The Power Of Broke Novels & Stories

"What do you gain?" "Nothing. Everything." I moved to the window beside her. "I've been where you are. Broken. Controlled. Used as a weapon. Someone helped me. Now I help others. That's how it works." "What if we can't be fixed? What if we're too broken?" "Then we learn to live broken. Find strength in the cracks. Build something new from the pieces." I met her eyes. "You're not alone. None of you are. Not anymore."

Only when they saw my name on the dotted line did they finally relax, their faces glowing with real happiness. "Brava, Camilla! You finally understand what's best for the family. I always knew you were my good daughter," my mamma said, patting my arm with a sweetness that felt painfully fake. "But we won't shortchange you," my papa added, his tone patronizing. "Once the trial succeeds, your share of the profits will be exactly what you deserve." I shook my head, swallowing down the bitter taste rising in my throat. "Give it all to Lydia. I won't be needing it."

I pulled out of the hug in shock “What? But I thought we had a deal that they will give us a year, knowing the fact the restaurant was destroyed” “Mrs Ruby!” A deep voice yelled my name, I turned to see a man standing behind me, “Mr Gibson I thought we had a deal you said we have a year to pay back the money” I yelled at him, "you gave me one year to pay you back the debt we owe you.” Mr Gibson looked at me and smirked “Look Mrs Ruby you are married to one of the richest man in the city, I'm done with all these your stupid excuses as to why you cannot pay me back what you owe me, I cannot wait anymore longer give me back my money or else”

She grasped her chest, as if she could actually keep the fragments of her shattering heart intact. Laughter resounded around her, harsh and derisive. For the first time ever, she genuinely grasped the meaning of being powerless.

DANIEL'S POV I still don’t understand why my powers aren’t working like they used to. It’s like something inside of me broke. Something deep, something important. I’ve tried to ignore it, tried to fight through it, but it’s impossible not to feel it. The energy I once had— the supernatural strength, the ability to control things most people can’t even dream of— it's fading. Slipping from my fingers like sand, no matter how tightly I try to hold on.

Without me being their ATM anymore and with Sarah turning a blind eye, David wouldn't be able to come up with the money to pay me back, and the court would seize his property. Peter and Lucy finally realized the gravity of the situation and came to my workplace, crying and making a scene.

She walks a step closer, “I didn't do this!” I turn my back against her and pour myself another shot and take it in a single gulp. “Those promises were made by a fucking idiot to a cheap slut. Now, see yourself out of my property.” The eerily quiet room is filled with her silent sobs. I can feel her eyes burning a hole in my back but I'm too numb to feel a thing. I could feel her retreating from me. My heart aches for her to stay but my head is in charge right now.“Tell Sophia she is fired for letting you in”.

Well… not literally. But power inside LW Publishers had always leaned more toward me than toward anyone else. Even Laney Wayne himself, that's my boss, understood that. I managed deals, approved contracts, organized schedules, and controlled most of the people who came in and out of his office. There were times employees spoke to me more carefully than they spoke to him. And maybe that was the problem. Power became addictive after a while. It wrapped itself around you so tightly that eventually nobody could touch you anymore. Nobody could make you nervous. Nobody could make you feel vulnerable.

No one heard the man feared by the entire underworld. No one saw the Mafia King curled up on the cold marble floor, crying like the abandoned boy he had once been. Behind closed doors, titles meant nothing. Power meant nothing. Money meant nothing. Because in the end.... I was just a man whose heart had finally broken after years of refusing to admit it could.

With a resounding crack, it shattered in her hand, falling to the ground. Maxine gasped, staring down at her hand in shock. She hadn't intended to break it, hadn't even realized how much power she was holding back. Adam stepped forward, his face solemn but not unkind. "That's what we're here to work on," he said, his tone even. "You do have the power, Maxine, but you need to learn to control it. You are not trying to break the stone but to keep it in one piece, even when the anger is at its hottest.