Kristin Powers Book Novels & Stories

What other woman could have that much power over a man? It was then my answer came to me as I watched the doorknob slowly turn and entered one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. Her hair was pale beautiful white but underneath was a dark red burgundy color and she wore a dress that really made it stick out but not as much as her beautiful porcelain skin did from that dress. Her entire body was physically fit but so very strong it was almost intimidating how much strength she omitted from her aura and then there were her beautiful crystal blue eyes with the smallest specs of hazel green that I felt like she only allowed me to see and most would never notice. I felt helpless and the

POV: Connor Macleod There are two kinds of mistakes you can make at a Northpoint party. The ones you regret the next morning… and the ones that ruin your life in the best possible way. “I should have stayed home that night. If I had, I wouldn’t have walked into that crowded Northpoint party. And I definitely wouldn’t have met the only person who made my blood boil .” The music is too loud. The air smells like sweat and cheap cologne. The floor is sticky from spilled beer, and the whole place feels like it’s shaking from the bass.

“Do you see? You cannot deny it. Your own power is mine as well. You wield what you do not understand because it was never truly yours. It was ours. And soon… it will return to me.” Eva gasped, her vision blurring at the edges. The words wrapped around her chest, squeezing until she could hardly breathe. A part of her wanted to scream, to deny everything, but another part a quieter, darker part felt the pull of truth in those words. “No,” she said, her voice breaking yet fierce. “I am not yours. I am not your vessel. My power is mine. My destiny is mine.” The ground trembled, roots tearing through the soil as her energy erupted, a storm of fire and shadow twisting upward like a pillar of cha

“Why did you do it?” Kristien closed her eyes, feeling hot tears stream down her face finally. She could still remember the rush of adrenaline, the satisfaction of seeing Winton lying lifeless on the ground. “All I ever wanted was power,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion. “And Winton stood in my way. He was always pushing me down, telling me I wasn’t good enough.” Peterson listened patiently, but Kristien could see the skepticism in his eyes. “That may be true,” he said. “But it doesn’t justify what you did. You took a human life. You kidnapped an innocent child, and record shows that this may have led to the kidnap of late Mrs. Winston.”

As soon as I said it I heard twigs breaking and something running really fast on either side of the forested banks. " Did you hear that? " Bruce looked at me confused, "hear what?" Ryan, Mia and Aaliyah came out of the cars and started walking towards us. My skin starts to tingle with my unpredictable power that manifests inside me. "Everyone back to the cars now!" Ryan shouted. None of us except Mia was trying to get Aaliyah back to the car. "Well, well well, Ryan you've really outdone yourself this time." O my he's hot whoever he is. The pain in my chest was so intense I could hardly breathe. Maybe I was getting delusional.

The room was empty, and yet it felt like it was watching her. Kristen moved with purpose now. She checked every shelf, every drawer. Most of them were filled with books or files, bank statements, business papers, property deeds. Cold. Clinical. Nothing personal. But she wasn’t looking for money or power. She was looking for pain. For the source of the storm that brewed inside Carlo's eyes. It took nearly an hour. She moved around the desk, dragging herself to the floor, pressing on the panels beneath the lower shelf, searching for any uneven edge.

"Good. And now, I'm going to fuck you hard and I want to hear you scream..." ***** If you would like to learn how Kirstie (Debbie) first met James and Michael, read 'Mastering the Virgin' And the story continues for Kirstie and Ryan when they return in 'Charlotte's Search' (Part Three - 'The Sin Of The Parent')

But it was only a brief shadow this time and then it was gone. "Well I guess we need to get to work then," Krista said, "Get out your work book. I think we were on page 112 when we went off last time." Callista dutifully bent over from her chair and grabbed her backpack. Her ACT book was still in there. But as she bent over she could have sworn she saw Callista trying to stare down her shirt to look at her cleavage. But when she got back up with her book, Krista was carefully taking a note in her spiral notebook.

It was part of her duty. Later that morning, Kristin found herself in Lucas’s room again. She had followed the instructions in the book, gently kneading his legs with slow, deliberate movements. His body was cold, lifeless under her touch, but she couldn’t help the strange feeling that crept over her. It wasn’t just the physical act of massaging him—it was the way his stillness seemed to demand something more.

“Brain-bleach? Is that even a word?” She laughed. “Yes, we're cleansing our minds.” I chuckled again, but didn't say a word as I watched her pace around the room with a sudden return of her signature energetic vibe. Sl She began pulling random items from the wardrobe, rearranging the crystals on the windowsill, and tossing a soft, knitted blanket over my lap.