Power And Wealth Novels & Stories

“Because once you cross that line, you do not get to pretend things can go back to normal.” Dante sat up too, his bare feet hitting the floor. “Normal was an illusion,” he said. “I just did not know it yet.” He stood and walked to the window, pushing the curtain aside. The city was already awake, cars moving, people rushing into lives that felt simple compared to the mess unraveling inside his chest. “My uncle taught me everything about power,” he continued. “He always said information is currency. Control what people know, and you control what they do.”

they said that you have tobe a wolf or get eaten by them, that the terrible reality that reflect our selves but still hide it with the veils of modernity and human rights and democracy, that what every community want to force their individuals to let themselves beings controlled for the greater good,to the path that lead to make every action and reaction reproduce the dominance of the already strong and powerful, if you don't, well, let's say the people of your country wants extra freedom because of any cause, believe me, they will give it to you but in exchange for your dignity, they will make you poorer and hungry all the time or they will melt or get isolated by society or simply for bei

I cut in. “That wasn’t what I was suggesting at all,” he frowned unhappily. “Opalescent Moon, is the biggest powerhouse on this side of the world. Unless Sophia is named Alpha, that means a new bloodline, and the potential loss of all previous agreements, because pacts are made through blood. If you and Dmitri join the Vὅlsung, you will uncountable be named the rightful heir, and your mate will have a grudge against anyone that didn’t support the two of you here.”

I didn’t rush. I built. “Power,” I began, “is not measured by what we have today.” A pause. “But by what we can sustain tomorrow.”

Kate looked at the dress, admiring its intricate details, the way it flowed and shimmered in the light. ( *It's beautiful. But is it worth that much? Can anything really be worth that much?*) "Do you understand what I'm saying, Kate?" Vittoria asked, her voice soft but insistent. "I think so," Kate said. "You're saying that money can buy happiness." Vittoria smiled. "Not necessarily happiness. But power. And power, my dear, can buy almost anything." She paused, her eyes locking with Kate's. "Even… solutions to one's problems."

Even more so because it has been the same from days of yore. I feel pitiful because greed has always been their downfall as well. That dates back to those who passed before them. So, I pity their lack of either foresight or hindsight. It is as if they never learn that it is an unattainable and lofty goal. No one can attain such tremendous power and wealth and still hold on to their humanity. Wealth and power only corrode the conscience and corrupt the mind. But hey, who am I to worry over that? It is not my duty to exonerate these lowly, power-hungry creatures. My duty is to exploit their desires and get them to do my bidding.

Power? A very underrated, yet overrated shit at the same time. After more than twenty-eight years of her life, Lyra is yet to decipher the force behind this single word. In this world- or at least the Part pf the world she knew- he who has power possesses a very great thing. He with the most power has the highest standing authority. But Layla had also learnt that asides this great wealth, fear and authority that comes from it, power also comes with a load of danger.

Born into opulence as a member of the Crayson dynasty, Asher was more than just an heir to a vast fortune; he was the torchbearer of a legacy that transcended mere riches. It was Asher's post-college endeavors that truly set him apart, rewriting the narrative of his family's prosperity. In due course, the Craysons ascended to the upper echelons of the country's wealthiest families, a remarkable feat in a realm already populated by a select few billionaires. The Crayson name became synonymous with power and influence, not just in the corporate boardrooms and during high-stakes negotiations but also within the corridors of charitable causes.

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

“Tell me, then—what is the difference between power and wealth?” “Wealth is possession,” she answered without looking away. “Power is control over outcomes. Wealth can be seized. Power… is negotiated.” The library fell into absolute stillness. That answer wasn’t something a girl in her position was supposed to deliver with such calm certainty. Old Master Shore tapped his cane again—slow, thoughtful. “And which do you intend to have?” “Power.” No hesitation. No apology. Just steel. He watched her. Then, after a long beat, he gave a single nod. “Quite ambitious.”