The Powerful Man Review Novels & Stories

“Why d…do you…want to…kill…me? Wh…hat…have I done to…you?” “It's nothing personal,” the man's voice was as cold as ice. “It's just a manhunt.” And the last thing the guy has ever heard in his life was the loud bang of the revolver that ended him. He almost escaped. Only almost. * * * “Hi, good morning. The two of you must be Mr. And Mrs. Andrews?” asked Jacob Price politely, professionally like the way his Snyder Italian Cashmere Sutton Suit in Navy Blue wrapped around his well-built figure. He stood up at a height of 5'11. His hair was dark and soft and the perfect haircut for his oval-shaped face. Blessed with a pair of blue eyes—as blue as the skies, just looking through those windows cou

Ponting at his ear, he explained, "I had this power from the start. And it isn't even given to me by the spiritron vein—I've heard your breathing from afar, and you never sensed me coming. You'd be dead if I ambushed you." Masked Man felt himself dying inside once again. He already could not accept the fact that he was beaten by another person who wielded the power of the spiritron vein. But worst of all, this man was not even using it! That meant there was an insurmountable gap in their abilities, and he was really the one who abused his power and bullied others with it! "How did you get so powerful?" he groaned in confusion nonetheless. Even if there was a gap in abilities between them, it

He said in a regretful tone, “If that’s the case, I shall take your lives here tonight…” Kayson said in puzzlement, “Guardian Odele and Guardian Coridon were not a match for me. Could it be that there's someone else more powerful from Eden Joy?” Beckham said proudly, “That is, of course. I just told you that what you’ve experienced is just the tip of the iceberg!” All of a sudden, the door was kicked open. A middle-aged man with a powerful aura walked into the private room with a swift, strong gait.

The most powerful man in City A—Evander Westvale. ***

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.

I took a couple of steps back and looked at the strong man, who radiated power from every corner. "What the hell is going on here?"

“She’s mine, and Sharon is yours. So, maybe you should focus on getting her to unlock whatever scraps of power she still has left.” “Sharon?” He laughed, shaking his head. “That body’s a dead end and you know it. There’s nothing left in her worth using. But Imani…” His voice dropped, almost reverent. “Imani’s something else entirely. She’s powerful. Young. Ripe.” My jaw tightened. “Watch your mouth.” He ignored me, pacing lazily.

I added. “I offered you this nicely before, remember?” he asked, arching his eyebrow and I blinked my eyes rapidly. “You rejected my offer, right to my face thinking too highly of yourself, as if I wasn’t capable of having you,” he added bitterly and continued, “At that time, I decided that one day, I would show you that I don’t take no for an answer. I tend to get what I want. I can do it with anyone, I want. I can have anyone, anytime. That’s how powerful I am. And now, you can see for yourself, lying here in front of me, all helpless and powerless,” he said and smirked while I shook my head in disbelief, realizing how everything in this world was indeed driven by power, strength, money an

"No, the situation was about judgment." "You insulted the woman they publicly support. You questioned the CEO of the company they now control." "And..." He sighed deeply. "...you embarrassed our family." Jenny's eyes became watery. "I..." "I didn't know." "No, you didn't know." He nodded. "And that's exactly why powerful people are dangerous." She looked at him. He folded his hands together. "They don't always scream." "They don't threaten." "They don't need to." "They simply decide."

“I want you to remember how I look. “After all, I, Dark Shura, will return.” “There is no way a dead man can be reincarnated,” Tyr snickered; he was running out of patience. “Heh.” Dark Shura chuckled, exposing his pearly whites in the process. “Not long ago, I discovered a huge secret. I found out that the strongest people in the world are not like you and me. “Do you think you are the most powerful man on earth? “Frankly, you are nothing but a speck of dust in front of the truly powerful.”