Love Is The Power Novels & Stories

As if she knew I was scared about not knowing what to do, she continued to speak. “Love is the most powerful thing you humans possess. Some may not even be aware of it, but when you let your heart speak, act, and radiate love, nothing is impossible. It brightens the darkest nights. It lightens the heaviest loads. It erases ugly pasts and memories. It creates better futures. Love oversees everything. It can cover the vast sea as well as the wide skies. I believe these words would give you the idea of what to do….” “Love? Does it mean I am not loving her enough?”

There are two things in this world that are considered to be more powerful than anything else and that is the power of love and well power itself. One cant exist without the other. A person driven by love may be capable of doing anything in order to ensure that their loved ones are kept safe. And with power, well not even the most loved can resist the pull that comes with power. Anything and everything can be made possible when a person is given just a little bit of power. And for those that were responsible for creating the world and turning it into the supernatural hotspot that we knew it was the power of those two things that they were to ensure that they got exactly what they wanted.

"I should have told you, baby Doll. This whole mess would have been sorted by now. I blame myself for this. I am sorry also, for not telling you at the coffee shop, I should have told you. Baby Doll, I will give you the space you need, to find yourself. I will let you find yourself, like you want, but i will also be waiting for you. I will be waiting for you to come back to me. I want you to know, that I love you so much, no matter what. This cannot be the end of us, I will not allow it. Just have it in mind, that I am here, waiting for you, my dazzling Beauty Samantha" he said, with tears, flowing down his face.

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

Maya followed me. The tears fell immediately after I got out of the hall. ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎ Draven POV: Love is just a word made up by weak people to create bonds that don’t exist. The only real thing that exists is power. Power sets a total nobody freak as the leader of a generation. It demands respect and authority from the world. I love power. I breathe power. And so whenever there’s a force that tries to compromise it. It irritates the hell out of me.

Eyes flicked to the closed double doors down the hall. "There's a rig in the office," he said slowly. "But... don't touch his files. He's paranoid about privacy." "I don't care about his crypto wallet," I said, hopping off the stool. "I just need a word processor." "Password is 1-1-1-1," Sebastian called out. "That's lazy," I said. "The password is lazy." "Rich guys are lazy!" he said that from the kitchen. I chuckled and moved into the study.

The voice seemed to answer his thoughts, radiating a wave of pure, comforting encouragement that banned any lingering doubt or fear from the assembly. “Never forget that the greatest power you possess is not the magic you harness, nor the wonders you construct,” the voice instructed, its tone soft yet carrying the weight of eternity. “The greatest power is the love you share with one another. Protect it. Cherish it like the rarest gem, and pass it on to those who come after you, so that the darkness may never find a foothold in your tomorrow. We are always with you—watching, guiding, and loving you through every breath of wind and every ray of light.”

She looks so fragile in that moment. So this is what he likes? My eyes snap to hers. The look in her eyes says otherwise. Love? “I’m not sure you’re capable of that, Sharon,” I say. “You only know how to love yourself.” Silence settles between us. Cold. Final. “We’re over,” I say, pulling the ring off my finger and throwing it at him. I pick up my purse. My luggage. And walk toward the door. “You’re unlovable, Anastasia,” Tristian says behind me. “Men don’t like women like you.”

"Did you come all the way here just to lecture me?" "It's just that… You said you care about him, but have you put money where your mouth is? You don't even act like you care. All of his gifts make it irrefutable: he loves you," she replied. "Do you know just how much he's changed for you? He's not even like himself anymore."

It seemed she had decided to let the two men talk and reach a solution without any interruption from her. Levi followed Asher’s gaze and said, “She is a wolf.” It was a reminder, in case Asher had forgotten. Not that he could. He chuckled and looked at his soon to be father-in-law. “It’s funny what love doesn’t know or care about.” He shrugged. “Wolf or human, I don’t care. I love her and want to be with her.” A tense moment passed before Levi responded. “Well, it seems fate already made the decision and there is nothing I can do about it. And I would rather my mate stopped glaring at me every day.”