Empowered Novels & Stories

Just enough of herself that they all felt emboldened and empowered, all with hints of foresight and ferocity. In doing so, all those around her were immediately inspired by her powerful presence. Most of their fears and anxieties receded, even despite the overwhelming enemies all around them. In their place came a need to survive, a need to fight, a need to come together and pull through. Many as one. Freya hardly stopped with her own skeleton crew and pushed herself outward even further. Her head throbbed lightly as she reached out to the rest of the Einherjar and before long began to breathe heavily from the effort.

Silence falls over them. Then a woman—almost in her late thirties—steps forward confidently. “Power is the ability to do whatever you want,” she says proudly. I nod. “You’re right,” I say evenly. “With power, you can indeed do whatever you want.” I take a step closer, my heels clicking softly against the ground. “And one thing I would want to do,” I continue, my voice calm but firm, “is use that power to rip you off your job.” Her eyes widen in shock.

"I'm guessing your attitude means you don't want the contract anymore, so..." "You can keep the contract to yourself, eat it if you must, but when you decide that a single mom can partner with you in business, then you can call me, because," I stand up and bang my both hands on the table "Mr Folarin, I. Am. Pregnant!"

She tore it open. Read the letter. Then read it again. “We are deeply moved by your work with The Fire We Share. In recognition of your impact, we wish to offer a $1,000,000 grant. No proposals. No pitches. Just one small shift: Reframe the movement toward empowerment-based programming that avoids explicitly triggering content. We believe in uplifting—not upsetting—narratives for wider appeal.” Sophia stared at the words. They read like generosity. But between the lines was a silent demand:

She had those powers. ***************************

I didn’t think I will have to actively work hard to gain the company till now, I wanted to go to places and experience the strength of my power, I wanted to go to Gold university and give a god damned speech about being a scholarship student right there and returning as the owner. I wanted doors to open because my name was mentioned, even the flock of women that came with such liberties, Aria probably wouldn’t be able to come along as she would be raising our kids. The thought of power makes me hard and I take my shaft and stroke as I think of how much authority I will possess, and maybe if I like I will hold unto Emb as my mistress, put her on pills and whenever I wanted to fuck good, I’ll

I mean I'm going with this guy wherever he takes me. Wobbling my ass against his hard on and him groaning in pleasure in my ear while kissing me there makes me feel powerful. Like I have this man's life in my palm. I feel like I can squash or caress his life when I feel like it. I feel wanted. I feel excited. By that I mean I'm so wet.

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.

My limbs moved in tandem with him. “Drink,” he ordered as he tipped the cup against my mouth. I complied with his will as I sipped the warm beverage. I fought my gag reflex as I choked the drink down. He’s being kind to you, just do what he wants, it could be so much worse.

He boast ###########