Empowered Novels & Stories

If Nunny was worried then it was worse than I thought it was. No matter how bad it was, I wasn’t going to give up; I refused to be pessimistic about it. Nothing was going to happen—not to me or my baby. I would fight through whatever was thrown at me. Besides, I had purpose on my side. Nunny had told me, as had my ancestors once, that I had a purpose, something greater than me that I was destined for. I believed that.

I DID THAT! I warmed all over with a feeling I wasn’t sure I recognized but a word entered my head: empowered. That’s how he made me feel. Vance had too. I’d never felt like I had any semblance of control over a man. I wasn’t at all sure if those feelings were there when I looked at Liam.

He was all too happy to be that outlet, settling in a riding position until I ran out of time and was forced to shower so I didn’t wear the evidence of how I was more submissive than dominant for my husband. “You aren’t a ‘Brady’ anymore, you have a new power.” Cutter explained as I offered a sweet farewell to Jackson and was now waiting for the elevator to come to our floor. “I know Jackson is intimidating.” “I meant to say that you’re free. Even though the boss man would have my head for this, you don’t need him. Just like you didn’t need your father-or anyone else.” He shrugged his shoulders for nonchalance, “I’m just here as a precaution, but we all know you can handle yourself.”

She loved that the most, it wasn’t the speed of the sex, but the carnival lust in his eyes as he would take her. Nothing felt better to her than that, than his sheer desire for her. It made her feel more confident about her body. Now that she knew she had this power over him, she planned on using it when ever she could. Just watching him sleep next to her, he’s naked but uncovered. She thought about waking him again, just so she could have him one more time, but she was a little sore and she could hear Eve getting up, she could not do that to her daughter.

[“It sounds...intense.” [“It is,”] I admit with a small smile. [“But it’s also empowering. They teach you not just about your powers, but about yourself. About the strength you didn’t know you had and the compassion that’s essential to wield such power responsibly.”] I can see the wheels turning in Leianna’s head, the weight of the future resting on her shoulders. [“I’m not sure if I’m ready for that,”] she admits, a flicker of apprehension in her gestures.

Call me selfish, but I refused to be used as a guinea pig for the greater good of humanity. I finally stepped out of the hospital premises, feeling the urge to stretch my limbs after being confined to a bed for too long. The fatigue of prolonged immobility weighed me down, but I was determined to shake it off. Instead of hailing a taxi, I decided to jog all the way home, fueled by an abundance of energy and a supernatural adrenaline rush that coursed through my veins. This unique energy boost allowed me to tap into the coveted "Flow state" at will, a mental zone renowned for its association with battle-hardened fighters.

From Scepticism to Determination ------------------------------------- Sheela's mind raced with possibilities as she envisioned the power and influence they could wield by assisting Satish. She imagined how their support could elevate their status in the community, garner political influence, and pave the way for more significant opportunities. With a sly smile, she meticulously plotted out her next moves, fueled by excitement at the prospect of achieving success and gaining the recognition they deserved for their efforts.

One hand is gripping Max's tightly, the other white knuckling the railing. My heart is beating in my chest so hard I feel like I can't breathe, my chest heavy and constricting not helping. As we take the steps upward I begin to tremble, the thought of yanking my hand free of Max's is overwhelming. I look behind me noticing I'm closer to the top than the bottom. It would be stupid to turn back now, but it doesn't stop me from wanting to. "Almost there, come on Rae," Max encourages. "If you make it to the top I'll reward you with an earth shattering kiss," he says with an ego higher than this damn slide.

Or I say, woman. One must think, I am a shame to woman empowerment. But those people didn't lead the life I lived. Every second of my life I crave to have control, over things happening around me and fail miserably. So when Stefano takes control, I feel like my life is in my hands. I feel empowered rather than dominated. I feel like I am being taken care of. And that need to be taken care of feels good. "I don't have much patience," Stefano growled, snapping me out of my thoughts. He is impatient and so am I.

Defeated. ---