Power Of Pause Book Novels & Stories

Even if warmth filled it's place everytime it was still alot. He was silent so I took it as him acknowledging me. I tried to ignore the gut wrenching pain that I felt with every turn of the page. This book was horrible. It had things that had me understand why that God didn't want me to read it. Everything from the ability to actually control someone's powers to something simple as being able to rewind time without anyone but the one to rewind it remembering. Finally after going half way through the book I found something that could possibly help both Alax and his dad. "What does your powers do?" I asked as I looked up at him. He gave me a soft smile before chuckling.

I didn't know how to react. Zavier quickly stepped forward and held my hand. "Did you hear everything? In that case, we'll drop our act. It's been tough putting on a show for so long. Don't you feel sorry for us, Alex? We feel so sad…" The numbers above their heads decreased steadily. 98%... 96%... 95%... But still, they shouldn't abuse the power bank! After all, overcharging would damage the power bank. As my consciousness gradually waned yet again, I looked at the three 100% battery levels and shed soundless tears in my heart.

Liana countered softly, “he believes visibility itself is leverage.” The room fell into thoughtful silence. When power leaves the shadows, it does so for one of two reasons — confidence or necessity. The question was which. The press conference was scheduled for forty-eight hours later. In those forty-eight hours, something unexpected happened. Silence. No regulatory notices. No background articles. No probing calls. No narrative shaping. It was as if the system had paused deliberately, creating space around the event. Space amplifies impact. Viktor noticed it too. “He’s controlling the air pressure,” he said quietly.

He said. "But how do we defeat the devil?" Zachary suddenly snapped at him and Seffner looked at Zachary before he answered his question. "With this power, learn it as soon as possible." He said then handed us a book from his bag, even though it was covered in bl*od but it will help us. "Then let's start." Nale suddenly said then I looked at that book, it's a very popular mystery book but this is the answer to our questions. Our power that we don't fully know yet, maybe this is it. We can save the people who are suffering because of that demon, whoever he is.

"You have to learn to control your power. Before she comes back." I stared at her, my heart sinking into my stomach. "I barely know how to use it. I got lucky with the bars, with the guard. It was instinct, not control. I don't even know how to access it on command." "Then we need to teach you." Iris squeezed my hands. "The book is the key. It can show you how to unlock your power. But you have to be willing to learn. You have to be willing to trust it." I looked at Xavier's closed door. At Ziki, asleep in my lap. At the weight of everything I had to protect.

POV: Sierra The spirit realm stopped. Not gradually, not with the slow settling of a process winding down. It simply stopped, as though a door had opened and changed the temperature of the entire room. The garden, the chains, Paige's dark magic crackling between her raised hands... all of it hung suspended, held by a command from a power with unquestionable authority. The voice had been one word. Enough.

Dear readers, this book has been placed on Hiatus at the moment as I’m currently busy with my other book. I’m not abandoning this book but I don’t want to update two books at the same time. Hopefully, I’ll be done with FALL FOR THE HUNTER’S DAUGHTER sooner than later and I’ll be able to complete POWERLESS. Thanks for the support ❤️

Just… irrelevant. Because in a cosmos where energy gradients are gone, where complexity can no longer decrease entropy locally, the very concept of activation—of choosing to do over choosing not to—has become thermodynamically impossible. The pause was never about morality. It was never about mercy or justice or legacy. It was about preserving the possibility of choice itself. And now that possibility has run its course. The ripple drifts on—thinner, colder, slower. It carries no memory of stones or atolls or quiet victories. It carries only the shape of a hesitation that outlasted light.

I imagined empty shelves where my words once stood. I imagined readers turning away. Something inside me folded inward. Leah’s voice softened. “The publishing company handling your new manuscript has paused the project. They want time to assess the situation.” Paused. A gentle word for a brutal reality. I let out a breath that felt like it had been trapped in my lungs for days. “Is that… all?” She hesitated. A tiny movement. Then she nodded. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The clock ticked softly on the wall.

Or were there a few shreds of them left clinging to the hope of finding a new patron to make them whole again? “How am I supposed to help them if I don’t know the old ways?” I wasn’t really asking her per say. ‘You must first learn who you are,’ she moved ahead of me, stopping in my path. ‘The more aware you are of what you are fully capable of, the easier it will be to awaken latent abilities in those around you. Trust your instincts. They come from an ancient infallible power beyond the scope of what any of us can understand. They will not steer you in the wrong direction if you listen.’