Over-powered Novels & Stories

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she bit her lip, as if she had just been deeply humiliated. "Samantha… How could you waste things like that? I only wanted to borrow them. If you don't want to give them to me, fine. Why embarrass me like this?" Blake's expression darkened. He pulled Maeve behind him protectively. "That's too far! Maeve's family doesn't have much. She just wanted to borrow your books. What gives you the right to treat her like that? You think having money makes you better than everyone? This is ridiculous!"

So I walk in. Callum's at the stove, spatula in hand, wearing that oversized NFL hoodie he never washes. His back is to me, broad and solid, and he's flipping a pancake with the kind of casual confidence that comes from years of feeding himself after practice. He doesn't turn around when I enter, just lifts the spatula in greeting. "Syrup's on the counter. Coffee's fresh."

"Geez, Henry, why are you lying on the floor like a stray dog?" He had completely shed his weak and pitiful facade from earlier, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Do you want to know who put the peanut powder in the drink?" He squatted down, shining the flashlight directly into my eyes. "It was me. I just wanted to see who's more important to Dad, Mom, and Violet: you, their biological son and brother, or me, who is adopted. Guess what? Even though you're related by blood, in their eyes, you're not even fit to carry my shoes!"

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In fact, when gathered together, their pressure surpassed his, and he did not dare to let his guard down. To conserve his true energy, he took out his Linebreaker Overlord. With this extraordinary weapon, he could not only restore his true energy during battle but also cause maximum damage at minimal cost. “Overlord’s Return!” Layers of spear intent enveloped the beasts. Andrius followed up spear strike after spear strike. Fifteen minutes later, he had killed them all. In one-on-one combat, even the late Nascent Soul stage beasts only posed a slight challenge to Andrius. After enduring for about a dozen rounds, Andrius’ exquisite spear technique killed them all.

She might as well get one for herself as well if this butterfly thing is cool. "Yeah, one second. Let me turn it on", Anna said before reaching her finger underneath the butterfly. When the butterfly 'turned on', Kaylee stared at it in shock and whimpered almost immediately. * * *

"We finish this here. If he wants the hardware, let’s show him what happens when you overclock the system to the point of structural fatigue." Anji seized the moment of pure, unfettered anarchy. The rage—a cold, calculated, synthetic fire—demanded release. He didn't command them with a subtle hum anymore; he used the blunt instrument of their addiction. He pushed them toward each other, turning the basement vault into a chamber of final defiance.

Oppressive and overbearing, a person who always had to have his way, who would rather break than bend, die than yield. A person who couldn’t be reasoned with. In other words, a madman.

Keyboard Overkill

the youth asked looking curious mixed with anger. The older male smiled wrily before answering "They are one of the upper household and they are so powerful, remember that the power they shows to the surface is just two-hundred of their strength and forces, they are quiet because they don't want the other upper household to notice that they are becoming more and more power and begin to target them that's why they stayed cool otherwise we would have been long gone" the male said.