Novel Power Romane & Geschichten

“Do you think it started before or after Lena came into his life?” She freezes. “I mean,” I add, lighter, “you were fine before, weren’t you?” Lilith nods slowly. “I was.” “And now?” She hesitates, like the words taste wrong. “Now nothing feels solid.” I lower my voice without meaning to. “Some bonds don’t just affect the people in them.” Her eyes snap to mine. “You think she’s controlling him?” I pause. Just long enough to matter. “I think power leaks,” I say carefully. “Especially when it’s new.”

settled in, like he belonged here more than he did in his own home. Eventually, he got up as his throat felt dry. Maybe water would help, he thought to himself. With no footwear on, he padded quietly towards the kitchen. But just as he passed the study, he heard a voice—Adler’s voice. Low and smooth, exactly the way someone spoke when they thought they were alone. “Yes… it’s working already. The conference today was amazing. Press has softened. And the public, their perception is shifting. The family angle plays well.” Jason froze mid-step. His brows pulled together.

I then realized I'm starving and say "yes that sounds perfect." We got lunch at a Chinese place in the mall, and it was delicious. We went home, and I went up to wrap the last gift and put it in my closet with the others. I guess it's gonna be a lazy few weeks because my tutors and trainers have the holidays off, and Dad asked me not to spend the whole holiday studying and stressing. I try my best to not over do it. I work out a little every morning and night. Then I read the book I borrowed from my bio Dad, and I've read it at least twice. I am hoping that what it tells me helps me whenever my powers are released. I sigh, not really comfortable thinking about my powers. I don't know why. It

A fulfilling feeling of victory. I poured myself another drink, letting the whiskey burn down my throat as I scrolled down my feed. My inbox was already full, overflowing with messages, articles and snippets of gossip from people who were so eager to discuss the scandal. Some of the posts condemned me, some found it funny, but the most important thing was that everyone was talking. That was exactly what I wanted, that was what power meant—to make the world revolve around something you created, even if it was built on someone else’s pain.

"You make a deal with me." "What kind of deal?" "The kind that keeps you and your family alive. The kind that gives me the voting rights I need to stop David's takeover. The kind that's mutually beneficial." He pulled a thick folder from his jacket. "A contract marriage." Nina laughed. Actually laughed. "You're insane."

Like my body was already deciding how much pain was too much. Beverly stalked towards me. “Do you feel it?” Beverly asked. “The moment you realise the thing meant to save you has stopped working?” I backed up one step. She followed. “Do you know what I learned from all of you?” Beverly continued. “Power decides truth. Not kindness. Not fate. Not goodness. Power. Nyra has power now, so everyone kneels. Ronan has power, so everyone calls him noble. I found power, and suddenly all of you want to call it corruption.” I growled, “It is corruption.”

Ze sat down on the grass, then laid down on it, and stared up into the slowly darkening digital sky above. Freya laid down next to hir. “You don’t believe me,” she continued. “No,” Lucifer replied quickly. “I think power’s fluid. It’s not some immovable rock that never erodes. It’s a wave that’s propelled by people into others. Through them. It builds up into something powerful enough to shatter stone.” “Well, it still feels different to me.” “Has it occurred to you that it only feels different because you enjoy the feeling of holding power? And, more importantly, you especially enjoy holding power over those already powerful.

I basked in the warm sunlight pouring through the window and stretched lazily. Oh, didn't I mention that little detail? I was the overpowered hero of a harem power-fantasy novel. Perhaps I forgot. But honestly, that didn't matter. Being the hero was just damn satisfying.

There had been plenty of bullying among the children too. Maybe from that time on, I had subconsciously made myself stop caring about anything to protect myself from the outside world. I subconsciously ignored every injury because I was afraid of the pain. But now, I had a family, and I had people who loved me too. I no longer needed to protect myself that way. Seeing the resolve on my face, Nora and Susan closed their mouths in despair. After that, Theodore interrogated Nora, and she gave up the elite hacker who had broken into his estate's system back then. Theodore gave that person two choices. Go against the Jensen family or work for him.

CHAPTER 1 Power, it was a term that is rather popular, everyone can relate to the need for power and at the same time everyone wanted it for him or herself, I was no different, and for me power had a means, right from the age of 12. You see I was a scrawny child from a really small town in New Jersey, growing up was especially hard since I had no parents, forgotten in an orphanage, aside that I wasn’t a cute kid that people came and awwned over and then decide they should adopt, I was ugly, there was no other adjective to use, I had a crocked nose, and even my teeth was scattered and it showed whenever I smiled, every time we were to line up for a prospective family, we were asked to smile a