Power Ten Novels & Stories

Stanley said shortly. They began talking while each and every shared their thoughts until Stanley's name was heard from the entrance which gripped him almost instantly. As it was the face he had seen ten years ago , even though it has totally changed compared to ten years ago , he could still recognize the face and the voice. Stanley was still seated as his mind suddenly went blank and he didn't know what was happening at that particular moment until he was roughly pulled up by her. "Stanley it been ten years"Stanley could hear the angelic voice in his head but before he could react , soft lips collided with his lips, making him get glued In that particular spot.

He glared at me and shouted, "Didn't I tell you to keep this a secret? Why did you tell Dad? So the divorce was just an excuse—you just don't want to raise the child." "Insolent fool! Watch your tongue!" Peter's face turned red with fury as he pointed at Edward and scolded, "I turned a blind eye to your affair with Daisy, but that doesn't mean I'll indulge your every whim. Stella is your rightful wife, and only your children with her have the right to inherit the company." "Dad! Stella still hasn't gotten pregnant. She's probably infertile! Daisy may come from humble origins, but she has a pure heart and a noble character—something Stella could never compare to."

MEANWHILE LAWRENCE'S HEADQUARTERS Jordan's dark pair of ocean eyes were strictly focused on some documents as he worked busily being isolated in his office. His chocolate brown pigmented hair were messy but it charmed him more while his professional attire screamed extreme richness. Jordan Lawrence was no easy man after all. His every second was money making him intimidatingly the most powerful man in the world business. He was the best known tycoon in the entire continent. Also be called as the godfather of the entertainment industry who had his every possible reach over the numbers of platforms in multimedia resources.

“Well, let’s see, what do you want?” “I need to be a 50% shareholder.” “Oh, really? Do you think it’s too easy to ask for that without giving me anything?” “I have something for you,” continued the miserable man. “What’s that?” “My daughter for the power of that company,” said the man in a whisper. Alexander’s smile erased just a miserable man could sell his own daughter to have power, money and more women.

“This territory view, Rowan? Your intellect knows what this view represents to the pack?” It is super hard to speak syllables at this fast speed, and my gravelly voice sounds totally raw. “This view represents alpha power. That is the exact asset your mind traded this sweet little center to secure. Your animal wanted the power this high view can give your name, and my wolf wanted this wet center. My brain has absolute certainty that my den secured the superior side of the pack deal.”

Anthony nodded. Mabel spoke casually, as if it were an afterthought. "I heard it'll be held on the Elysium. The panoramic stardome on the top deck is one of the best places in the world to see the aurora. It's a shame. A sit-down like that isn't suitable for bringing family along." She spoke as if without any apparent intention. However, someone was listening in. Cheryl, who had been quietly eating, suddenly lit up. "Zachary once promised to take me to see the aurora…"

My father scoffs, his mouth curving into a clear sneer: “Huhh, so this is what it is about, Kent? It’s about you not happy with me wanting you to study business. Deep down in your heart, you still like to study some useless shit for your college.” “That’s not useless, dad!” “Whatever you say, young man. You should always listen to your parents’ advice, we love you and just want the best for you. Studying business or STEM is why third world countries like China and India are beating us. Your cheap critique only creates more divisions in this country.” “Here he goes,” Mom again smiles apologetically to Miss Irwin. “Thomas likes to go on and on about his old-money-got-beaten-by-new-money talk.”

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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.

The light kept evolving until it reached ten colors. Emperor Yarden suddenly stood up and exclaimed, “Wuia Power?” Lesia turned around and had a relieved expression upon seeing the ten-colored power in James’ hands. “So what rank will this power be?” asked James.