Power Of Ten Book 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.”

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I pushed back the negative thoughts coming to my mind and replied. [BestSisCelene: Sure. I'll buy you twelve of them. Carla: Yeyyy!!! BestSisCelene: See you later. Don't forget to clean the house. You're on cleaning duties today after all. Carla: Aye! Aye! Love you sis! BestSisCelene: I love you too.] I turned my phone off and put it in my bag this time. I should hurry or that little munchkin will not have enough patience to wait. I walked fast heading to the nearing convenience store. Since it's been an hour already after the school dismissal there were not many students lingering around here.

“Your power use it. The bond is our strength. Channel it, don’t let fear control you.” Elena closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, letting the memories, the flame inside her, the vessel she had been warned about, coalesce. Her hands began to glow, faint at first, then brighter, illuminating the attic in harsh, flickering light. The shadows hissed, recoiling from the energy, but one figure, taller than the rest, remained, eyes glowing amber, watching, calculating, waiting.

Shining proudly, the rich audiences were amazed by the work of the creator. A sense of pride hugged everyone to witness such an art and Hattiea was no different from any other guest at this point, who found herself lost looking at the jewel. She admired the ring with her orbs appreciating the fine work in front of her, her lips curved up into a smile as she saw the diamond weirdly controlling her senses. She liked it. She loved it. "Beautiful!" She whispered with her eyes still being enchanted. "Illustrated and described well in your catalogs is the 'The Moon Diva' last, worth 35 million dollars!"

Back when we were 16 years old, I'd once captured a whole bag of fireflies for her one summer. We'd lain on the green, grassy meadow under the glow of the fireflies and made promises to love each other for the rest of our lives. But now, it felt as though I'd finally let go of the past—and also let go of her. Sabrina wanted to explain herself, but before she could say a thing, Bianca just asked speechlessly, "What on earth has gotten into him?"

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 ❤️

It wasn't long before it collapsed into bankruptcy. On the day my child was born, Oskar Group and Simmons Group formally merged into a new corporate empire as the baby's cries filled the air. Austin handed over the position of president to me. Under Arthur's adoring gaze, I became the leader of both powerful families.

Please don't fight me over this one. "That's mine!" I snapped through clenched teeth. "If you want to seduce Leopoldo, that's your business. But that necklace was my father's coming-of-age gift for me. You can ask for anything else. This necklace isn't even worth much money. "Give it back." I stepped forward and reached for it. But Elena suddenly twisted aside. Her lips curled as she silently mouthed another silent sentence. "If you want it so badly, catch it."

On the third day of our captivity in the abandoned cannery, Adrian finally found me with his private security team. I clutched five-year-old Leah in my arms and stumbled toward the light. My coat had long since been torn to shreds, the soles of my feet were mangled by broken glass, and Leah curled against my chest, burning up with fever. Vera looked relieved to see me alive, but then suddenly turned and walked toward the kidnappers. "Vera, come back!" My voice was already hoarse from screaming. "They won't keep their word even after they get the money. Leah still has a fever. We need to call the police and get her to a hospital!" Adrian wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice almos