Yerno Piadoso Al Poder Novels & Stories

I guess the world is still enjoying while watching our show while eating some popcorns as we become so stupid and useless. People can be so greedy when they got interested in a certain thing that no one knows about and that's because of power. I guess their president knows they can use it to gain the power that they want to have. He doesn't want to just rule a country, rather he wants to have the whole world kneeling in front of him and only that can satisfy his greedy soul.

I said with full confidence, because bullshit always sounds better when you wrap it up in something pretty, “then you have to tell us how he got you in this position in the first place. You’re supposed to be a god. He’s just an American pensioner.” Admittedly, you underestimated American pensioners at your peril. The grey vote could get all sorts of nutters into positions of power, and not just at the local golf club. But still, Joshaya was an actual god who could raise the dead. Surely he could have handled one egomaniacal senior citizen. “You don’t understand how powerful he truly is,” said Joshaya. “He can only help people’s abilities get stronger, can’t he? What can he do on his own?”

"I don't get you, can you come straight to the point?" "He has some special abilities, to put it simply. If he wants your dad impeached he will get impeached, if he wants him to lose credibility and popularity he can make it happen, if he wants a politician to become history, that people will say in the nearest future that there was once a Politician. He will do it without breaking a sweat. And you know very well what power meant for our parents right? Ask yourself this, if our parents were to choose between us and power what do you think they will ultimately choose?"

He said with distaste as he remembered Chiara throwing a knife at her dad during the dinner. "Her family has power, territory and great connections." "Yeah, we have that too." "You are really shortsighted." Carlos scoffed at him. "Il potere è buono, ma il potere assoluto è ancora migliore. Se possiamo assumere i Marianos, saremmo i re dello Stato, nessuno potrebbe sconfiggerci. Immagina molto che poteva molto." (Power is good, but absolute power is even better. If we can take over the Marianos, we would be the kings of the state, no one could defeat us. Just imagine that much power.)

He said bitterly, “Unexpectedly, after countless entrapochs of waiting, the one that came is the successor of Marciais Power. What about the successors of Historial Power? What are they even doing?” Hearing the chubby old man’s complaints, Yared said, “Stop dreaming. Our younger generations are useless now and are completely unable to harness Historial Power. Instead, they came up with something called Genesis…” The tall old man grabbed Yared by the collar and interjected, “Enough of your nonsense! Why are you praising others and bringing down your own? Where’s your dignity and honor?” “Dignity? Honour?” Yared scoffed, “What dignity and honor is left to preserve when even we three were defea

The emperor of the Holy Court said piously, lowering his head. "In that case, that's it." Jason waved his hand, indicating that he could leave. "You can't trust them?" the blind woman asked. "The more humble they are today, the more arrogant they will be when they gain power in the future. The power they seem to have is definitely not weak. Who dares to say that a force that has a history of thousands of years has no trump cards?" Jason sighed. "You are right to be wary of others." the blind woman said lightly.

Trying to shut both, her eyes and her senses, for what she was experiencing was a hard blow to her self-worth. 'The Raichands! The Princes! The chiefs! All are the same, the wretched mentality of men! Isn't it?' They could use a woman whenever he wanted, however they wanted, making them a pawn in their petty games and then the instant they would realize that the pawn had turned useless and the game was over, they would try to unburden their shoulders the very next moment. And if by any chance, her dear husband believed her to be pawn in his little play-down, then he is the biggest buffoon in the world.

“That I must be married for at least three consecutive months to gain any rights to contest the power structure. If not, it all goes to them permanently.” I stared at him. “So… I’m your key to taking back what’s yours.” “Yes.” My mind reeled. “But why me? You could’ve picked anyone. Someone from your world.” His eyes darkened. “The reason I chose you doesn’t concern you.” I froze at his curt response. Threading lightly, I asked, “And what’s your stepmother like?” “She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.”

Is it the supernatural power that I am thinking about? Raine frowned as he looked at Yris. He looked at him as if he was looking at an idiot. His eyes are filled with both pity and mocking. Does he think that I am a three-year-old child that can be easily tricked? He thought and snorted in disdain. Did Yris watch too many supernatural movies or superhero movies that he thought that it is possible for supernatural powers to appear in real life? He rolled his eyes as he looked at Yris as if Yris has gone insane. Was he under too much pressure that he pulled out this kind of nonsense to him?

“Because once you cross that line, you do not get to pretend things can go back to normal.” Dante sat up too, his bare feet hitting the floor. “Normal was an illusion,” he said. “I just did not know it yet.” He stood and walked to the window, pushing the curtain aside. The city was already awake, cars moving, people rushing into lives that felt simple compared to the mess unraveling inside his chest. “My uncle taught me everything about power,” he continued. “He always said information is currency. Control what people know, and you control what they do.”