel powerful. I feel like a very tired raccoon who accidentally walked into a vampire soap opera.” Varek lay beside her, close but not touching. “You are powerful. But power doesn’t just come from magic—it comes from choice. Every time you get back up, you grow stronger.”

As for the rest of my punches, they landed on areas that wouldn't be easily found. After all, he was the chairman of Kingsley Group. Hence, it might lead to a series of troublesome events if I left too many bruises on his face. Half an hour later, my parents-in-law and Oliver were all easily subdued by me and sat on the sofa listening to my lecture. "Maybe you all haven't heard that I was born with superhuman strength. So, don't try to rebel against me. I am stronger than you think. Men are not the symbol of strength. I am.

I didn't know how to react. Zavier quickly stepped forward and held my hand. "Did you hear everything? In that case, we'll drop our act. It's been tough putting on a show for so long. Don't you feel sorry for us, Alex? We feel so sad…" The numbers above their heads decreased steadily. 98%... 96%... 95%... But still, they shouldn't abuse the power bank! After all, overcharging would damage the power bank. As my consciousness gradually waned yet again, I looked at the three 100% battery levels and shed soundless tears in my heart.

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.

It was infuriating and annoying. I sat there fuming. I was sure if we had opened the magic book, we would have known how to evade some of the powers the Lady wielded. She read my mind. "Oh dear, let me get this book which holds knowledge of the powers that I wield." She said. She walked towards me and bent to pick the book. I had a certain instinct that wanted me to protect the book. I tried to kick her away but I could not... Kai was struggling too to free himself too and save the book but our efforts seemed to be fruitless.

He growled and tried to kick me, but I blocked it and slammed my knee into his stomach and pushed him back, his boots scraping against the cracked floor. “You said you evolved,” I mocked, stepping closer. “But all I see is a desperate fool hiding behind borrowed power.” “Shut up!” he snarled, charging again. I caught him by the throat and lifted him, slamming him against the wall. The stone cracked under the impact. His claws clawed at my arm, but I tightened my grip, watching the panic start to show in his eyes. “Even with your magic,” I said coldly, “you’re still useless against me.”

He said. "But how do we defeat the devil?" Zachary suddenly snapped at him and Seffner looked at Zachary before he answered his question. "With this power, learn it as soon as possible." He said then handed us a book from his bag, even though it was covered in bl*od but it will help us. "Then let's start." Nale suddenly said then I looked at that book, it's a very popular mystery book but this is the answer to our questions. Our power that we don't fully know yet, maybe this is it. We can save the people who are suffering because of that demon, whoever he is.

ALPHA LUCA I was raised to believe that power means control. Control of assets. Of territory. Of narrative. Of outcomes. No one ever bothered to warn me that the most unbearable moments of a man’s life are the ones where power is useless. Where money, influence, violence, and name all stand quietly to the side while the person you love lies unconscious behind glass you cannot break. The barrier hums faintly in front of me, a nearly invisible field that has already thrown me to the ground twice and burned through the skin of my palms once. I don’t touch it again, not because I’ve accepted it, but because I’ve learned it. There is a difference.