Unleashed Potential Novels & Stories

Zephyr Khan had finally mastered all three ultimate moves of the Soul Storm. And this time! Zephyr Khan was about to use the Potential Explosion, the secret skill of the third move of Soul Storm. Once this move was used, it could stimulate the greatest potential in the body through the stimulation of the soul. During the battle, the secret skill of Increase, which could ignore any pain or injury, was born purely for the battle! If he used this Potential Explosion to Increase, his attack power would increase by several times again. Thinking of this! Zephyr Khan quickly activated the Potential Explosion and began to draw bright runes in the depths of Zephyr Khan's Spirit Realm.

“Then I want you to get my acquisitions team in here. I’m making an offer.” “An — acquisition offer? For Nexus Capital?” “That’s what I said.” She hesitated. “Sir, they just walked out of a rejected deal thirty minutes ago—” “Which means they’re vulnerable and motivated.” He sat down. “A company that needs deals that badly has shareholders who want an exit. Find the number that makes them say yes.” He opened his laptop. “And if anyone asks, this is a strategic acquisition. Nothing personal.” She stood there for a second longer than necessary.

With Jay out of the picture, my life took off. My studio landed a massive contract with a top national skincare brand who wanted to partner with us long-term. They had tested the face cream formula I had created last year. They wanted exclusivity. Leeya burst into my office, breathless. "Rachel, we're back! We're back!" I blinked, then smiled. It turned out that life had a way to bloom again once you cut off the wrong people.

They were two enemies who had just discovered a terrifying attraction that could ruin their fragile truce. The baby cried louder and demanded they face the messy reality waiting for them outside that room. They could not hide from the consequences of their twisted bargain any longer.

CHAPTER 3 “You have to see how wrong that is… I mean come on… You are not better for it.” “How so? Of course we are better for it. Look at us… Look at the wealth… We have everything we could ever want or need. We never need anybody to tell us of our worth…” “But you are still not content. You need to show the world what you have… What you own… How you control women… You are seeking approval…” Callie could see that Tristan did not like hearing that. His eyes darkened at her statement. She was going to say it how it was, no use in lying. She would never see him after tonight.

If he could be that ruthless to the woman he claimed to love, what would he do to someone he felt nothing for? What would happen if he ever learned the truth? What if he discovered that the baby had not been lost because of Lilian at all? What if he learned that I had ended the pregnancy myself? My fate would likely be no different from hers. A chill ran through me. My father's revenge was nearly complete. It was time to secure my own escape. One week later, my car lost control on a coastal highway. It smashed through the guardrail and plunged into the sea below.

I flushed and I didn't know what had overcome me but my tongue was tired of being bitten back, "I will not do anything-" He cut me off with a low chuckle, "What a wild imagination you have, Heron," and it was only then that he drew the object from his pocket. I forgot how to breathe. "What-" "Heron Ellis, if you cannot pay me today, you must pay me in another way," his devilish grin cut across his face, dangerous, everything about him was dangerous. And the parts that weren't dangerous, were uncontained, broken from any mold anyone could ever press him into.

They were the raw potential from which both possibilities had originally emerged. "She doesn't understand what she's unleashing," Eleanor's voice carried through the garden's synchronized intelligence with urgent recognition. "Those foundational energies aren't tools that can be wielded for specific purposes. They're creative forces that respond to the collective intention of all consciousness that exists within their influence. If we can align our cooperative awareness strongly enough, we might be able to influence how they restructure reality."

LUNA I always wanted to scream. If someone asked what one thing you wanted the most, it’s to scream. But when the time finally came, I couldn’t even move my lips. There was so much inside me to say, so many words clogged in my throat, so many sentences I hid inside my heart, so many wishes I wanted to share, so many letters I could form but didn’t let out of fear. So many words, but no one let me voice them out.

When I finished, they took me to a solitary cell. That was hours ago. Now the curse was fully awake. Using my power earlier and the stress of the capture triggered it. My body needed release. The heat between my legs was worse than before. My cock leaked against the thin pants they gave me. I kept pressing my thighs together, but it only made it worse. I still tried to tell myself I was in control. That I could wait it out. That I did not need anyone. But the curse did not care about pride. It never did.