Power New York Mga Nobela at Kwento

Manhattan——the City, the urban core of the New York metropolitan area, the cultural, financial, media, and entertainment capital of the world. The time is three quarter past four when I finally arrive here, at the headquarters of the Peyton Group. With 99 floors in the building, the Peyton Tower is over 1,299 ft, taller than the Empire State Building, taking the forth place in New York’s tallest building. Standing in the middle of the open park in front of the skyscraper, I raise my head up high and squint into the skylight——so this is the home base of my family’s enemy.

"You can have all the pizza in New York." Ethan smiled. The battery was charged. The truth was saved. And the bad lady was never, ever coming back.

"But then again, you wouldn't have seen him, would you? If you had, you wouldn't be asking these questions now." Adina shook her head, casting her gaze downwards, and her boss couldn't hide his exasperation. "You really live under a rock, don't you? Crayson Tech Limited is a powerhouse in the tech industry, akin to Apple, but they specialize in technological security and a diverse range of investments, including hotels, promising but struggling businesses, and real estate. The Crayson family has been at the helm for years. Asher is the richest man in the country. I wouldn't be surprised if he owned half the city. Crossing Mr. Crayson is a grave mistake. He can obliterate your career and pote

only reason I was seeing it was because it was her vision. When the vision was over I turned to look at the queen. I wanted to know why she was crying but I couldn't ask because she started saying that so many werewolves were dying because of rouges. I ran to the queen and hugged her and started to wipe away her tears and told her it's okay, that she was the one to save the werewolf world with her powers. The queen stopped crying and looked at me like I was crazy asking what powers. I laughed and told the queen that she was the most powerful wolf ever. That was why she was sent to live with humans. The queen wanted to know how I knew I told her that because I am her mate, I see everything s

"But you're going to lose this time. Nancy's already eight. She has a say about who she wants to live with." Nancy hid behind Vivian, and the way she looked at me was distant and cold. She didn't even hesitate when she said, "I want to live with Mom and Jason." I suddenly thought of the video Jason Reed had sent me the night before. Apparently, they celebrated New Year's Day early and already had dinner together. With how happy they looked, they were like a real family of three. At the table, Nancy had frowned and said, "This is all Dad's fault! He makes us celebrate New Year's Day early every year."

I was really hungry, but I had to stay here so I won’t miss him. I waited for what seemed like years, the gate finally opened, a luxury car came out, it was him. I quickly walked to the front of the car. I waved for him to stop. For a moment I thought the car was going to hit me. It stopped an inch from me. I sighed in relief. Imagine if he had hit me. No charges would even be brought against him. He's rich and powerful.

Waiting. Something was coming. I could feel it in my bones. --- Two hours later, I wore a different face. Gone was the brooding warrior tangled in dreams and memories. Now, I was Gabriel Vermont, ruthless CEO of Vermont Blackstone Holdings, the multi-billion-dollar enterprise that oversaw silver mining, security tech, and discreet supernatural holdings in the East. I walked into the tower’s executive floor like a thunderstorm in a suit—black-on-black, tailored, perfect. The staff straightened as I passed. No one made small talk. No one dared.

New York City in October always wears an air of haughtiness, with cold winds whistling through the gaps between skyscrapers like the shrieks of lost souls. On the 88th floor—the highest level of the Power Group Tower—the lights from massive tempered glass panels cast a cold, blue glow, reflecting the face of the man who stood at the helm of one of the most powerful financial empires: Aiden Power.

"They’ll try to bribe the residents, or they'll try to cut the traditional power lines to force us back onto the grid." "Let them," Silas replied, looking at the glowing moss. "The grid is a ghost. Every building in the Collective is now its own power plant. We’ve turned New York into a masterpiece of self-sufficiency. You can't bribe a city that doesn't need your money to survive."

Elena’s POV The cold precision of absolute power had its own unique, quiet beauty—a stillness so pristine that even the heavy autumn rains washing over Midtown Manhattan felt secondary, almost ceremonial, against the glass of the eighty-fifth floor. By four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky over the East River had turned the color of polished pewter. Below, the city moved in perfect, rhythmic alignment with our primary server array on Floor B4. Every automated sub-way switch, every traffic signal relay along FDR Drive, and every high-capacity power conduit feeding Wall Street operated under the silent, unblinking oversight of my master core.