Powerless Novels & Stories

My pen hovered above it, the ink trembling at the tip. Words. Just words. But they carried power when wielded correctly. I wrote slowly, deliberately, each letter carved like a promise: No one will have you but me. I stared at the sentence, heat surging through my veins. It wasn’t a threat it was truth. I could already picture the way her eyes would widen when she read it, the way her breath would hitch, fear mingling with the awareness she always tried to deny. Fear bound people tighter than love ever could.

Lulu Helplessness is the slowest poison to kill the soul. A month ago, standing outside the tightly shut doors of Caspian’s study, we both had to swallow a bitter pill. Here we were—a Luna and the strongest Alpha—standing in stone silence, completely powerless to change Dylan’s mind.

His voice was low and slow, and he talked about power dynamics and moral domination. Every word hit me deep in the gut. He stopped for a moment to let the sentence hang and said, "True power doesn't need force." It just is, and the weaker mind bends to it without knowing why. My pen stopped working in the middle of a word. My cock moved against the seam of my jeans. I hated how my body had become so predictable around him. One look from those eyes made my belly feel hot and my

I scream. There is no way I am strong enough to fight it off, but I’m trying my best. My hand flies up, connecting with his jaw, and he falls back slightly. Surprised by my strength, I stare, mystified. The thing comes back unfazed. “Shit,” I murmur, getting to my feet and be-line it for the school.

A woman who had lost everything… her power, her leverage, her security. I let out a choked sob, clutching my arms as if I could physically hold myself together. It felt awful. It felt unbearable. The bitter taste of powerlessness settled on my tongue, and I hated it more than anything. It was like being a ragdoll, tossed around, stepped on, discarded when no longer of use. And I refused to live like this.

Contrary to what I thought initially, it looked like losing the ‘sir’ would take a bit of getting used to. “It isn't?” I sighed heavily. It was difficult to explain the concept of powerlessness to people who had never known it in their lives. “No, it isn't. You see the thing is, Anthony has money. He can afford to hire lawyers who would help him turn the case to his favor. He can afford to pay the judge to make a judgement in his favor, in fact. Me, I've got no one, and I've got nothing. Chloe might know one or two lawyers who can help, but I can't afford them.”

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. He thinks he’s untouchable, safe behind his walls, his “no-strings” speech a shield.

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.

His eyes danced in the sockets as he says; "What power do you possess?" It sounded queer because I am powerless, can't shape-shift and I am weak. Silence. I knew I'm drawing in my death as my tongue couldn't even twist out a proper answer for him. "Don't let me repeat..." "I have no power" I snapped , hating every second I had to spend with him. He smirks, possibly stunned I cut him off. "Lies" "Why would I lie? I'm useless, that's the only reason why my family will sell me off"

He had taken an urgent team-building order from a large company that afternoon, earning over 100 dollars just from the delivery fees and tips. Watching him drive away on his motorcycle, I smiled involuntarily. My "powerful words" used to be a knife hanging over others' heads, a jinx that only brought disaster, but after leaving that dark place full of suspicion and malice, the power had transformed into a blessing that could bring good fortune. The wind chimes jingled, and a beautiful woman in plain clothes walked in. She was the young police officer who, despite the Shaw family's pressure, had insisted on collecting evidence to uncover the truth in the emergency room corridor.