The Power Of Bad Novels & Stories

Sia bent down to her level and met the latter’s eyes. “Let me tell you something you don’t know Zurie” Sia started. “You don’t know my parents Zurie but let me tell you something you should know. I can beat you here black and blue, beat you till you can’t move a muscle and there’s nothing that would happen to me, I can shove you off the bleacher stands like you did to me and no harm would come to me, heck no one would even dare to report me. I can waylay you when you are going home and cart every single one of your belongings, your clothes inclusive, and leave you naked, you and your driver, you wouldn't be able to do anything to me and you know it” Sia said and everyone could feel the hairs

She was scared of dying, and she was too much of a coward to leave him. I guess I should thank my dad for teaching me to be the predator and not the prey. Because of him, I taught myself always to have power over those wimpy little nerds and show them who the boss is. I enjoyed being feared. It was better than being pushed around. Shoot, I even got any girl I wanted. I had bronzed skin, tousled brown hair, green eyes, and my face was strong and define, which qualified me as handsome to most girls in my school. I made sure I worked out regularly, so I had well-defined abs and biceps, so all I had to do was to pretend to be interested, and they were eager to be with me, the high school bad boy

“If you are what I think you are, then you can be very powerful, and you can help us a lot, but if you get to master your power and use it to do evil, then we have to—” “Kill me. I know.” “Yes. Do you know what you can do with your power if you use it for your selfishness?” “You can create a Tsunami,” Ren said. “You can destroy a town, capsize a ship, and kill many people.” “You just have to say it, don’t you?” Theia told Ren. “Now you just give her reasons to be more evil.”

My voice carried the faintest edge, not sharp enough to cut, but enough to warn. His lips twitched, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. "Trust is a weakness. Power, on the other hand..." He leaned in, his breath barely grazing my skin, his tone dipping into something conspiratorial. "That’s what keeps people like us alive. But power in the wrong hands? That’s dangerous, don’t you think?" A slow hum built in my chest, the echo of something unspoken. Wrong hands. The words rattled inside me, knocking against a door I had nailed shut long ago.

"To have power and authority means that you could control everything and who would deny that?" His voice remained smooth, almost conversational, but Jane felt something sharp underneath those words. Something ancient and unapologetic. "Me," she said immediately. Victor leaned back against the carriage seat. "You say that because you have never possessed it before." "I don't need to possess power just to understand it." "No," he murmured. "But power changes understanding itself." Jane frowned harder. "That sounds like an excuse bad people use." A small smile appeared on Victor's lips again. "And yet history is made by those same bad people."

I knew spending one more second in her presence meant I was going to pin her to that wall and take her right there ,whomever watching be damned. As I got to my motorcycle,I knew I had crossed a line that I could never uncross. And gods be damned,I did not regret it. Not one bit!

Power is always associated with trouble. Sometimes it is great enough to save us from trouble, sometimes it isn't. Sometimes it is so great that trouble can't get close and sometimes its greatness is the reason why trouble comes. Sometimes it's not about how you use it, sometimes it's about the power itself. The mere existence of a certain power could stir up fear, awe, hatred and envy depending on who percieved it and how they do. "My power is supposed to kind that helps me escape trouble" Victor said to himself as he drove through an empty road with nothing but desert on both sides.

🏤High School Badass💄 (🥀 SUGA HIGH 🥀) By Happy writes ❤️ CHAPTER 1 ❤️ Mum do you really have to do this, Jeanne said as she made way to her mother's room, I said I'm not getting transfered. You have to, after all the troubles you made in your school, do you know what I had to go through?, do you know how much I begged those people because of your troubles?, Julia her mother yelled angrily.

This makes the couple's love last forever. *** Why is the title of this story The Bad Son-in-Law? Because the men in this story are not good sons-in-law, they are bad. They marry women without the permission of their parents or family, and they do not involve the role of the woman's family in this married life. This story begins with a mistake that ends happily. So that makes women blind with a demonic figure behind the bodies of the men they love.

“I’m the only one allowed to call him Benny.” Me and him. Sitting cross-legged, I put the laptop on my legs. “Today, I want to talk about Vitiligo.” My heart quietens. He raises his shirt to reveal his stomach. There’s barely an inch of skin that isn’t covered with big, white patches. It’s much worse than mine. “It’s not contagious. It’s a superpower.”