Stolen Power

Stolen Power: A Goddess Bound Story

Hello friends! This is the first story I've written and is close to my heart. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to have it professionally edited, so any grammar and/or punctuation errors are my fault. Profanity, violence, and sexual content are included so if they are right up your alley, read at your own risk.

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PROLOGUE

Ring, ring...Ring, ring...

"You've reached The Honey Pot, home to a belly-busting seventy-six-ounce rib-eye steak-eating challenge. Daphne here, what's your twenty?"

Any other time, my best friend's perky voice would've made me smile. Not today. Today sucked major donkey balls.

"'I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody,'" I whined, my Marlon Brando game fierce.

There was a pause on the other side of the line and I heard the hustle and bustle of the family diner owned by my BFF, Daphne Montgomery, and her husband, Joseph. A service bell dinged followed by a gruff announcement, "Order up!"

Uncertainty laced the voice of someone who's known me since the sixth grade. "Who's this?"

"Really, Daffy? You should recognize me by a sneeze." I sniffed in point. "You never did like my Brando."

"Hey, Holly! You know I love you despite your horrible impersonations. How's your special day going, hon?"

"Just greaaat." I threw myself onto my couch, my violet eyes staring up at my apartment ceiling, mentally numb from the day's events. "Craig fired me."

"What?! What happened?"

Here we go. "I was late opening the store this morning."

"How late?"

"Three hours late."

"You can't be serious. Didn't you get in trouble last week for giving out your employee discount to an elderly customer?"

"It was only a discount. She had most of the money and needed the shoes for her new orthotics. Besides, in movies employees give away free stuff all the time. Remember Employee of the Month? Clerks? Empire Records?"

"You do realize that those movies are about people who are horrible at their jobs, right?"

"Stay on topic."

"You mean the one on how you can't stay out of trouble?"

"That's the one. When I left my apartment to go to work, wouldn't you know it, my car was gone. Stolen."

"Are you yanking my chain?"

"If I am then filing a police report was a bad idea."

"Oh, my gosh, it was stolen! I can't believe it. Maybe I can. Hands down, you have the worst luck than anyone I know." And there it was, the one sentence which summed up my life. One Murphy's Law after another. Daffy clucked her tongue. "I can't believe anyone would steal a ninety-four Miata. I mean, seriously? That machine was alive by the grace of duct tape. A bungee cord kept the driver's door closed and acted as the seat belt."