Your Hidden Superpowers Book Novels & Stories

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I turned from the window and walked over to my desk as my phone lit up and one name glowed on the screen. VICTOR CAULFIELD: one of the most ruthless underground journalists on the east coast. “Did you find it?” I asked immediately as Victor chuckled. “Let us just say that if you wanted dirt, you will swimming in it soon” “Don't toy with me Victor” I snapped at him and he whistled. “Relax Ryan. Your grandmother has been hiding quite the secret. The official documents, the official adoption records and even a sealed psychological report from when he was six years old” he said and I leaned back in my chair fully satisfied at what I heard.

Intricate ink covers his forearms as well. He’s wearing dark sunglasses, masking his eyes, but his presence alone is suffocating me already. He doesn’t look like a content creator like myself. It’s not like it's written on my forehead that that’s what I do. But you can tell that he looks like power. Real, dangerous power. Oh Lord, he’s walking toward me. My heart begins to race. The next thing I know, he’s sitting in the empty seat beside me. Maybe luck has finally looked in my direction at last. I’m sitting next to a handsome man who looks a hundred times better than my ex. He’s perfect.

THE GREAT WAR OVER THE WISH GRANTER. Supposedly, there was no way of breaking it, but I succeeded the last time. Could it be I was a chosen of the High Priestess? No, it was impossible. I wasn’t that special. Wait a minute… I didn’t need a book about cures but I could also search about the High Priestess. It might be my start in knowing why my powers didn’t work. I searched between the books of the forbidden section and found a strange huge purple tome; I found it attractive that someone had the trouble to hide it so no one could get to it. If it wasn’t for my eyes, I wouldn’t see the magic enveloping it.

And even though the pain will always be with me, I know that I have people here to help hold my broken pieces together until I no longer need help. I chose my path. I chose my happy ending. THE END SPECIAL THANKS: I want to thank some very special people in my life that helped make this all possible. Thank you to the artist, Rosabella_Ashbry, who created the cover for His Hidden Child. Thank you to my parents for always believing in me. Thank you to my sister and my brother-in-law for helping me get started. Thank you to my very amazing friend Destiny who helped me when I needed it.

said Ansel. "Then what about Regan? Is he going to continue like this while waiting for Mr. Benneit to wake up?" cried Angela, who didn't want Regan to keep doing this. "I don't know. But I've heard from Regan that Alexa said that they found the Gonemanus family symbol that Mr. Benneit So even without Benneit, Gonemanus' power would fall to him. That symbol can open a secret door that holds all of Gonemanus' wealth. There is also evidence of Fergus' rottenness, Mr. Benneit."

And she was holding the key to its supposed power. “Christina,” she said, her voice steady despite the chaos in her head, “what happens if they get this thing? The rulers, the third eye crowd—whoever?” Christina’s expression darkened. “If they get it, they’ll use it. And if they use it, the world won’t look the same when they’re done with it.” Leila didn’t understand how that possible, but she nodded, her decision made. She slipped the book into her leather satchel. “Then they can’t have it.”

The title reads, "The Lost Bloodlines: A Forgotten Legacy." Excitement surged through both girls as they opened the book. Its pages were filled with handwritten notes and illustrations, detailing a secret society that had existed for centuries, guarding the knowledge of a special lineage—a bloodline with extraordinary abilities. As they read further, they discovered that their suspicions were correct. Tiffany and Hailey were indeed descendants of this ancient bloodline, born with unique powers waiting to be awakened. The clash they witnessed the night before was just the beginning, a sign that their journey was meant to unfold.

Smith to think she was helpless? After all the woman just took down my gamma, and also gave me a good fight even though it was short. But still she fought like she was trained to kill. And that’s not normal, I turn to the next page and my jaw drops,my hand stiffens and my heart almost stopped. What the hell did I just get myself into?

I felt stressed because apparently that's all I do now. Oh and also try to escape death. I paced for approximately thirty seconds before groaning. There was no way I was sleeping tonight. My eyes drifted toward the mattress, toward the hidden forbidden arts book beneath it. Slowly, I crouched, pulled it out and stared at the ancient leather cover. If I was really going to help them, if I really had powers, then I needed to understand them. I climbed onto my bed and opened the book. Immediately I regretted everything. Because what the hell was this?