Pasion Y Poder Capitulo 42 Novels & Stories

Chapter 32 THE WAR, PART TWO SELENAS POINT OF VIEW "NO, SELENA, IT WILL HARM THE BABY" I heard my mother yell. I turned out my mother's voice and began to concentrate on my targets, concentrating on each one as I started to let my power take control of my entire body. Even though my parents were yelling at me to stop, I didn't do it; instead, I continued concentrating on my targets before I released them. When I opened my eyes, everyone was in a state of shock. I felt the power begin to grow stronger and stronger as I closed my eyes. My entire body was engulfed in flames, and I was prepared to give up. I grabbed Michael by the throat, looked him in the eyes, and then before he could react, I

" I am absolutely fine, baby. And you don't need to get angry. It doesn't suit you at all." "Dorcas,please get out of my house. I am not in the mood for any of your drama," he pleaded, then walked toward her and held her hand to drag her up. "Why are you not in the mood? I can help you with that. I'm excellent at setting up the mood for anything," she circled her hands around his neck and a leg went about his waist, making her center meet his. "Gosh! I will love to see you aroused," she muttered shamelessly in his neck, but in the next minute, she found herself on the floor. He had pushed her hard and without remorse.

Her eyes widened in panic as she felt the power rising, threatening to consume her. “Damien,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s happening again.” He reached for her, his touch firm and steady. “Focus on me,” he said, his voice calm despite the unease in his eyes. “You’re in control, Sofia. You’re stronger than this. hold it" She tried. She really did. But the power was too much, too overwhelming. It pulsed through her, lighting her skin with an eerie glow, and she felt herself losing grip. Her hands clenched into fists, nails biting into her palms as she fought to hold it back.

His heart thundered wildly against my palms, a frantic rhythm that betrayed him more than words ever could. “But don’t worry, Damiano,” I purred, my tone dripping with mock sweetness. My fingers spread across his chest, pressing harder. “I’ll give you a gift.” I leaned in close, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, “A gift to you… for letting hell free. For letting me free.” And then, without another word, I let the fire surge from my hands. It spilled out of me in a violent rush—heat so fierce it roared beneath my skin, consuming him. I felt his flesh sear beneath my palms, smelled the sharp sting of burning skin, heard the guttural cry tear from his throat as my power etched itself int

“Erina… stop… please…” “I can’t,” she whispered, shaking, her hands trembling. “I am trying to control it. But… I can’t… I can’t control it.” “Yes, you can,” he rasped, dragging himself forward through the smoke. “You have to… please..” But her powers surged again, lashing out a final burst that struck him square in the chest. The sound that followed wasn’t a scream, it was silence. The fire glowed so brightly, dimmed, and then, slowly, died.

“Leave us alone.” Helen’s expression shifted to sorrow. “You can’t command what you are, Kayla. You can only accept it.” The air around me cracked, the floorboards vibrating. Damien’s hand gripped my arm, grounding me, but the power inside me fought back, rising like a storm. The curtains whipped in the wind, papers scattered, and the lights above flickered weakly before exploding in a shower of sparks. Helen didn’t flinch. “See? It’s already begun.”

He laughs when he sees the fire in my eyes. “Oh, brother, the look in your eyes tells me you regret what you did, but not me. If given the chance, I will kill them over and over again and make sure they are never reincarnated. That's how much I crave to keep the power all to myself, and you, my brothers, can't stop. No one can stop me.” “You will never get to lay your hands on Ahvi. Not in this lifetime, Leonardo,” Vance grits through his teeth.

Damien was kneeling beside her, his eyes fixed on her with concern. "Ana, can you hear me?" he whispered. Ana nodded, her mind foggy. "What...what happened?" Damien's eyes were grim. "You lost control," he said. "Your powers...they're too strong." Ana's eyes widened in horror. What had she done? As the silence hung in the air, Ana felt a strange sensation building inside her. Her powers, once raging out of control, now seemed to be growing even stronger. She could feel the magic coursing through her veins like liquid fire, burning brighter with every passing moment.

"We'll see you at dinner." Without waiting for a response, I reached out and grabbed Sebastian's hand. His fingers intertwined with mine instantly, warm and reassuring. I felt a surge of power course through me, the familiar tingle of pyrokinesis dancing across my skin. In a heartbeat, I channeled that energy, willing the flames to engulf us both. The world around us blurred into a swirl of crimson and gold. I caught one last glimpse of my father's face - his eyes wide with disbelief - before we vanished in a burst of fire.

] He pushed them forward to stand in front of him, 'Questi due sono qui per soddisfare ogni tua fantasia, puoi usarli come preferisci, obbediranno ad ogni tuo comando.' [These two are here to fulfil your every fantasy, you may use them in whatever way you like, they will obey your every command.] He gave them both a hard slap on the ass and pointed to the drinks lined up on two trays, ‘Hand them out and do as you are bid or you will both be severely punished in front of these men.’