The Powerhouse's Unlikely Obsession Novels & Stories

"What do you want with me? Why bring me here?” “Isn't it obvious?” He asked, examining me like I was some livestock in the market, “I want your power,” "I don't have any power." My voice came out desperate. "I'm just a rejected omega. There's nothing special about me.” "Liar." The word cracked like a whip. "I felt it. The day you collapsed at the edge of this forest. Do you remember that day?” "I was watching from the shadows," Rye continued. "Waiting for an opportunity to strike at the Russo compound. And then I felt it – an explosion of power so intense it knocked me off my feet. Raw, untapped, ancient power radiating from you like a beacon.”

I remained there, slumped on the sofa, chest heaving, my body still vibrating with the remnants of that sensory overload. I was disoriented. The “torture” he mentioned had left my nerves raw, and my mind tried to process the contradiction of being the most powerful man I knew and, at the same time, being reduced to an emotional wreck in the hands of a boy who had just come out of an overdose.

[DEATH hasn’t been able to unlock her powers] Maverick said. My eyes twitched with suspicion [how sure are you of this??]I asked with curiosity in my voice . [If her powers were unlocked there would be a very noticeable shack in the supernatural world which will slowly affect the humans] Maverick explained. (Third person) Jeremy wasn’t the only one in a daze as Black had joined him in the confused state,in all his years he had never encountered such. Black instructed Maverick to keep an eye on both Lena's family and DEATH.

I was parched and speechless, what the fuck just happened? I didn't want to stick around and ask him, or spend any more time with him. As soon as I could feel my legs again because the man had worked me like a piano. He had hit every button that made me play a tune only he wanted, my body obeyed his every press and I couldn't believe the betrayal.

I am aching for her. I spend my day trying not to think about her sexy body and her huge tits. I have always been obsessed with tits. She let me suckle her as long as I wanted. I want to just hold her tit in my mouth while I fuck her pussy. I have to stop thinking about her while I am at work. I cannot have a hard cock while I am standing by the pool, passing out towels. I have never been this happy to see the next shift coming to relieve me. I want to go back to her. I want to dive into her and stay there forever. I need to touch her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Emily’s palms were already sweaty, she felt trapped, like a fly that was caught up in a web spun by a powerful and terrifying spider. The bell above the café door jingled again, but she barely took notice of it. Her mind was racing, replaying the encounter she had with Alexander. Emily heard his words in her head again: "Financial Problems." He had no idea. Her apartment was a shoebox, her bank account almost on the edge of becoming empty, and the only luxury she had was the occasional latte, which, funnily enough , had just become the source of her current doom!

I saw him do it from the corner of my eye. “You know better than anyone, Dad. You’ve been through this. The waiting, the fear, praying the person you love is going to be okay.” I finally opened my can and took a drink. We stood there in rare silence. It wasn’t something we usually shared. The last time we talked like this was when I almost lost Maddie the first time. “When I was a kid, I wanted to be just like you—to be the boss, to lead the family. I thought power would make me unstoppable. But I was wrong.”

I could tell he was vulnerable right now and perhaps this is the real Les stripped of his money, wealth and power. I suddenly got the urge to look at his face so I pulled away and faced him. My breath hitches when I find Les just as naked too. His scars and tattoos, made prominent by the sun, embrace him like protection. He watches me with a guarded expression and I realize just how much power I have to break him, right now. Instead I moved closer and touched his face softly. He closed his eyes and leaned into it. “As long as you have me, and my baby, I will never leave.” I said sincerely.

Author's POV Power rarely announced itself with fireworks. Most of the time, it crept in quietly, through policies, signatures, quiet meetings in glass rooms where no one raised their voice but every word weighed a ton. And Senator Isla Hart was becoming very powerful. Not the kind of power that demanded attention. The kind that made people uncomfortable only once they realized it was already too late.