Power Versus Force Novels & Stories

Not beside me, not touching me, not in any position that was visible in this field, but present in the way that someone is present when they have decided to be present and the deciding is complete enough that it creates a physical quality in the air between you, steady and purposeful and as grounding as a hand between the shoulder blades. "You crossed our border," I said, and I let each word arrive complete before the next one followed, because pace communicates as much as content when the content is about authority. "You brought fire and brought chains and brought the particular quality of force that does not distinguish between who it is used against and what it means to use it against the

“That I must be married for at least three consecutive months to gain any rights to contest the power structure. If not, it all goes to them permanently.” I stared at him. “So… I’m your key to taking back what’s yours.” “Yes.” My mind reeled. “But why me? You could’ve picked anyone. Someone from your world.” His eyes darkened. “The reason I chose you doesn’t concern you.” I froze at his curt response. Threading lightly, I asked, “And what’s your stepmother like?” “She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.”

"With you? I think not. You are nothing but weaklings, incapable of understanding the true nature of power." Jace felt a surge of frustration rising within her, but she forced herself to remain calm, knowing that anger would only fuel the flames of conflict. "Power is not measured by strength alone, Anderson," she replied, her voice steady. "True power lies in the ability to bring people together, to unite them in common purpose and shared vision."

Ben on the other hand froze on the spot, his eyes widened like he just saw a horror scene. “ Dad” Hudson called, snapped him out of his shock. “ Are you ok?” Hudson asked and he nodded absentmindedly. “ Can you explain what just happened to us Bernard?” Alvara asked. “ Fenris Force” Ben muttered immediately which caught everyone off guard. “ What?” Alvara asked faintly. “ What’s a Fenris Force?” Hudson asked and that was when Ben looked up. “ Fenris Force is a phenomenally strong power that gives someone the ability to destroy everything or anything by using their pressurized magical energy to manipulate the interaction that holds photons to neutrons”

My resistance was my pain and acceptance was a pleasure. He rubbed my soaked folds, kissing and biting down my neck, adding fuel to the fire set on my body. And finally, a moan slipped past my lips and Sebastian's movements stopped. He tilted my face to look at me, and a strange impassive look plastered on his face. "Power— The ability to control one's body, soul and mind," He spoke, "This is what power is. I can control you, the way I want, however, I want and that too by both pain and pleasure."

Please let my daughter understand that power isn't the same as strength. That destroying enemies doesn't make you strong. The real power is knowing when not to use what you have. But she was seven weeks old. And I'd just taught her that overwhelming force was how you protected those you loved. What kind of monster was I creating? TO BE CONTINUED...

MEANWHILE LAWRENCE'S HOSPITAL His dark pair of cold eyes were wet and red as his both hands were holding the wrinkled hand of his half dead birth giver tightly, expecting her to open her beautiful pearly eyes and look at him again. But there she was lying half dead... unconsciously. Jordan Lawrence was the man of strict and powerful rule, he was known to achieve anything he chooses to achieve with his power. But right here he was helpless. He was freaking helpless for only one thing, he cannot help his mother but to watch her lying on the bed with the support of all those machines attached to her body...

He had taken an urgent team-building order from a large company that afternoon, earning over 100 dollars just from the delivery fees and tips. Watching him drive away on his motorcycle, I smiled involuntarily. My "powerful words" used to be a knife hanging over others' heads, a jinx that only brought disaster, but after leaving that dark place full of suspicion and malice, the power had transformed into a blessing that could bring good fortune. The wind chimes jingled, and a beautiful woman in plain clothes walked in. She was the young police officer who, despite the Shaw family's pressure, had insisted on collecting evidence to uncover the truth in the emergency room corridor.

Like whom my father could be? She took a long time before answering, ‘His energy is very strong. I don’t believe he could be one of the minor Gods. But I cannot determine who he is, I’m sorry.’ I shrugged, earning a soft squeeze of Dmitri’s hand on mine. ‘Can you tell what my mystical super powers are?’ A cold shiver ran through the length of my body, covering my skin in goosebumps. ‘Along with the gifts of the Goddess, there is a dark and destructive potential lying dormant.’

"The power doesn't define you, howyou use it does." "But there's so much of it," I said. "Sometimes I feel like it's going to consume me. Like I'll lose myself in it." "Then hold tighter to who you are," my mother advised. "You're not just power. You're love and compassion and courage. You're the girl who survived years of abuse and chose kindness over bitterness. That's who you are. The power is just a tool." "Did you feel this way?" I asked. "Scared of what you could do?"