Powerless Kitt Novels & Stories

I dress in silence, eyes fixed on the small red light blinking from the corner camera. Is she watching me through that thing? The sick witch. Or worse—was my “progress,” as she liked to call it, being recorded and sent to Gratia? I clench my fists, fighting the urge to rip the damn device off the wall and smash it. But I stop myself. My only ticket out of here, is my continuous act of powerlessness. I need to keep acting like her little dumb doll. Jake walks in later just as I tuck myself back into bed like the helpless girl they want me to be. In his hands is a tray of—

she snarled. I could feel a wave of guilt that was coming from Kitty but she pushed it away and took a deep breath. I could see her calculating things in her brain. If Layla had her Grandmother's power along with the spells from the dead Witches, she would be immensely powerful. Kitty was drained and by the looks of them, so were Sally and Saga. Kitty's face cleared and I knew that she had decided by the set of her jaw, I also knew that I wasn't going to like it either.

He looked like a confused person. 'Yes, finally my magic worked. Lourine Chatrine, now I know your weakness. Your job failed miserably. You'll never get the king of Van De Fretas again. I know your weakness. At first I thought you had immense power, but I was wrong. You're just a useless little ant.' Queen Katty Emerlinda said in her heart.

"Am not scared, even if the king come down here now, I can take him down within minutes, is just that I don't want to bring more troubles to you" I said and she just rolled her eyes and Chardon snorted. "You are so boastful, but the terrible truth is that you are in fact powerless" "You...." "And to top it all, you are an Alpha, am amused, with your level of strength, how did you become an Alpha or is it that there is no strong men I your kingdom, are they all as weak as you" "Or maybe your kingdom..." "I get it, I get it" Catori shouted, interrupting our bickering.

“You and Kai have nothing to fear, little one. The power I once wielded holds no sway over me anymore.” Cat seems to come to her own conclusion, then she answers.

he huffed. Kitty then smiled mischievously, "I've been on the pill for months – for hormone stuff," she giggled. Rick moaned, knowing that it could have been a perfect fuck. ~~ Kitty was actually on all fours, naked on her best friend’s bed. Her tits were hanging down like a cow’s udders, nipples on the soft mattress. Her butt was high up in the air, her ass and pussy exposed.

She moves her body at a different pace, while P Power plays in the background and somehow a song I've never heard has become my favorite song in the cycling world. Gi- Kitten, because sure as hell the liquid innocence is long gone- mouth a "Come Here." And I feel myself already leaking in my boxers. Fuck. Me. "Spread your legs." I command, my voice thick with need. One I have never in my life felt before, as she sits on the bed, angling the camera directly at her pussy. “Did you love my present?” She purrs, rubbing her pussy in a circular motion, batting her lashes behind her mask.

She starts overthinking and worries about whether her Korean is enough to actually get around Seoul, whether Grace has a spare (preferably orange or purple) luggage that she can borrow, and whether her parents have enough money stashed away so she won’t be eating nothing but kimchi in the land of K-dramas. Seeing Nathan’s extra-large puppy eyes summon back her warrior heart. {Nathan needs you,} her heart says. {It’s no exaggeration to say that he could die when he goes under the knife. In fact, his very survival depends on his strength, both physical and mental. And just this once, just for Nathan, you have a superpower. A healing power like in Dungeon Raydens. You’ve got the skill of The Fa

My sister, who now seemed to want to crush my bones, once fought tooth and nail against bullies who mocked me at school. That was the only ray of light I clung to in the endless darkness of my life. Therefore, I gritted my teeth and willingly became invisible. But now, that light had turned into a blade that cut deep into my heart. "You still won't admit it? You were the only one who went into the kitchen. If it wasn't you who poisoned him, who else could it be?" Violet bellowed as she bent down, grabbed the pure silver amulet I wore on my neck, and yanked it off forcefully.

Connor rolls onto his back, one arm thrown over his face, a lazy, satisfied smirk curving his lips. He doesn’t reach for me, doesn’t offer any sweet nothings, just lies there. I sit up, find my shirt, fingers shaking just a little as I tug it on. I can feel his eyes on me, dark and amused. “Want me to walk you down?” His voice is thick, lazy, and smug. I raise an eyebrow, smirking. “I can handle a flight of stairs, Connor.” I cross to the door, pausing in the doorway to look back at him—sprawled across the bed, king of this crumbling kingdom, certain he’s the one who set the rules.