The Powerful Man Review Novels & Stories

Zayne walked into the room. He stood at a corner until everyone had left before walking toward the man. “I learned that her wolf is back” Zayne Crouched down to the man “So for her to beat you to this point, she must be powerful” The man coughed lightly before speaking “She is very powerful, and she attacked before I even blinked my eyes. Her fighting skills are out of this world. I am a fighter, but I've never seen someone that fights like her” Zayne placed his hand on his jaw thinking

“Plus, it teaches you how lax your security is. You need to hire better men, more men, if you really want to keep people out.” “I don’t want to look too suspicious,” Case said. “After all, we are just a pasta factory.” “Let me tell you something.” I leaned forward with my hand around my glass. “The really successful men don’t give a shit. The powerful, the unquestionable. They’ve got something to protect, and they aren’t afraid to show it. One day you’ll get there. You’re too new to the game.” “Too new?” Case asked, his eyebrow raised. “I don’t think new men bring in the kind of money I just bagged this month. Our product is gourmet—just like our pasta.”

He must be a very powerful man. He throws his cigarette to the ground and snuffs it out with his foot, then stares at the crowd. “I hate it the most when the strong prey on the weak.” His voice is deep and threatening. Everyone who was taunting me earlier bows their heads while shaking like leaves and my brows furrow in curiosity. Whoever this man is, he knows how to command an audience. “Get lost.” Two words and the whole crowd scampers off like their tails are on fire. Goddess, I’m doomed. He even wants to remain alone with me... what will he do to me?

I’ll give him one thing, he certainly wasn’t weak anymore. He pressed his body up against mine, pushing himself between my legs and holding me in place with his hips. He ran his nose slowly along the nape of my neck. My body betrayed me and responded with a shiver. I gasped and unknowingly tipped my head to the side, giving the stranger more access to my neck. Fuck. I need to snap out of it. I growled and kicked my leg out, connecting the tip of my foot to his shin. He growled back and lifted me off the ground by my neck and wrist. I kicked my legs out furiously, aiming for anything I could reach. What am I doing, I'm thinking like a trapped animal. I am not capable of being trapped, nor am

Then, after breakfast, I was taken to Alexander's mansion. Alexander's mansion was breathtaking, opulent, exactly as expected. The mansion's imposing grandeur was awe-inspiring, its towering stone walls, soaring ceilings, and lavish decor converging to create an overwhelming sense of majesty and power, as if the very walls whispered: "This is the domain of a man who commands respect, and demands control. A man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants” The mere thought of him wanting me made shivers run through my spine. But the thought was short-lived because I knew he did not want me.

Meanwhile, Morgan and Cadel were both visibly worried as they stared at an extremely frail and tiny man. The man was wolfing down all sorts of food and drinks as if he had been starved for centuries. Morgan pulled Cadel to the side and whispered, "Are you sure about this? He seems like he's crazy or something." Cadel replied, "I've seen him fight against my men. He's super powerful." Morgan was dubious. "Have you done a background check on him?"

I gasp, nails digging into the sheets as he buries himself into me. Holy. Shit. Is it possible to actually be split in half by a guy’s dick? Because that is one hundred percent what it feels like right now. I mean, I knew he’d be big—Connor has all that cocky, big-dick energy, the kind that screams don’t worry, I’ve got you covered—but Jesus H. Christ. He’s not just big. He’s p**n-star, how-is-this-legally-allowed big. I’m legitimately struggling to breathe, and not in a poetic ~he takes my breath away~ kind of way. More like, I might need to sign a waiver kind of way.

After all, this was a mysterious Space User who didn’t belong to the village and was clearly very powerful. Mane could tell how powerful he was from the brief handshake they shared. His senses that had been stretched out to the maximum picked out powerful strums of Edict from the soul of the big man when they shook hands. The man’s Edict was so powerful that Mane could feel his soul tremble when the man held his hand, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he couldn’t easily use True Eyes due to the huge toll it took on him, he would have activated it. But Mane was certain of one thing:

Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly the two heavyweights slowly fell asleep without realizing it. “Boss, I have checked all the goods, very good.” The powerful man standing in the dark quietly smoked a cigarette, each faint ring of smoke made it difficult for others to understand what he was thinking. The old man nodded slightly, threw away the cigarette, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice. The voice was cold as if it had no temperature. "Return."

They were looking at the man in white with their eyes full of shock. “His momentum alone is enough to make them unable to resist. How powerful is this man?”