Powerful: A Powerless Story Novels & Stories

I would reclaim my power and rewrite my story. ***

But by remaining silent, those around him leave him alone in his little martyrdom. “You know, sometimes you hear about situations where someone in power forces his subordinates to do things they don't want to do by various forms of pressure” said Mońka and took a drag on his cigarette. “I don't consider these people to be weak but... powerless. Powerlessness is not that person's weakness, it's the community that doesn't give them support by taking the weapons out of their hands. You know what I mean?”

He looked at her, eyes dark, conflicted, but softening. “Together…” he muttered. Her heart fluttered. She wanted to reach closer, wanted to touch his face, but she stayed where she was. “I… I just… I hate feeling powerless,” he said finally. “I… I don’t like it.” Judy squeezed his hand gently. “David… even the strongest men feel powerless sometimes. It doesn’t make you less… it makes you human.” He closed his eyes briefly. “Human…” he whispered. She nodded. “Yes… human. And… and you have people who care. People who… who will help you.”

Rodney sighed and replied, "There will be no more victims like her once we're done with this place." Sam replied, "Mr. Page is a sensible man who could see the big picture, that's why he didn't try to do anything that would bring us trouble down the line. If Mrs. Page had been here, she would have surely run into the ring and killed the lion in one punch. One, single, punch." "Is Mrs. Page really so powerful?" "Of course. Didn't I already tell you that Mrs. Page can do anything? She's really amazing." "It's not advantageous to wield power without a matching intellect. We might not be able to rescue the victims at the colosseum today, and chances are, we might not even get the opportunity. Ou

The only people watching the scene were the two people on Earth, the armored powerhouse and the princess. The armored powerhouse shook his head, his expression solemn as he said, “The power of a hundred fruits is so great that it surpassed the limits of Zayn’s tolerance. It’s utterly impossible for an Earther’s willpower to withstand it. I’m afraid that this is the end of the road for Zayn.” The armored powerhouse was not talking nonsense. He was well aware of the power of these fruits and knew that ten fruits was already a lot for an ordinary human being, so an ordinary person would not be able to withstand the power of a hundred fruits!

only reason I was seeing it was because it was her vision. When the vision was over I turned to look at the queen. I wanted to know why she was crying but I couldn't ask because she started saying that so many werewolves were dying because of rouges. I ran to the queen and hugged her and started to wipe away her tears and told her it's okay, that she was the one to save the werewolf world with her powers. The queen stopped crying and looked at me like I was crazy asking what powers. I laughed and told the queen that she was the most powerful wolf ever. That was why she was sent to live with humans. The queen wanted to know how I knew I told her that because I am her mate, I see everything s

finally bubbling to the surface, my aura darkening the room. I grabbed his jaw, my fingers digging into the bone. "I’m not the boy you broke. He’s buried in a potter's field next to his father. I’m the man who’s going to make you beg for the end. Now. Get. On. Your. Knees." I watched him sink. I watched the great Jaxson Vane, the Devil of the NHL, crumble to the floor because he had no choice. The power shift was absolute. I felt a sick, twisted sense of triumph as I looked down at his bowed head.

“That’s not possible.” “It is,” he said. “And it was done deliberately.” Her mind flashed— Meals that always tasted slightly bitter. Days she felt too weak to stand. Moments her body had reacted faster—only for it to fade. She had ignored it. Because she had been told who she was. Because she had believed it. “No…” she whispered. But doubt had already taken hold. The man stepped back slightly, giving her space. “Ask yourself something,” he said. “When have you ever felt completely powerless?”

My body had never frozen like this before. Every second stretched out like a minute. Why was he leaning in so slowly? Why were his eyes closing? Why was he getting closer? In that moment, I felt like I couldn’t defend myself anymore. Like I’d just have to accept whatever came next. No. That familiar sense of powerlessness washed over me the same way I’d felt when Zephyros smashed my phone against the wall. Now another man had me trapped between his arms, trying to dominate me. Did all men get off on making women feel weak and helpless?