The Powerful Man Review Novels & Stories

He appeared amused. Narrowing my gaze, I considered whether or not I could escape. I knew that this man was powerful; his aura was plenty of proof. I could feel it even when he wasn’t exerting it. He was definitely more powerful than that bastard stepfather of mine. "How about we discuss this more over a meal?" He tried, catching me by surprise. "I don’t know about you, but I’m famished." "Are you kidding? I’m not hungry! " As the words left my mouth, my traitorous stomach let out a powerful growl.

I couldn’t even focus on what he was saying. When his screaming fit was over, Victor spun around and marched back to the door. “Get in here and watch her,” he sneered at someone. A big, burly man stepped in. His head was shaved bald, and he had a beard. His chest was twice as wide as any other man I’d seen, and he was as tall as Victor, but he wore his height well. After Victor disappeared and the lock turned, my new guard leaned against the wall and folded his arms. I was scared he would try something, too. I could try to put up a fight, but this guy was about four times as big as Victor, and he would do as much damage.

I asked, unbelieving. How was it possible that no human, of all the billions of humans in the universe, had ever stood up to Adrian. He wasn't that scary, was he? "There is a reason why I am known as the most powerful man in New York City, my darling wife. Trust me, you're the only one who has ever had the nerve to speak back to me- the first and the last." he smirked. "It is very flattering to have broken a record with the Adrian Valentino." I teased.

The strong man raised up the camera and knocked the screaming man fiercely on the head with it, and did not stop until the man was covered in blood and passed out. "His Honor and Miss Tang could be a perfect couple!" a strong man looked through the photos in the camera and said. The camera was of good quality, considering that it remained undamaged even after it was used to knock a man into unconsciousness. "Do you want to die? Hurry up and delete the photos. We should never gossip about His Honor," a strong man scolded in a low voice. "What I said is true. Look, His Honor is handsome, while Miss Tang is sweet and lovely. They were born to be a couple. But His Honor is too young, looking lik

1 He is a bad man. The thoughts flashed through Penelope head as she watches the War Hero General parade around to the cheers of people surrounding him, she would have liked to think that she was mistaken with her quick judgement of the man but she knew she wasn't. Her father had told her to trust her instinct, he told her that it was the only thing she could trust in life and right now her instinct told her that this man in front of her was no good.

His release flooding down my throat. They say men have the power and hold more power than a woman ever can. Those people have clearly never seen a man break down in front of a woman while she kneels. Any man is a weakness at this moment, and fuck, it makes me smile. So much. He hasn’t realised yet, but this is me holding the power in my hands, or should I say mouth? This is his weakness and one I plan to use.

Seated there were four people, and every single one of them looked… intimidating. Starting at the head of the table was a middle-aged man who looked so authoritative, powerful, and seemed to have so many things in his hands. No doubt, that had to be Marco’s father—the owner of this place, the head of this mansion. His slicked-back black hair reminded me of Marco’s. Now I knew where Marco got his dominant aura. Guess he had a pretty solid teacher.

Unfortunately, that was not possible. How could one man have so much power? Even the witches powers couldn’t hold a candle in front of him. Their powers and spells were utterly useless as they never affected him. It was as though he was resistant to them or something. Drusilla hated that fact about him. She hated the fact that one man was so powerful. His strength was unlike any she bad ever seen. She had watched him tore her people in two with his bare hands. His bare hands!

She had lied that she felt bad and having never been a bad employee, she got her permission easily. Peggy didn't understand what was going on but damn she doesn't care, the man in front of her is very handsome despite his well-started quarantine, he looks so great. But the important thing is that he is immensely rich, to be exact, John Keller is the most powerful man in town. Even in her wildest dreams, she would never have thought that she would have the chance to be wooed by such a man. This morning, when she was about to take her taxi to go to the hotel, a luxurious car parked in front of her and the windows opened. She believed in a dream worthy of a fairy tale.

the man said with a satisfactory voice. "Wow...that's wonderful….you see,this is called power of money and a very very wicked mind..Good job. ." The man said with an evil smirk and cut the call. "Are you sure that he had fallen in the trap?" A woman asked the man. "I am 1000% sure .... Soon I will free him from his life as well. " he said ,sipping his wine. "Elijah ….your doom's day is knocking at your door." The man said looking at the photo of Elijah which his man had captured from Elijah's house.