The Power Of Broke Novels & Stories

Still dangerous. Still looking for someone to lead them. The threat hadn't ended. It had grown. And maybe... so had I. Because even stripped bare, I wasn't powerless. Power wasn't just in fire or water or light. Power was in knowledge. In stubbornness. In refusing to stop fighting when everything had been taken from you. And I was done being broken. 'Magic or not, I was still a weapon.....and I had just remembered how to fight.'

Soon, I’d make her remember exactly who she was, and who I was. Soon I'd remind her that real power didn’t come from kindness or grace. It came from knowing how to break people without even lifting a finger.

I broke up with Andrew as fast as I could. I returned every gift he had ever given me, packed my things, and moved out of the apartment we had shared. In the shortest time possible, I cut every tie between us. However, to him, I was just being dramatic. He kept coming after me, complaining again and again. "Over one experiment? You're really breaking up with me over that? I already bought the diamond ring. I was going to propose to you, and this is how you treat me?"

"She died screaming because some bond-breaker thought they knew better than fate." "Not all bond-breakers are the same—" "Aren't they? Same power. Same arrogance." "Sometimes bonds need to be broken," I said firmly. "Abusive ones. Toxic ones. False bonds created through dark magic. Someone has to help those people." "And who made you judge?" "Nobody. But I have the power. And I choose to use it to help people who have no other option." We stared at each other. His grief palpable. My determination matching it.

She announced, her eyes glistening with hope. “Okay… if what you are saying is true. Then how do I break this mind game? How do I get full control over my powers?” I asked eagerly, my ears standing at attention. She placed her hands on both my shoulders, “You are the only one who can break it. We can’t teach you spells or portions cause it won’t stick. Abaddon didn’t just made you belive that you don’t have your powers anymore, he also made you think you are not worth those powers. Until you start believing in yourself…“

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

He's the one Alpha Noah is not afraid of. He knows what his mate can do to him because he's an Alpha. He has the ability to use the Alpha command on him. He can command him to hold still while he has his way with him, something he's experienced many times. ‘An Alpha did that to me. He broke me until there was nothing left. He took my innocence at the fucking age of eight! He beat me and broke my bones so many times I lost count. He kept me in a dark room, chained me, and left me hanging there. He didn't just break my body, he broke my spirit and took everything from me until there was nothing left, and I could barely lift my head, let alone drag myself to the corner to use the bathroom like

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

CHAPTER 1 Power, it was a term that is rather popular, everyone can relate to the need for power and at the same time everyone wanted it for him or herself, I was no different, and for me power had a means, right from the age of 12. You see I was a scrawny child from a really small town in New Jersey, growing up was especially hard since I had no parents, forgotten in an orphanage, aside that I wasn’t a cute kid that people came and awwned over and then decide they should adopt, I was ugly, there was no other adjective to use, I had a crocked nose, and even my teeth was scattered and it showed whenever I smiled, every time we were to line up for a prospective family, we were asked to smile a