Novel & Cerita Powerful: A Powerless Story

"No idea how that happened, ask her again. Watch her story change, let's be honest, it could have been any one, she goes through men quick, especially the dads." I bite my tongue to stop from punching him. "Tell me Max, do you know how it feels to think you have a choice in something and suddenly realise you're powerless and that your choice is ignored?" He laughs and steps closer. "I'm not fucking powerless." His words are spat at me. I watch Oliver walk behind him. "No, you just like to hit women who refuse to fuck you. Right? You feel powerful because you go for those who can't fight back. So why not swing for someone who can fight back?"

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She couldn’t understand…she fucking couldn’t. I stood in the center of the hall, my fists clenched in frustration. I was the most powerful man in the damn country, and hell, sometimes, the world even, but right then, I felt so fucking helpless. As if someone had tied my hands and placed me in the depths of the ocean, I had to find my way out, fighting the cold, the darkness, and the predators that lurked. I’d never felt so fucking helpless in my years after being with the creed. I wanted to run after her, to pull her back and tell her about everything, the blood, the threats, the bounty on her head, her father’s involvement…every damn thing, including the war that was coming.

"You are small. You are young. You are innocent. But you are also powerful. You carry seven ancient forces within you. You hold abilities that are unprecedented. You possess strength that is unique. You could use that power. Could demonstrate that strength. Could prove that ability. But you do not. Why? Why restrain? Why limit? Why choose not to show what you can do?" Baby Hope smiled. "Because power is not for showing. Power is for helping. Strength is not for proving. Strength is for protecting. Ability is not for demonstrating. Ability is for loving. I am powerful because seven forces love me. I am strong because connection built me. I am capable because existence gave me everything. I us

CHAPTER 1 Power, it was a term that is rather popular, everyone can relate to the need for power and at the same time everyone wanted it for him or herself, I was no different, and for me power had a means, right from the age of 12. You see I was a scrawny child from a really small town in New Jersey, growing up was especially hard since I had no parents, forgotten in an orphanage, aside that I wasn’t a cute kid that people came and awwned over and then decide they should adopt, I was ugly, there was no other adjective to use, I had a crocked nose, and even my teeth was scattered and it showed whenever I smiled, every time we were to line up for a prospective family, we were asked to smile a

** Because in that moment, holding the gun, taking control— She hadn’t been weak. She hadn’t been **helpless.** For the first time since Rafael had taken her— She had felt **powerful.** Rafael’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. "You liked it," he murmured. Sophia’s breath caught in her throat. She wanted to deny it. To tell him he was wrong. But she **couldn’t.** Because they both knew the truth. Rafael **sensed it.** Felt it.

Unlatching the front of it to lift the top half. Opening it for me. “I don’t feel powerful.” The truth was I felt anything but. Being naked in a crawl, wondering when he’d enter me and if once, he had me in the stockade, he’d leave me. “In what way could I be powerful?” “You, with this beautiful body,” He stroked me again. His hands framing the outside of my shoulders and following my curves down to the narrowness of my waist. “Have the power to free so many women. To release the girls, you care so much for. By offering to me what you guard so zealously.”

It was at that moment he knew he was powerless. It was at that moment he had a taste of helplessness. He wanted to go and comfort his mate but it was like his legs were chained to the floor. Jefferson's eyes had become red at this moment but he couldn't cry. He was the strongest so there was no way he would cry. How would the strongest cry? It was a disgrace to their dignity and he was sure of it. But just now he was powerless and he was the only one who knew how it feels to be powerless so he wasn't the strongest anymore.

I whispered. His eyes narrowed. “That’s bullshit. They’re one and the same.” “No. No, they aren’t.” I swallowed hard, holding that bond so gently, but so desperately. “Because power… power is about other people. Who you can order around. Who you can influence. But strength… strength is who you are. Cazz… You don’t lose it no matter how powerless you might be in the eyes of others. And you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met.”

Alice POV Purple, what is this? You were too lazy to get up, you have powers actually, which tried to help you to heat and evaporate the water but you chased them in...Boo...hoo.. I'm.sorry, I didn't know it was like this, but I still ended up in the bathroom anyway. I walked back to the couch, I couldn't see the burnt part, I was surprised, Maybe it was part of the power... I looked at my hands and looked at the bathroom door. Whoa, I realized that this door was opaque the how did I see the running water?