The Powerhouse's Unlikely Obsession Novels & Stories

David was kicked out of his thoughts by his boss's stern voice; he immediately bowed a little and walked out of the office. Pedro rubbed his face with one hand; why was he thinking of her naked? She's enough distraction in the house, now the distraction had been extended to work. Pedro is very dedicated to his work, he doesn't bring girls to his office. Now he's breaking rules for her. Am I going to be able to control my emotions, and my body with Jasmine working beside me as my PA He wondered as forced his eyes to remain glued to the computer in front of him He was the one who asked her to be his pa, he could not possibly go back on his words; else he'll look like a big joke!

I didn’t interrupt. “I worked through nights that bled into mornings. Sold pieces of myself to build something no one could take from me.” He exhaled, his breath visible in the cooler breeze. “Power is addictive. Once you taste it, you do anything to keep it.” “Even marry someone you barely know,” I said quietly. His jaw twitched, but he didn’t deny it. “I used to believe in softer things,” he said, almost to himself. “In love. In building something with someone. Once.”

Chapter Two POV: Pierce De Luna I got off from my shift at the restaurant earlier than I normally did. My whole body ached but my mind was as active as a child's color book. I kept thinking about her- Kelly. There was something about her that separated her from most girls. She was not your average girl; that part was evident. From her fiery red hair to her brown eyes that reminded me of chocolate balls, then her lustrous golden skin, it was impossible to resist her.

“Because I pay attention. Junior. Journalism major. He works at The Meeting Point. Try talking to people sometime.” I force a laugh. “It was a hookup. That’s all. One and done. Conditioning. Tyson’s the endgame.” Dylan grins. “So, Tyson’s the championship trophy, and Maxime’s the pregame warm-up?” “Exactly.” Except it’s not. Except I can still feel Maxime’s nails in my skin, hear his moan echoing in my ears. “Tyson’s the win.” But it’s a lie. And I know it. The dorm is too quiet that night, the walls closing in. My body’s exhausted, but my brain won’t shut up.

To know a guy has power over you, to know he can tear down your defenses so much that you’d take any scrap you could get? I wanted to be his. “I’m not your type, remember? I was just for a bet.” He never moves his gaze from me. “You were fire in my hands.” My heart clenches. “Don’t say things like that. You don’t mean them!” He inhales sharply at my raised voice, and I study his expression, seeing a hesitant look in his eyes as he watches me, as if he’s unsure, as if he wants to say more, but something holds him back—

She lazily played with the personalized black lighter, not bothering about the talks of the man. "At least, look at me when we are talking," the poor CEO urged. The desperate tone in his voice oddly fascinated her. She liked it. She liked when people are desperate, she liked being in power. The shadowy goddess slaying the glory of all black finally whirled and rested on the window rim, arresting the sunshine. "Isn't power like sex? You can't get enough of it. The more you get the more your mind drives you insane. And in the end, you either succumb your soul to your craze or be the evil one to make it yours?"

They could not believe that everything happening before their eyes was real. It was because Johansson was the elite special agent and the ultimate powerhouse! They spent so much effort and money on Johansson to mould him into an invincibilis powerhouse. He was supposed to show that Murica was most powerful country in the world. They were supposed to win the Martial Arts Cup.. Instead, their unmatched powerhouse was actually finished off by a young man from Rheasia who broke his neck like a chicken? Frankly, they found that they could not accept the truth even after witnessing it with their own eyes.

Think as one. The cost is this: the power becomes a third person in our relationship. Volatile. Demanding. It needs to be fed, to be exercised. And Arthur… he craves it. I feel his craving like a thirst in my own throat. The stability we fought for, the quiet mortal life… it bores him. This… this thrill… this is what he wants. More than peace. More than safety. Then comes the twist. The addiction. We try. We focus. The power is a raging beast between us. I reach for it. He reaches for it. For a single, perfect, terrifying moment…

The Hagios Sect’s Great Elder said solemnly, “The mysterious shadow might be a powerhouse our sect’s founder sealed away at the end of the Halcyon Road. Even with our numbers, we couldn’t capture him. This unknown opponent of ours must be really powerful.” The powerhouses in the main hall fell silent. They had joined forces but failed to take down the unknown powerhouse. Their group consisted of several powerhouses at the Transcendental Bliss Rank and many at the Quasi Bliss Rank. Still, they could not capture one opponent. The mysterious opponent’s strength had to be over the Quasi Bliss Rank or even at the Yuraeceon Rank. The powerhouses in the main hall were at a loss for words at the tho

I genuinely couldn’t be nearly as powerful as she is making me out to be. I have to be dreaming. I pinched myself to make sure and well, the truth ended up slapping me so hard in my face that I was entirely unsure of how to undress it. “So tell me why exactly, he is so interested in this power that I don’t even know I have?” I said, raising my eyebrow. “He wants Aiden’s son to be the most powerful god there is so that no one can go up against him.