The Powerhouse's Unlikely Obsession Novels & Stories

“I won’t take up any more of your trainer’s time.” My eyes slid down the length of long conference table, making contact with as many recruits as possible. Near the back, a woman caught my eye. Jet-black hair tumbled past her shoulders and breasts all the way to her waist. Thick hair I almost instantly pictured wrapping around my fist as she sucked me off. Where the fuck did that come from? I was as red-blooded as any man, more than most actually, but I never allowed random fantasies to slip through at work. Especially not when I was annoyed and trying to put the fear of god, or me, into some new recruits.

It has happened only once and left devastation in its wake. Powers: Limitless “Cassius wants me for my power? For what, world domination?” Stella uncrossed her legs, reaching for the book, before an audible sigh escaped her lips, “If he is to mark you and then you complete the process, his power will feed off of yours. He’ll be essentially unstoppable.”

he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, as though her name alone could unravel him. "Shh," she murmured, pressing her lips to his, tasting him like a forbidden fruit, savoring every second of this madness that had been their cycle for years. There was no love here. No true affection. But there was power. And that was something they both craved. A power that buzzed between them like static, building until it was nearly unbearable. It had been their game—this slow, seductive dance. Neither had ever stayed too long. Neither had ever truly cared. But tonight, everything felt different.

"More than the monster you apparently think I should be." "I think you should be the Don this family needs," Marco said. "Strong. Ruthless. Willing to sacrifice anything for power. Like your father. Like every successful leader before you. But instead….." His expression twisted with disgust. "Instead you're planning to cooperate with the FBI. To dismantle everything. To destroy your own legacy because some woman made you feel guilty about who you are." "She made me want to be better," Dante corrected quietly. "Made me see that power without purpose is just violence. That empire without morality is just tyranny. That….."

“If Denzel were still around, I suppose he wouldn’t be as tolerable as you are now. He said that if a man walks the earth with a clear conscience, he wouldn’t let himself be threatened by others.” Willow said, “He also said that every powerhouse walks on countless skeletons in his path. What’s a powerhouse? A powerhouse is someone who doesn’t give thought to personal safety and isn’t wavered by rumors and slanders. A powerhouse’s path is destined to be filled with boundless loneliness.”

“This was built as a natural barrier. The founders designed it so no one could reach the birthplace of the energy without great effort. But these people know how to navigate it. They have studied every secret we thought was lost forever.” Theron gripped the rail, his knuckles turning white. “They think they have all the answers. They think they can control something that has outlived every generation that tried to master it. But they have missed one simple truth. Power without a heart is nothing but destruction waiting to happen.” ---

Nadia’s words from last week echo in my head like they were waiting for this exact moment. Apparently, he’s obsessed with me. The man is completely gone for me. And he’s not just rich, he's powerful. And the best part? He’s Nash’s boss. I lean back against the chair, still turning the black card between my fingers. I guess it’s time to stop being a good girl and start being a little more ruthless.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

I sat up, heart racing, and rushed to the window. Down in the garden, near the oak tree, someone stood in the shadows. Watching. This time, I knew. This wasn’t desire anymore. It was obsession. And I was trapped in the middle of men who didn’t know how to stop wanting what they shouldn’t. As I turned away from the window, a final message appeared. Choose wisely. Someone loses. And for the first time, I realized the truth: This wasn’t about love. It was about power.

POV: Elias’ Mother I poured the last drop of coffee into my cup and leaned back in the leather chair, feeling the warmth in my palms. The Manhattan skyline sparkled outside the window, but it wasn’t the lights that grabbed my attention, it was the power they symbolized. The power to change things, to shape outcomes, to control timing. And timing was everything. I tapped my fingers lightly on the polished mahogany desk, imagining Clara walking somewhere in the city, unaware of the web I was weaving. She thought she was clever and untouchable. But I had lived long enough to know how fragile confidence can be when built on shaky foundations.