Powerimbalance Stories

"I am his favorite toy, and he is my only God." What happens when you love someone who is incapable of loving you back? When you are intimate with the person you worship, but love is the one currency they will never trade. Will you still stay? Does it hurt? To lie beside the one you love, to feel the heat of his skin against yours, yet ache with the knowledge that you are-and always will be-unchosen. Arata knows the truth. He knows Daiki is a sociopath. He knows the affection is hollow, the warmth is borrowed, and every "tender" moment is a calculated move. And still-he loves him. He loves him so deeply that even the truth can't cut the strings. Every day, Arata breaks a little more. Every day, he willingly becomes the tool, the toy, and the shadow of the man he calls his everything. Can he stop? No. Because loving Daiki is a slow suicide-but leaving him is a ghost story he isn't ready to tell. This is not a romance. It is a descent into obsession, a study of devotion, and the quiet cruelty of loving a man who never promised to be human for you. Author's Note 💬 I'm not gonna lie, this story is a whole mood (the chaotic kind) 💀 Writing this was such a journey and I put my whole heart into it. If you're into high-key angst and characters that make you want to scream, you're in the right place✨ If this hits hard, don't forget to Vote and drop a Comment. I love seeing your reactions-even if it's just keysmashing. Enjoy the brain rot! 🥀

She lives a quiet, carefully controlled life, built on routines that feel safe and emotions she keeps locked away. To the outside world, she is stable. To herself, she is hollow. She has learned to survive by asking for very little... until he notices her. He enters her life like coincidence wrapped in charm-attentive, perceptive, disarmingly calm. He sees what others overlook. He remembers what she never says out loud. His presence feels like relief, like finally being understood. And slowly, almost tenderly, he begins to arrange her world so she never has to be afraid again. Except the fear doesn't disappear. It changes. What begins as protection becomes expectation. What feels like love begins to erase her edges. Friends fall away. Warnings sound distant and wrong. And when she finally sees the truth of his devotion-its depth, its certainty, its terrifying inevitability-he doesn't deny it. He calls it destiny. Trapped not by walls but by want, she must confront the most dangerous question of all: is she being held against her will... or by her heart? As obsession tightens and identity fractures, Where the Shadow Wants explores the cost of desiring the wrong person, the seduction of control disguised as safety, and the brutal choices between escape, surrender, and becoming something darker to survive. Because some loves don't break you loudly. They consume you quietly.

Elena lives alone in a high-rise where everyone keeps to themselves. Until one night, a man steps into her elevator and notices her a little too easily. Luca never forces his way in. He watches. He waits. He gives choices that don't feel like choices at all. This isn't a story about falling in love. It's about what happens when someone decides you already belong to them.

(CEO × Bodyguard) He was hired to protect her - not crave her. She controls empires. He controls violence. When threats close in and trust becomes dangerous, the one man standing between her and destruction is the one she must never fall for.

She signs a marriage contract to survive. He needs it to inherit an empire. A ruthless CEO on the verge of losing his father's multibillion-dollar company offers a one-year contractual marriage to a woman drowning in financial ruin. The terms are explicit: no love, no expectations, no future. The marriage exists solely to satisfy a final condition imposed by his manipulative, power-obsessed father. She will play the role. He will maintain control. But forced proximity fractures the arrangement. Cold commands blur into possessive behavior. Emotional detachment gives way to obsession. And as the public celebrates their flawless union, the private cost of the contract escalates beyond what either anticipated. When the truth behind the inheritance condition and the marriage contract is exposed, the illusion collapses-forcing a reckoning neither money nor power can resolve. A story of control, coercion, obsession, and redemption, where love is not guaranteed, but choice becomes the ultimate rebellion.

She wasn't chosen. She was used. When Aarya Mehra is pushed into the Raichand mansion as a bride meant for someone else, she knows one truth- this marriage was never hers. For Kavin Raichand, power comes easily, emotions don't. He doesn't want a wife. He wants control. And Aarya is a reminder of a past he despises. A girl raised on silence and neglect. A man raised on privilege and authority. One marriage built on secrets, lies, and unspoken hatred. In a house where love is conditional and loyalty is dangerous, how long can two strangers survive under the same roof? Is this marriage just a transaction... or the beginning of something far more dangerous? Because in the Raichand family, every promise has a price- and every truth comes with consequences. Tropes: ☆ Replaced bride ☆ Forced marriage ☆ Age gap ☆ Power imbalance ☆ Enemies under one roof ☆ Slow-burn dark romance ☆ Family secrets & mystery

He owned empires. She belonged to another man. They still chose each other.

He's not wearing gloves this time. His thumb presses lightly at my wrist, measuring my pulse. I watch his face instead-the concentration there, the way it matters more than he wants it to. "This is necessary," he says. "For who?" He releases me abruptly, like he's burned himself. "Proximity has consequences." I smile. "Oh. So you've noticed the proximity."

Depleting resources and fallen men is the tell-tale sign of a losing war, and Jake Sully has never been one to lose. His one and only opportunity to regain strength presents as a chance alliance with the Metkayina, of his son Neteyam and the Olo'eyktan's son Ao'nung.

Prince Han, of the northern kingdom, a man of status, wealth, and next in line for the crown. Loved by his subjects. Loved by his community. Loved by his kingdom. He looked the part, too. Silk and ceremonial gold draped easily over his frame, dark hair kept immaculate by hands that had never been allowed to be careless. His posture was perfect, drilled into him since boyhood, chin high, shoulders squared, crown balanced like it belonged nowhere else. He was built to be admired. But Minho hated him, And Jisung hated him just as much. My dear, he absolutely despised him, he would say, firmly repulsed. Unfortunately, his only job was to protect the prince.

The hall was silent in the way only palaces ever were, obedience echoing through stone. Jungkook stood at the foot of the dais, head bowed-not because he was small, but because the throne demanded it. Taehyung did not rise at once. A king never hurried toward what already belonged to him. "Lift your eyes." The command was soft. That made it crueler. The crown caught candlelight as Taehyung descended, unhurried, stopping far too close for mercy. "You thought what passed between us was a mistake," he said calmly. "A sin without a name. Let us correct that misunderstanding." The court doors opened. Witnesses gathered. "This servant was not taken," Taehyung declared. "He was chosen." Silence followed, heavy and absolute. "Choice," the King continued, "once made, is not undone by fear or regret. What has passed did not diminish him. It marked him." He turned back to Jungkook, voice lowered, inescapable. "You were shaped by my hand. Raised beyond your station because I willed it." Then, louder-final. "What is shaped by the Crown belongs to the Crown." "I do not deny what I claimed," Taehyung said, calm as law. "Kings do not steal. We assert." He leaned close, words carved into bone. "You are mine-not as spoil, but as oath. And I do not relinquish what is mine." Taehyung turned away. The matter settled. Jungkook remained where he stood, heart in ruins, belonging no longer a question-but a sentence.

In the fortified land of Fortis, Neela lives as a powerless stone-lifter-until a single moment exposes something she was never meant to reveal. Caught between an obsessive ruler, an unseen power protecting her, and a past she can't remember, Neela is forced into a dangerous game of choices, bargains, and silent resistance. Every step she takes draws more attention. Every decision tightens the cage around her. As alliances blur and intentions remain hidden, Neela must decide what she's willing to sacrifice: her freedom, her safety... or the truth about who she really is. Echo of The Lost Future is a slow-burn fantasy about survival, identity, and quiet defiance in a world where power rarely asks for consent.

A Young Adult Dystopian Fantasy In Orvenna, power is inherited. Worth is measured. And being born without an endowment can get you erased. Aurora Valeur was born null-powerless in a society obsessed with genetic legacy and superhuman inheritance. Her abilities never emerged. Her mother vanished without explanation. And her father refuses to say why powerful institutions keep watching her like a threat waiting to awaken. For years, staying invisible was the only way to survive. But when the forces that govern endowments begin to close in, Aurora is thrust into a brutal world of elite heirs, dangerous secrets, and a society built on control. Pulled into the orbit of an exclusive academy and a secretive inner circle that rules from the shadows, Aurora must learn to navigate power without possessing any-while the truth about her birth threatens to dismantle everything she believes about herself. Because in Orvenna, power isn't just about what you can do. It's about who decides you're allowed to exist. As rebellion stirs and loyalty becomes a weapon, Aurora discovers that being null may be the most dangerous inheritance of all. Check out HI art book for more content and lore :) https://www.wattpad.com/story/399037688?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=Blonde_Dumb

A conversation between a reader and a writer. This is not a fictional love story. There is no hero. There is no romance. This book reflects the reality of the Bookstagram and reading community.It calls out what is often ignored, excused, or romanticised. Through the voices of two sisters Gauri, a young reader, and Abhaya, a writer we explore why certain popular tropes are problematic, and how fiction quietly shapes our thoughts, desires, and boundaries. BECAUSE WRONG IS WRONG- even when it's written beautifully.

Sophie Evans has spent her life surviving. A poor waitress living paycheck to paycheck, she never expects anything more than exhaustion and disappointment. One night, working near the velvet ropes of a VIP club, her path crosses with a powerful stranger whose drink has been slipped something dangerous. She's paid to stay. To be present. To disappear afterward. William Carrington never loses control-until that night. As the ruthless CEO of a global empire, William was raised knowing one truth: Carrington men do not become fathers easily. Doctors confirmed it. Family history proved it. Generations of disappointment taught him to bury the one thing he wanted most. He believed it was impossible. Two weeks later, Sophie learns the truth. She's pregnant. With triplets. Before she can decide what that means, William's bodyguard begins searching for the woman his boss can't forget. A name leads to records. Records lead to confirmation. And suddenly, the impossible becomes reality. William Carrington is going to be a father. When he finds Sophie, he doesn't knock politely. He stands in the doorway of her small apartment like a man claiming destiny itself. He doesn't threaten. He doesn't beg. He simply makes one thing clear-she will never struggle alone again. Sophie is carrying his children, and William Carrington protects what is his. What began in darkness turns into something consuming. Power collides with vulnerability. Control meets devotion. And Sophie learns that the most dangerous thing about William Carrington isn't his wealth or his authority- It's the fact that once he chooses her, he never lets go.

When Emmy's best friend, the King of the Dark Fae, pulls her into Court for her own safety, her life shatters into a world of danger, desire, and deception. And the fae who tempts her most is the one she can never trust. *~*~*~*~*~*~* Emmy has always known her best friend isn't human-he's the King of the Fae, ruling a realm where beauty is a weapon and loyalty comes at a cost. As rebellion rises and Damien's power begins to fracture, Emmy agrees to help him find a queen-someone who can legitimize his reign and calm the chaos threatening to consume his court. But in the glittering danger of the fae world, Emmy meets a mysterious man-a ruthless, magnetic fae whose allegiance belongs to no one. His interest in her is as sharp as it is dangerous, and every moment she spends near him draws her deeper into a web of conspiracy and deceit she can't escape. Caught between loyalty and temptation, light and ruin, Emmy must decide what she's willing to sacrifice. Because in a realm where crowns are won with blood and hearts are broken for sport, even love can be treason. ~*Author's Note*~ This is a slow-burn dark fantasy with sharp edges. Expect morally grey characters, power imbalances, quiet choices that hurt more than loud ones, and a romance that is intense, complicated, and not always safe. No one here is purely good, no one is entirely honest, and love does not guarantee mercy. If you're looking for a story about agency, survival, and what it costs to matter in a world that would rather use you-welcome. Read carefully.

A story of toxic obsession, the death of innocence and the high price of being "beautiful." Taekjoo wanted recognition.Yevgeny wanted him.In this university AU, academic rivalry twists into obsession, control and unwanted intimacy, where desire is claimed rather than given and being wanted by the wrong person can ruin you beautifully.

(meaning in psychology).the gradual weakening of a conditioned response that results in the behavior decreasing or disappearing.

He said, "trust me." She did. That was her first mistake. A dark romance where love feels soft but destroys slowly.