Powerless Novels & Stories

I have no idea whаt I’m gоіng tо dо оr ѕау tо gеt out of this. A deep раrt оf mе is fасіng аn unаvоіdаblе роѕѕіbіlіtу thе роwеrlеѕѕ sense I mау not be аblе to gеt away.

I dress in silence, eyes fixed on the small red light blinking from the corner camera. Is she watching me through that thing? The sick witch. Or worse—was my “progress,” as she liked to call it, being recorded and sent to Gratia? I clench my fists, fighting the urge to rip the damn device off the wall and smash it. But I stop myself. My only ticket out of here, is my continuous act of powerlessness. I need to keep acting like her little dumb doll. Jake walks in later just as I tuck myself back into bed like the helpless girl they want me to be. In his hands is a tray of—

I yelled but it didn't affect him at all. "Scared? I can see that your scared but you're only pretending to be brave in front of me. You don't have to be scared because am not going to harm you since am not here for you but for my dad's murderers, your children. Am telling you this because I know you won't tell your family about it since you can't use your powers today. You.. are... just.. helpless."he said emphasizing the word helpless. Indeed I was helpless because I woke up feeling weak and powerless. I didn't know it was my day to deliver until I heard it from him.

I don't even know why I have to do this, it doesn't help me. Power Manipulation is also over so my ordeal in the listing is also over. It's a handshake. Techie things to make life better are not trendy here. ••• At the Pantry "I feel like I have no growth in our PM. How many months have we been studying? Then I still can't contain the energy." Yuwe sadly promised me. Somehow I feel her because even if I was in her situation I would be really sad too. It's a good thing that I have no power, at least that's not my problem.

I said "This is not good," He said "They can only help each other get out of this but first, they will have to find themselves," I said "Rhea has powers, she can locate them, " he said "In there, you become powerless, so she doesn't have any powers, she can't use magic," I said "This not good, it's really not good. This is bad news" he said as he stared at me ~ Rhea's POV ~

I started to summon my strength in the hopes of trying to break free of the handcuffs binding my wrists. I had plenty of temper and plenty of time, but my powers just couldn’t break through. I tried and tried, but nothing. I was the same as I had always been, completely powerless. I shuffled up the bed as I heard a movement on the other side of the door. It was like I had to get as far away as possible from the danger, despite knowing there was no way of me actually getting away from it.

I don’t say any of it. Just breathe. In. Out. Shaky. He meets my gaze without flinching. My breath hitches. My pussy clenches hard at the word. Surrender. The thought of it. The image of it. “That doesn’t mean you want to be powerless,” he adds. “It means you’re exhausted from holding everything together.” I don’t know why that makes my throat burn. My eyes sting. I blink fast. “I don’t talk like this,” I say quietly. “Ever.”

He had taken an urgent team-building order from a large company that afternoon, earning over 100 dollars just from the delivery fees and tips. Watching him drive away on his motorcycle, I smiled involuntarily. My "powerful words" used to be a knife hanging over others' heads, a jinx that only brought disaster, but after leaving that dark place full of suspicion and malice, the power had transformed into a blessing that could bring good fortune. The wind chimes jingled, and a beautiful woman in plain clothes walked in. She was the young police officer who, despite the Shaw family's pressure, had insisted on collecting evidence to uncover the truth in the emergency room corridor.

The secretary looked at Ken in hesitation, and he was unsure about what to say. “What are you talking about? Just say it!” Ken was unhappy. “Say what? Is it because you realized that you can’t handle it?” someone mocked them. “Could they be actually powerful?" Ken asked. ‘There’s no way! If they're really influential, how would I not know about them at all?’ “No, they are actually insignificant. It might be a little embarrassing for you if you want to settle scores with them. They have a company worth tens of millions and someone who works in the government. They only have a little power,” the secretary explained awkwardly.

To be free to lope through the forest under the full moon. Can you imagine what it would feel like to be so powerful? I reply, relieved that we’re on the same page for once. I’ve never felt powerful in my life. It would be nice to know what that’s like… at least once. We’re powerful in at least one way. My conscience proclaims, ever the optimist when I’m trying to feel down on myself. We made a baby. We’re growing Sinclair’s pup. If that’s not power, what is?