Chase Brown Powerless Audiobook Novels & Stories

Dear readers, this book has been placed on Hiatus at the moment as I’m currently busy with my other book. I’m not abandoning this book but I don’t want to update two books at the same time. Hopefully, I’ll be done with FALL FOR THE HUNTER’S DAUGHTER sooner than later and I’ll be able to complete POWERLESS. Thanks for the support ❤️

“Can we get some water? We are of no use to you dead, not so? Your boss won’t be pleased with you if something were to happen to us.” The man smiled a wolfish grin at her. “You, come, get water.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her with him. Chase felt his heart drop to his stomach. What if that bastard hurt Christine or worse? Never in his life had he felt more powerless and frustrated. Behind his back he felt at the rock. He found a piece that jutted out and began chafing the zip tie against it. It was slow, agonizing work, but he kept at it.

I hissed in pain but he didn’t care. "That's enough," he said, finally stopping in anger. Without warning, he bent down and hoisted me onto his shoulder. My helpless screams echoed throughout the house, but there was no one to come to my help. I was weak and alone in this cruel world. They pushed me into the arms of the only heir of the Harrison family and a ruthless billionaire, who hated me, wanted me to die. And I was sure today was the last night of my life. A week ago:-

“Finally, some freedom.” Immediately I can tell there is a shift in power, a difference between the two entities, or whatever they are. Chase’s voice is rougher, less refined and intellectual. It’s the first telling difference I’ve seen aside from the eye colour. He cracks his knuckles a few times before he finally seems to notice me. “Let me tell you darling, it’s not so nice being trapped in that head of his,” Chase mutters. I watch him wordlessly, unsure of what to say or do. He seems more interested in himself than me.

I pant breathlessly as I slam my hands against the dirt. “The point is you haven’t manifested your powers yet,” he says in frustration. “You have to learn to protect yourself without them.” The reminder of my lack of powers feels like a stab in heart. “Right,” I say not even trying to hide the disappointment in my voice. Tears of anger stream down my face at the memories flooding my mind. Another one that has laid dormant for too many years springs to life. I am standing in my bedroom my Uncle Chase’s pack, Silver Wolf. I am pacing the floor nervously when the sound of a car stereo fills the air around me.

"Who's that shameless man? He's actually asking for steak and pasta! The prices of those things are astronomical!" "And he insists on being fed by Captain Zeller!" I froze. The "work" that Janice had to do was to feed Chad steak? I got up, wanting to investigate, but my body went limp, and I fell to my knees. 'Something's wrong! Why does my power pool feel so empty?' 'What happened to my superpower?!'