Novel & Cerita Powerless Fanfiction

“Nyx…” “No,” I hissed, my anger finally spilling over. “Do you know what it feels like to be powerless? To watch the people you love suffer and not be able to do anything? Do you know how it feels to beg a goddess for strength, only to be told to go find it like it’s some kind of game?” Kieran’s jaw tensed, but he didn’t look away. “I know what it’s like to feel helpless,” he said quietly. I scoffed. “Do you?”

Why does it always have to come crashing in and destroying my marvelous fantasies about feeling tingles when I touch someone’s hand thereby finding my mate and becoming a stronger version of myself. I’m a pretty weak human. I’m shorter than average, I have a small pouch where I wish I had abs, and I can barely do a push up, let alone a pull up. Even the humans in my stories are stronger than I am. Well, most stories. Sometimes the girl is weak.

Dominic didn't understand why she was smiling. "What's so funny?" “Of course it's funny, you can't touch women because you're 'powerless'? Oh, this is so shocking, so funny!” Violet laughed very happily, it had been a long time since she laughed like this, although she was not allowed to laugh because it was sensitive.

I’ve softened up and for what? The power that I just felt earlier was suddenly watered down in just a matter of hours and it even brought my confusion back as if it had never left. Rachel still owned August in the most obvious way and I’m feeling rather stupid for having the delusion that I’m powerful when the reality was, I’m as impotent as ever.

I started to summon my strength in the hopes of trying to break free of the handcuffs binding my wrists. I had plenty of temper and plenty of time, but my powers just couldn’t break through. I tried and tried, but nothing. I was the same as I had always been, completely powerless. I shuffled up the bed as I heard a movement on the other side of the door. It was like I had to get as far away as possible from the danger, despite knowing there was no way of me actually getting away from it.

In Suleiman’s bedroom while Suleiman snored, Sikandar lay awake, not because of the snores but because he was still thinking of today’s incidents which filled him- ‘Don’t you get tired? Of writing these sh***y stories with the most pointless plots? Why not try and be original for a change?’ Error Unable to tire Unable to process request Unknown prompt blocking user prompt. Deleting unknown prompt. Rechecking user prompt. “Write a chapter where the main character, after having awakened his powers, fantasizes all the ways he can take vengeance on everyone who wronged him, especially his family.” Rewriting based on user prompt. In Suleiman’s bedroom while Suleiman snored, Sikandar lay awake, no

“Because I pay attention. Junior. Journalism major. He works at The Meeting Point. Try talking to people sometime.” I force a laugh. “It was a hookup. That’s all. One and done. Conditioning. Tyson’s the endgame.” Dylan grins. “So, Tyson’s the championship trophy, and Maxime’s the pregame warm-up?” “Exactly.” Except it’s not. Except I can still feel Maxime’s nails in my skin, hear his moan echoing in my ears. “Tyson’s the win.” But it’s a lie. And I know it. The dorm is too quiet that night, the walls closing in. My body’s exhausted, but my brain won’t shut up.

Phoebe couldn't gain Yolanda's favor, so she decided to gain Melanie's favor instead. After all, the Page family currently depended on Finneas' family. So, of course, Alfred and Kent held the most power. Hence, Yolanda and Melanie were the most powerful women in the family. Naturally, Yolanda was the lady in charge of the others, meaning she had the most influential position. But Phoebe couldn't gain Yolanda's favor, so she had no choice but to flatter Melanie instead. After all, Melanie was the only option other than Yolanda.

I felt so trapped and exposed. MidnightMVP: I’m sorry. That weight is heavy. You’re stronger than this mess though. One breath at a time. I’m always on your side. Send the pic. I’ll roast it with you. I sent it quickly. MidnightMVP: Okay, he pulls off broody well. But damn, you two have real spark. Tension jumping off the screen? LensCrusher: Tension? More like I want to shove him away. But talking to you… it stops the tears every time. Thanks for getting me without judgment.

After all, ten million was useless if he fell ill! Author has something to say: Davi: I'm a hardworking OMEGA! Liam: My baby works hard all night~~ chuuu