Empath Gifts Novels & Stories

I felt a strange flow of energy passing through my body, especially through my hands. I didn’t need to look down to know what that was. I knew sparks were shooting from my hands. I clenched my glove tightly to prevent any more harm. Whenever I hurt myself or mostly after my outburst, I always had a hard time controlling my powers. “He’s a recruit, one of the best ring fighters as you asked, Xavier.” Kyle butted in. A fighter. I nodded before walking past him to my office. They followed behind. I sat down on my spot on Evan’s black and red leather chair behind an enormous black glass desk. Which was mine now, along with his title.

As she spoke, she slapped my face hard, saying indignantly, "You wretch! Wasn't it enough to steal my life? How dare you steal the bracelet my hubby was going to give me! Why don't you just go to hell?" Disdainful glances were immediately shot at me. Someone chimed in, "Queenie, calm down. Some people are just born bad, and you can't change that." "Yeah! Instead of wasting our breath on her, we should just call the police and send her to jail for rehabilitation!" I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and said icily, "I'm not the one who should be in jail!"