Powerful: A Powerless Story Novels & Stories

he suggested. I nodded my head with a firm yes. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing and tried to battle this newfound power which is like a curse to me. At least Bruce is kind of lucky. He only has one power, which he got that day I found him at the lake. Whereas I got nine over the years, unfortunately, this one would make it ten. A shiver ran through me as the glowing light hovered unsteadily around me. I fought to gain control..I felt the power intensify as it exploded out of me. The water in the lake rippled as the wind blew heavily as if there was a storm.

When Broderick and Amy got inside his car, Amy asked him,"how did you escape the prison?" "A powerful man is not just someone who is the richest person, a powerful man is the most mysterious man. Michael thinks he's powerful cause he owns my company, that's not how power works. You need to will power by reason of your influence. Being a powerful man is not even a position that can be inherited, power is not a throne, it's a force," Broderick said.

protested a man who looked so wizened that he was practically bent in half over his cane. “I felt it, and I told it what to do, and it responded. My powers are far stronger than they were, and they grow stronger daily. Remember that I can be either a powerful ally, or a foe to be reckoned with. If you try to force my hand again, I won’t hesitate to respond to that threat.”

“You better not lie to me because if you do, I will find out and punish you and if you tell me the truth,.." “Then what? You would still punish me for going against the contract." My voice is starting to fail and it sounds like I am going to cry. Honestly, I used to think I was strong. I did not cry a lot when bad things happen but this man makes me weak. He makes me feel my powerlessness in contrast to his dominance.

Powerlessness against power. — Look at yourself, he says softly. Look at the woman who thought she could defy a Tsar with a table knife. It's pathetic. The rage inside me explodes into silent sobs, violent spasms I can't contain. Hot tears stream down my cheeks, betraying my defeat, my shame, my absolute weakness. — Cry, he says, almost kindly. Cry for your stupidity. Cry for your bodyguard's death. Cry for your own powerlessness. It's the only thing you can do freely now.

She sat there for what felt like hours, too shocked to cry, too terrified to move. What was she supposed to do now? Call the police? And tell them what? That she'd found financial irregularities and now someone was threatening her? They'd think she was paranoid. Crazy even. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe she should just walk away. Sell the shares. Disappear. Forget any of this ever happened. You're stronger than you believe, Thomas had written. But was she? Strong enough for this? Strong enough to fight people who could destroy her apartment, hack her computer, watch her through her window?

I was nothing more than a glorified nanny. But it didn't matter anymore. This "cheap nanny" was about to resign, permanently. From now on, their charming, beautiful "real mom" could deal with their tantrums and homework.

There it was. The question she’d been circling since the beginning. I sat down across from her. “You want the truth?” “Yes,” she said immediately. “Now.” I studied her face. The exhaustion. The strength beneath it. The fire she didn’t know how to use yet. “I was born powerless,” I said. “In a family that worshipped power.” She blinked, clearly not expecting that. “I watched others shape the world while I studied it from the shadows,” I continued. “I learned early that knowledge could be a weapon too.”

“And you are the only one who can change it. Work with me, and we can eliminate the common enemy we both share.” Silence smothered the room. The weight of what I had seen crushed me like a boulder. My throat tightened. My chest ached. It felt like the air was too thick to breathe. “I’m powerless,” I whispered. “I can’t do anything. Not anymore.” Saying it out loud, admitting it, felt like swallowing broken glass. “What if I grant you power?” she asked. “You can’t do this alone, but I can give you what you need. Power like mine. The ability to turn into anything you want. The strength to create the life you want.”

He remained silent, offering Adina the time and space to gather her thoughts, respecting her need to unburden herself at her own pace. Adina summoned the strength to delve into the painful narrative, each word carrying the weight of her harrowing encounter. "The man who did it, I saw him," she began, her voice trembling with a mix of anguish and anger. "He came to my workplace, and I was just about to leave. He had the audacity to say he wanted to 'pay' me, as if I were some streetwalker he had plucked from the curb. Do you understand how deeply insulted I felt?"