Love Is The Power Novels & Stories

I said rolling my eyes. "Is that so?" He asks me to confirm. And I nod saying "Yes." "However I'm. I am all yours. And now you can't do anything even if you want to. Because now you have become mine and I'm yours. And you are really something, you have finally made this Sameer Pratap Singh FALLING FOR HIS REJECTED WIFE." ___________________ Love is not something which a person does, it just happens. There're still some people in this world, who do not believe in the power of Love. The reality is, that there's nothing more powerful than true Love. And the people who find it in their life, they're very lucky.

Hattiea uttered as Jayson rubbed his affected area on the left cheek where he got smacked by her. He laughed again matching his dark pair of orbs again with Hattiea who cried another tear of disgust, the same minute. "That's the fact Hattiea, if I can make you a woman of your own then I hold the power to finish you too... knowing me, you would not want to test me, honey!" Jayson spelled out. Sounding too devilish, Hattiea knew what he meant by that. He was emotionally blackmailing her now, just because he had done favours to her in the past...

Instead, I just stared at him, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest. "I loved you," I whispered. My voice cracked, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. "I thought you loved me too." His smile was sharp, cruel. "Love? Sabrina, love is weakness. I gave you something greater than love. I gave you power." Power. That word again, the one he used to justify every atrocity, every lie, every manipulation. It coiled around my mind like a serpent, squeezing tighter and tighter until I could barely think. 49

It wasn’t power. It was surrender. It was love. And we were both ruined. Together.

With Love, The Cloud.

"Something real, something that doesn't come with strings attached or a hidden agenda. Something that you clearly know nothing about." Dr. Jenkins laughed again, but this time it was bitter and mocking. "Love? You think love can save him? Love is nothing but a fleeting emotion. It's temporary, meaningless. Power, on the other hand, is eternal. It's what gives you control over people, over the world. And that's what I have, my dear. Power." I felt my anger rise up inside of me. "You may have power, but you'll never have love. And that's something you'll never understand," I said, my voice trembling with fury.

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baby Hope asked. "Yes. Share power. Use strength to help. Use the ability to serve. Use what you can do to make others better. Safer. Happier. That service is what justifies power. What makes having power acceptable? What makes being powerful beautiful instead of dangerous? If you only use power for yourself, power corrupts. Power isolates. Power destroys. But power used for others? Power shared with others? Power given to others? That power creates love. Creates a connection. Creates meaning. That power is what you should be. What should you choose? What you should become."

Tears were threatening to creep out of my eyes but I wouldn’t let them, aunty Joan sighed and looked down. Probably ashamed of herself for almost yelling at me or blaming me for my decision, the memories just have hit her deep and hard and she wasn’t expecting it. She tried to move toward me but her attire was so slow so I rushed to her instead, holding her to support her just in case she’s too weak to stand on her own. “Look here Joan, I love her and she’s aware but there are somethings that love cannot solve, we have to break and Remold what we wasn't.”

“You won’t.” The bluntness made me sit back. “You’re that sure?” “I’m not sure,” he said. “I’m certain. Love is a weakness. I don’t offer it and it won't be tolerated.” I almost laughed, but I heard it in “And you think that’s supposed to make me trust you?” “I’m not asking for your trust. I’m offering power. Take it, or go back to drowning.” I really hated that part of me, I leaned toward him without moving an inch.