The Powerhouse's Unlikely Obsession Novels & Stories

Demetra shook his head helplessly and said, "No, I don't. In fact, I can't even control myself. All I can do is stay in this abandoned factory and use the electricity from the generator every day to balance the power of destruction in me." Suddenly, there was a loud roar from the generator in the abandoned factory, and Demetra trembled all over as if he were trying to rid himself of some external force. He said, "It's time. I'll have to rely on electricity to suppress the energy within me." Wilbur watched as Demetra approached the generator rapidly and said, "Do you trust me? I might be able to help you." "The power of destruction is incredibly powerful. You can't help me, no one can."

We call the place where Damien had caged majority of us, as a powerhouse because, Damien brought it to our awareness that only the people being present in the powerhouse would live longer, a life free from insecurities, and starvation. Damien would not allow anyone to leave the powerhouse. You have to pay a sum of fourteen million dollars so as to pay up for the food, shelters and security. I knew, you might say we are stupid for not trying to escape, but I'll bring it to your knowledge that unless you're thinking to die in a grusome manner with your friend,don't dare it! "Arrg!"Came the distinct scream. I nipped to see one of us, slumping to the floor, red substances spilling from her thick

I just make myself swallow, one spoonful at a time. Mechanical. Necessary. Afterward, I sit at the table with my hands wrapped around a mug that’s long since gone cold. The room is quiet. Too quiet, maybe. The kind of quiet that lets thoughts stretch out. I understand now. Power doesn’t care about consent. It doesn’t wait to be invited. It doesn’t respect boundaries. It moves toward anything that can stabilize it, legitimize it, carry it without cracking. And it will keep chasing me. Whether I want it or not.

I asked, feeling so excited. “Yes!” He replied, smiling. I tried to do what I did earlier and at that moment, it wasn’t what we expected. I used my power on Dolph instead of the swing, slowly lifting him off the ground. I didn't mean to, and it wasn't supposed to be him. With a desperate lunge, I reached out a hand, picturing him safe on the ground. However, my uncontrollable inner power refused to listen. It was fueled by chaotic energy and fed off my fear. Instead of gradually lowering Dolph, it became more intense. He rose higher, his face betraying shock and confusion. My scream blended with his as he twisted in the air, like a doll caught in an invisible whirlwind.

“Don’t you want that, Nicole? I’ll be honest; that was the best sex I’ve ever had. You’re exquisite, Nicole. A fucking masterpiece. I’ve imagined doing everything to you and watching you fall apart underneath me. Or on top. Anywhere you want. Don’t you want me to make love to you anytime you want me to? No strings attached. I wouldn’t even question why. You’d only have to tell me where, and I’ll drop everything and come.” Nicole’s eyes widened at that. Was he revealing too much? But she hadn’t turned away in disgust, and the heat in her eyes intensified. Laying it all out in the open was the best way to go. “So what will be in it for you?” she asked. “I get to have all of that, too. Anytime.

FLORA Power was a fickle beast. One minute, it was within your grasp, moulding itself to your will like pliable clay. The next, it slipped through your fingers like sand, lost to the winds of chance. But chance was only a tool—a thing to be exploited, just like people, just like David. My son thought he was strong. Brilliant. Ruthless. He was none of these. David was a boy playing with fire, obsessed with the legacy of a man who was never worthy of it. His blind obsession with Hailey compromised his judgment and left him exposed. He was nothing more than a vessel for something greater—my ambitions, my power.

Boring, nothing that would impress me today as usual. It was another ordinary day. Nothing interesting that will get my boring life some light. I’m the most influential CEO in the world. One of the most respected and feared. I am a man with hands full of blood, a man with a life that only knows darkness. A walking corpse that has a desire to find the one who would make my dark heart turn into light. It may seem a useless dream, but that’s the only thing that keeps me motivated. Watching from my tower the humans that are oblivious to what truly happens around them. Make me feel disgust. They think this world is full of love and safety, but how wrong they are. This world is just full of darkne

Scarlett stiffened again. In three days to find seven hundred million? Where will she get it? "Okay, I accept," Scarlett said confidently. The woman already had a plan. She would pawn her house papers and her family's garden. But once again, Jaxon just smiled. He had planned many things that would thwart Scarlett's plans. "Prepare yourself three days from now! You'll be back here and ready to follow all my orders!" Jaxon said with a satisfied smile. He will get what he wants. Without working hard, what he wants will come to him independently into the palm of his hand.

For someone with avisual stopping power like him, he sure was used t people fascinating over him. She tried to convince herself that her lust over this man her boss was not based on anything inappropriate but mere appreciation of the wonders of God could just perform in a man’s looks ‘’Are you gonna drop that or just stand there and stare ?’’ Alicia flinched on hearing his voice , She was brought back to the now as she almost spilled the coffee.

It was an anthem that was sung only after a tournament in honor of the winning team who took on the title of 'the Power' but the crowd saw it fit to sing the song for their unbeatable champion. Caught up in the moment, Karis shook a few hands and then challenged an entire crew of eight men into the ring. This time around, he was not looking to get beating but to beat. To establish the fact that he was always in control, couldn't be beating, the fact that he was still the cold, efficient Karis. Something about his encounter with Weruche had unsettled him greatly, he needed reassurance.