The Power Man Novels & Stories

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.

Corentin said in a low voice. "Yes! Thank you!" The man and the woman hurriedly got up and left. When he got some distance away, the man turned his head to look at Corentin and Ashlynn at the bar and said, "What a b*tch, let's just hope she doesn't run into us next time!" "She'd better not be alone next time!" The woman spat on the ground. Then he said greedily, "But that man is so handsome. He seems to be rich and powerful. If I can replace the b*tch, that would be great!"

I'll get used to it, marrying a man I do not know, marrying so early when I have a life ahead of me. "Would you do this to Kelly" I say quietly, staring straight at her. Kelly is my age mate so why am I the one to face this. She gulps and lower her eyes "I've failed my sister, I've failed your mom. He wants you" "That's bullshit Aunt. How does he even know me, I don't even know who he is" "Mr. Kriss" I gasp in terror and my eyes widen. My dad's employer, the billionaire founder of Kriss automobiles, the leading auto mobile company in this country.

Notably, his toenails bore a shade of pink, an eccentric detail that Asher couldn't help but notice. Asher inquired, "I'm looking for Ruan. Are you him?" The man responded with a hearty laugh, offering, "Naah." Without missing a beat, he called out, "Ruan, there's a dude in a suit looking for you. Scratch that, two dudes in suits." The response emerged from somewhere deeper within the apartment, though Asher couldn't identify the speaker.

I explained quietly. His hand came down on my shoulder, and I chanced to look at him. There was ferocity in his eyes that screamed danger. Chris was a lovable goof, but he would burn down any foe that threatened those he cared about. “We’ll plan and prepare so that we’re ready when the time comes. There’s no way in fuck they’ll be prepared for the level of power that’ll be on our side,” he promised me. Up until he said those words, I had not even thought about how incredibly powerful our side was. There was no telling what he would have on his side, but I KNEW what was on ours.

He is the most feared alpha and he loves inflicting fear in the heart of everyone. He smirked and moved away, letting her to fall to the ground as her legs were too weak and gave up quickly. "Do not forget who I am. I am Jordan Power. The boss of this place and this town. No one dares mess with me or yells at me. You are nothing but an ordinary woman whose husband works for me. I can do whatever I want and need no one like you to talk down on me." No one has ever talked down on him but her. He fumed in anger but did nothing. He has a rule as that is never to touch a woman and child. Scaring her will be her punishment.

Right here and right now. Well, I haven't told you that this world I'm in, holds a LOT of secrets. One of those secrets is people with powers. Literal powers. Like one who holds fire without even burning themself. Or one who holds water like it has shape. Unfortunately, only nobles have these strong powers. Peasants or commoners like Pheia doesn't have any though sometimes miracle happened. Some commoners were bestowed with powers but only a few of them have. The healer searched for a possible wound around the man's body. If this man is what she thinks he is. He might be grateful with her generosity and helpfulness that he came back alive. I hope so.

"Do you think just because I am being patient, you are clever? Do you think dropping down into the gutter and spreading your legs for a piece of trash gives you power over me?" "Let go of me!" I choked out, grabbing his wrists, trying to loosen his grip off my skin. But he was too strong. "Power is this…" He snarled, shaking me once, so hard my teeth rattled. "Power is taking a whore from the slums, wrapping her in diamonds and making the world believe she is a saint. Power is claiming a bastard child on national television and knowing that not a single person in this city will ever question it!" He shoved me backward. My knees hit the edge of the sofa and I tumbled onto the cushions, gaspin

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I hear Valeria say, as I glance back to see her move up onto her knees slowly. “That wasn’t me,” I comment, making her frown in confusion. “How are you doing that?” Manon hisses. “She’s not. I am,” says a deep voice to my right. I look over to see a muscular man with mixed-Asian features standing at 7’4” with muscles that even as a lesbian I can appreciate. He’s wearing a black tank top that dips low at the sides and grey sweatpants, and no shoes. He looks like he just rolled out of bed but in an attractive way. He has bright azure blue hair and piercing crimson eyes. Wait, he’s a sanguidae? With magic? Power is radiating off him like a nuclear bomb just waiting to detonate, and I realise wh