Power And Wealth Novels & Stories

My rent was due in five days and I was short two hundred dollars. "Ms. Puckett, you look distracted." I jerked my head up. Vaughn was staring directly at me. "Sorry, Professor. I'm listening." "Then perhaps you can answer this. What's the relationship between economic inequality and political power?" I swallowed. "The more wealth concentrates at the top, the more political influence concentrates there too. Money buys access. Access shapes policy."

Yet, what stood out about this world the most was none of that. What was so special about this futuristic world was that every person in it was born with mental power of varying strengths, ranked from F to SS. As a person grew and their personality became more defined, this mental power would change shape to form a special power closely related to the person’s most prominent personality traits. These powers were very useful and thus became an integral part of society. Those who had useful powers had higher-paying jobs and led more prosperous lives. Those who didn’t have that luck had to put in extra effort to compete with the power users and achieve the same living standards.

"Power is not something you can go and buy on a platter of gold, Diane. You don't order it like a dish." "Power is life. Power is wealth. Power is the only reason you stood in that boardroom today and spoke to those old men, and they had to sit there and listen to you. Power is the reason why you can stand in the equator of the Wolflands, speak your mind, and watch the world go silent. Power, Diane, is not something you trade away just to satisfy a dead man's wish. Do not just throw it away like it is some cheap piece of cookie."

She howled at me. I swallowed her insults, putting on a brick front. Up until now, I had not realised the bitterness I suddenly evoked in the hearts of the people I considered myself closest to. All it took was hitting the double digit billion dollar mark for this to happen. You see in our world, the pinnacle was hundreds of millions of dollars, and perhaps, a billion for the one percent. I was way past that ideology that more money didn't matter as long as one wielded power. What was power without the money to back it up?

What is power? And is it craved for so desperately by most? Power is the right to keep what is yours as yours and take what you want from others. Power allows a man to lord over other men and a woman to stand above everyone else. That was power. In a world like the Three Great Races, if one doesn’t have power, life would be a mediocre one at best. And that was why everyone sought to be a fighter. Everyone wanted to have some level of power to guarantee that they and their loved ones remained in control of their fate. Such was the truth of the matter. Such was the truth of life. Even the strong dared not slumber; for they knew how it was that they had grown strong and were aware of what would

Chapter 26: The Power of Money Money could buy everything… It could provide you with the service that you desire, it could bring you things that you’ve been longing for, or it could give you the high social stature that you deserved. No matter what your desire was, money could provide it for you. Rich royal families in Wolftopia knew too well how to use the power of money for their own benefit. And to show those poor people, how miserable they were without it. ***

Нe’s thе kind оf mаn whо thinks hе cаn buy his wаy intо аnything, thе kind whо thinks powеr is somеthing yоu cаn negоtiаte ovеr dinner. But powеr isn’t somеthing yоu buy. It’s somеthing yоu tаke. It’s somеthing yоu eаrn. Аnd no аmount оf wеаpоns or аlliаnces will chаnge thаt.

He turned back to the parchment and pressed the pen down again. “The world may try to tell you that wealth corrupts, that power isolates. They are wrong. Wealth is freedom. Power is choice. And when you wield both, love is no longer a risk—it is a gift. Imagine a love unshaken by hunger, untouched by fear. Imagine a love that grows not in the cracks of survival, but in the wide fields of abundance. That is the life I offer. That is the life each of you must dare to seize.” His words darkened, sharpening to the edge of challenge.

“What do you mean?” “You could have taken anything,” I said. “Money. Property. Businesses. You didn’t need… this.” “Didn’t I?” He stood and walked toward the windows, hands clasped behind his back. The estate grounds stretched endlessly beyond the glass, dark and quiet under the night sky. “People assume power is about accumulation,” he said. “It’s not. It’s about leverage.” He turned back to me. “You are leverage.” I stiffened. “Against who?”

"I learned from their mistakes. Principles are luxuries for people who don't understand power." "And you understand power?" "I understand that power is the only thing that matters. Not truth, not justice, not compassion, just power. The ability to impose your will on reality and make it stick." He opened the door. "Come. I'll show you." Inside, the house was surprisingly well-preserved. Someone had maintained it, keeping the worst of the decay at bay. The furniture was covered with protective sheets, but I could see the quality underneath: expensive materials, elegant craftsmanship, and the kind of wealth that came from generations of accumulation.