Power And Wealth Novels & Stories

He sees her as a strong girl that her situation forced her to become a grown woman at such a young age. Furthermore, dad is being unreasonable pushing me to marry her instead of wasting my time dating useless trashy women. Molly is the prime president's daughter; I do not need her title nor connections when our family is listed as the richest family in all Europe. We have billions of billions and the president himself is one of our properties. In our world, you can buy anything with money... Power joins hands with money and they are a synonym to a single term, which is ‘Authority’.

Ziyana My father taught me that wealth is the highest power I could acquire for myself. It's the biggest flex of all time. Being able to get what you want no matter where it is or how it is gotten. It not only shows how connected you are but specifically, it shows that you are powerful. Only that he was wrong.

His voice was low and lazy, yet it rang out with absolute clarity, enough for the two at the next table to catch every single syllable: "As long as you like it. The wealth and power of the Power Group are more than enough to keep you in luxury for the rest of your life without ever having to look at anyone else's face. As long as you stay obediently by my side and fulfill your duties well, then the things that originally belonged to you but were stolen by others... I can take them all back with a mere flick of my hand, making them pay a hundredfold."

Sabine whispered. “That’s ridiculous,” Emory scoffed, shaking his head. “Nothing is worth all of this.” “Whoever controls the politics controls the power and the wealth of the empire.” Sabine shrugged. “It’s a vicious cycle. They have to have the power to get wealth and wealth to get power. It’s a never-ending battle.”

"We both know you can’t afford to lose it." Silence. But I could hear his breathing—uneven, frustrated. "Then don’t make me lose it," he finally said. I let the words settle between us before answering, my tone as measured as ever. "That’s up to you." My eyes found Ava again. She was still standing there, alone, her expression unreadable. For the first time that evening, I felt something close to satisfaction. Power isn’t just about wealth. It’s about control. Knowing what people want—what they fear—and twisting it until they don’t know whether they’re making their own choices or simply following the path I’ve laid out for them.

“Even with those long hours of work, we still didn't have enough to eat.” “And eventually he died in his working place. But you know Jace all this wouldn't have happened If his mind wasn't solely fixed on working for money, and money alone.” “What do you mean?” “Money is like a mansion that starts falling apart after ten years, when not maintained over the ten year period.” “But power on the other hand, is the all stone building that stands for centuries.” “And that's the mistake nearly everyone in this town makes.” “Alright, but you can't judge everyone based on this fact only, because it would be considered madness if a poor man who is offered money and power, chooses money over power.” Ja

“Some simply reflect power while showing nothing. Golden eyes flashed through my head at his words. "But I don't see power anywhere, just cowards who like to act like villains, shaking jewels and airing property." However, I believe that having wealth does not make you powerful. Someone intelligent, brave and capable if it is. I got what I wanted when he pushed me away and got up. "Are you saying that all I have is pure show?" —No, no, for God's sake—I played innocent trying to touch his hand—I'm just saying that I haven't seen anything that makes anyone powerful.

Ben raised his brow. Vivian pulled a seat and sat down, then started explaining. “The powerless people’s mentality around the powerful is often clouded with jealousy... Take for example, a poor man vs a rich man. The poor always have things to say about the rich. He would complain when the rich man gets himself expensive stuff, the poor man would complain when the rich man keeps getting richer, the poor man would lament over literally everything the rich does, even though it does not affect him one bit. You know the strongest weapon of the poor man? It’s the huge support from fellow poor people. Out of jealousy that is covered with hypocritical justice, they would come together to tear down

"Not like using a muscle. Like — spending something I don't get back." Ezra's expression didn't change, but something behind it did. "That sounds about right, from what the old stories say. Power like that isn't free. Never has been, not for anybody who's actually carried it instead of just wishing for it." He stood, offered her a hand up. "Something to keep in mind, next time you're tempted to use it just because you can."

I cross to the door, pausing in the doorway to look back at him—sprawled across the bed, king of this crumbling kingdom, certain he’s the one who set the rules. He thinks he’s untouchable, safe behind his walls, his “no-strings” speech a shield.