Power Ten Novels & Stories

Anyone born with that talent would have overthrown King Fitzroy a long time ago. "Just who is this fellow? With his power, he wouldn't be the nameless grandmaster of some merchant guild, would he?" He realised after the third attack that his suspicion was correct, this man did not exert anymore energy but his attacks became ten times stronger. His intuition told him that this man has number 76 of the top 100 talents in the talent achieve, Tenfold. This talent would increase the power of the user's attack exponentially. His next attack will always be 10 times more powerful than the last, with no extra effort by the user.

"Your wife? You won't divorce her? Do you know how ridiculous you sound, Chester Ford? When in the past 10 years have you ever treated her as your wife? What have you done for her besides humiliate her? "Now that Luna's gone, she's lost the one thing tying her down. Do you still intend to chain her down with such things? You're completely delusional, Chester Ford!"

CHAPTER 17: THE RETREAT Ivy's POV "Couples' retreat," the producer announced over breakfast, way too pleased with herself. "Top four pairs. Forty-eight hours. Private lakeside house. Minimal crew, minimal cameras." The room erupted. Marcus nearly fell off his chair. "Minimal cameras," I repeated. "That's a first." Nate leaned over, low enough only I could hear. "Don't get used to it. They'll make up for it after."

The doctor said that she was recovering very nicely, and she only had to come back for scans every six months. Leanna was as happy as a five-year-old. She grabbed Graham's arm and exclaimed, "I wanna have barbecue for dinner tonight! Let's celebrate!" Graham smiled and agreed. "Alright. We'll eat anything you want." Leanna ate her fill that night, and she couldn't stop smiling happily throughout the meal. Graham looked at her, feeling a strange sense of unease. But he also didn't know why. He had another dream that night. It was very clear and vivid this time, as though things had really happened that way.

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