The Power Of Broke Novels & Stories

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It should not happen. *************** We were watching a movie late night. It was raining heavily. Enjoying popcorns and soda. Sometimes the thunder would crack the pitter patter on the glass. Since the lighting was perfect in the garden, we could see flowers and trees swinging and swaying in the air. Enjoying the rain pouring down. Louis was laughing at a scene when suddenly the power went off with a loud bang sound. "I think the power supply is breakdown". I turned to Louis but got surprised to see him curled in a corner.

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

The ones where I could sit across from a room full of women and tell them the truth instead of a polished version of it. “People assume strength means never breaking,” I told a room of two hundred women at one of those events, the microphone steady in my hand in a way it wouldn’t have been six months earlier. “I’ve broken more times than I can count this year alone. What I’ve learned is that breaking doesn’t erase you. It just means you get to decide what you rebuild from the pieces.” The applause afterward felt different than the applause I used to get standing beside Isaac at some gala, decorative and silent. This felt earned.

We marched for a few minutes, flashes and bubbles still bubbling around each gentle and just erupted manhoods. “You’re not what I was expecting,” I confessed. "And what did you expect?" she asked. "A broken victim? Someone defined entirely by suffering?" "Something like that," I agreed. “In her stead, I meet a woman who appears to be finding her strength.” “Power itself is a survivor,” she said softly. “Once you have gone through the worst of it, and survived, not much can actually “break” you anymore.”

Power was a delicate thing. Most men thought it came from brute strength, from fear, from making others submit through sheer force. But true power wasn’t about that. It was about control—control of oneself, control of others, control of the game. And I had always been a master of the game. I had always believed that breaking someone was an art. There were two types of men in this world—those who broke under force and those who craved to be broken. Eli was the latter.

--- I remembered when I sing that song, I was totally broken. I felt so...numb, empty, shallow. And I wish my heart would be unbroken by now. Cause I am still BROKEN inside. Not in a romantic relationship, but I'm broken. Broken because of what people are doing with me. I said in that song, that they would never let me down cause I'm titanium. And I did that. Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed.

Still, the Hurricane Break was a spiritual technique in the Ultimate Power Class, it was far more powerful than the Earthly Plunder. Since he exerted all his strength into the attack, the power of the Hurricane Break reached the Semi-Saint State, rivaling the power of the combined attack. Being canceled out by the Hurricane Break, the combined attack weakened and merely caused Leon to fall without causing any actual damage. Brahma, the Southern Boss, and the Western Boss, on the other hand, were not as lucky. The Hurricane Break covered a wide range and their attack only managed to cancel the lower half of it.

Why would it be enough to save you? "Then what do I do?" Desperation clawed at my throat. "How do I stop it? How do I survive?" You must break the cycle. Her voice was barely a whisper now. You must become what I could not, powerful enough that they cannot destroy you, wise enough that they cannot manipulate you, strong enough that they must respect you as an equal, not control you as a possession. "But how? I don't know how to use this power! The chains keep me suppressed, and every time I do access it, I lose control!"

Power rushed toward me. I did not block it. I broke it. Reality cracked like glass. The air shook. Voices gasped and choked. The promise binding my power the sacred bond made before I was ever born broke like it had only ever been glass and fear. A sound filled the room. Not a scream. Not a roar. Something deeper. Older. It came from me. “You cannot command me,” I said. My voice sounded different. Like ghosts spoke with me. “And you will never own me again.”