Powerimbalance Stories

A 21 year old, Vivienne Woods, who has just quit her job at a local retail store and is finishing out her last year of college, is desperately looking for a stable, decent-paying job to keep her afloat until she can get a "real" job. Spotting a "Secretary Needed" sign infront of a grandiose, art deco law firm, she doesn't hesitate to call the number plastered in large font on the bottom of the sign. Upon her interview, she discovers that the man she will be working for does not look anything like she pictured. She figured she'd be working for a old, wrinkly man. But he isn't anything like she imagined. Instead, he's tall, muscular, exceptionally handsome, rich, a little cold, and not a day over forty-five. Jon Bernthal, who is a stern and assertive Criminal Justice Lawyer, and also makes Vivienne's heart flutter whenever he enters the same room as her or holds eye contact a second longer than necessary, happens to be the sexy boss she will be working for. With increasing tensions, staying late at work, and desire building, Vivienne and Jon attempt to fight their love and lust for one another, knowing their realationship is wrong. But can they continue to resist one another forever?

Some boys wear their power like cologne. You smell it before they speak, before they touch anything, before they decide you matter. Krit Ananda was never just a boy. He was Thailand's most deliberate inheritance - carved from his father's empire, polished by expectation, and surrounded by women who knew exactly how to disappear when he finished with them. Everyone at Krungthep International Academy understood the rules of proximity to someone like him. You orbit carefully. You never expect warmth. You never, ever ignore him. Avery Collins didn't get that memo. She arrived as the daughter of two professionals contracted under the Ananda corporate umbrella - not poor, not powerful, not performing. She had a boyfriend she actually liked, a quiet sense of where she stood, and absolutely zero interest in men who confused control with connection. He noticed her the moment she failed to notice him. What follows isn't a love story. Not at first. Not for a long time. It is a slow, deliberate collision between a girl who learned to survive by staying invisible and a boy whose entire identity depends on being seen. Between inherited wealth and earned stillness. Between obsession mistaken for devotion and restraint mistaken for indifference. There are galas, hotel corridors at midnight, and trips to Phuket that look like freedom but function like surveillance. There is a fiancée who calculates everything, a boyfriend who represents every version of safe that stops being enough, and a bad boy who buys everything except the one thing that would actually cost him something. There is a secret that changes the weight with every passing year. And there is the reckoning - quiet, delayed, and inevitable - that neither of them is prepared for. Some wars never announce themselves. They begin. © Relle H.

This Man Belongs to Hell! He was the best they had. Until the day they threw him out. Once the sharpest mind in the highest defense force, he was cast aside for two unforgivable sins: the mistakes he cost lives... and the way he spoke to the dead. Ghosts. Souls. Whispers only he could hear, see and follow. Years later, the man he once set free returns from the grave of his past-carrying a blood debt that will drown an entire country in revenge. The force is desperate. They beg him to come back. But the woman now sitting in the position he once loved is watching every move he makes. He still has the ability no one else does. The dead still answer when he calls. And unfinished business does not stay buried forever. The question is no longer whether the country will fall. It is whether the man they abandoned will return... or let hell rise in his place.

Ariel spends his days under his father's cars and his nights burning other people's tires on the street. He figures talent and nerve are enough to walk away from any turn. Then Herman walks in. A luxury Audi sitting in the shop is too easy a temptation. Ariel takes it out one night, not knowing he's about to meet the man who owns it - the man who runs the bets, the streets, and a network that doesn't operate in daylight. Herman never raises his voice. One mistake is all he needs to put a rope around Ariel's neck and drag him onto his ground. What Herman doesn't say is that he'd been watching long before that night. That something in the way Ariel drives - the refusing to give, the pushing when he should brake - reminds him of someone he lost years ago and hasn't named since. But Herman mistakes having Ariel cornered for having him under control. Pressure doesn't break him. It makes him unpredictable. And between threats dressed up as favors and nights neither of them admits to waiting for, the debt starts looking like something else. Ariel finds out there's a part of him that answers to all of it. That his arrogance is turning into something with an edge. That every line he crosses costs him less than the one before. By the time he understands Herman never wanted his obedience - only to see how far he could go - someone will be dead because of him, and neither of them will be able to pretend this is still about a stolen car.

As the sun set over the city, Devereaux Enterprises hummed with quiet anticipation. At its helm sat Alexander Devereaux-ruthless, magnetic, feared and admired in equal measure. Beneath the tailored suits was a man who simply didn't know how to want something halfway; for Alexander, ambition meant control, and control meant everything. He didn't know it yet, but his world was about to change. A new employee was about to walk through his doors-a woman who would challenge everything he believed about himself, about love, about possession itself. Their collision was inevitable. Passion would ignite, boundaries would blur, and they'd both learn that surrender could be the bravest act of all. This is the story of Alexander Devereaux, and the woman who became his obsession.

She changed her name, raised her daughter alone, and built a life from survival and sheer will. Seventeen years later, Dr. Simone Harris is exactly who she fought to become. Then the past walks through her emergency room doors and everything she's protected starts to crack. Joel Ahn left Los Angeles as a teenager exiled by his own family, carrying guilt he never fully named. He came back a decade later with a wife, a hollow feeling, and no idea that the night that broke him also created someone extraordinary. Michelle is sixteen, first chair, and sharp enough to read every room she walks into. She's spent her whole life protecting her mother without knowing the full story of why protection was ever necessary. When the truth finally surfaces, it doesn't arrive gently. It arrives in fluorescent light, in legal documents, at a kitchen table where no one has a script and everyone is too tired to perform. This is a slow-burn, explicit, adult story about three people learning to tell the truth to each other. It contains domestic violence, trauma, parental grief, class and racial power dynamics, and love that arrives not in spite of all of it, but right through the middle. It is not a fast story. It earns everything it has. Mature audiences only. ©️ _RelleLebby_//R. L.

He's not a girl. But everyone thinks he is. To hold things together, he lets them believe it-one compromise at a time, until there's nothing left to protect. Ashe Tran woke in a white cube. No windows. No answers. Just the clothes on his back. One day he's a barista with a crush and overdue rent; the next, he's a captive inside a system that monetizes compliance and punishes selfhood. Every task costs credits, every indulgence has consequences, and the line between choice and coercion grows thinner with each passing day. To survive, Ashe must navigate the watchers behind the walls, the rules that rewrite his body, and the creeping realization that the Cube isn't just testing his endurance-it's rewriting who he is. A slow-burn descent into voyeurism, control, and forced identity performance-a story about shame, survival, and what happens when your body becomes the price of survival. White Cube Protocol - New chapters release every Friday. Patreon stays one month / four chapters ahead of the public release. Rating: X-rated. Tags: Sci-fi, Survival Game, Forced Feminization.

Two children were never meant to live each other's lives. Switched at birth, one was raised in wealth-loved, protected, and given everything. The other grew up in suffering-starved, beaten, and forgotten. At the age of twelve, the truth was revealed. He was never their child. The life he endured... was never meant to be his. And somewhere out there, the one who took his place was living the life that should have been his. Years later, everything was returned to its rightful place. The real young master reclaimed his name, his family, and his position. The fake one lost everything. Cast out of the family registry, he became nothing more than an outsider- someone who no longer belonged anywhere. But the man who once had nothing... refused to let him go. "You think this ends just because the truth came out?" A hand tightened around his wrist. "You lived my life for years..." His voice dropped, cold and unreadable. "So now, you'll stay by my side." Not as a brother. But as something far more dangerous. Bound by a past neither of them chose- what began as resentment slowly twists into something deeper... something possessive, something inescapable, something that feels dangerously close to love.

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 wasn't particularly fond of him. there was conflict. steamy. Jisung felt the same. Unfortunately, they were to co- exist with one of another. constant bickering.

What begins as a strategic alliance soon becomes a battlefield of emotions-can love grow in the ruins of grief and violence? Or will Asya's silence hide a secret that could destroy them both?

He was power. Control. Silence. She was never meant to enter his world. At just twenty-one, Aisha Khanna lands a coveted internship at Mehra Industries-expecting long hours, pressure, and invisible rules. What she doesn't expect is Arjun Mehra. A cold, feared billionaire CEO who doesn't notice interns. Who doesn't tolerate mistakes? Who never loses control. Until she steps onto the wrong floor. One accidental encounter turns into a quiet fixation. A test becomes an obsession. And professional boundaries blur under the weight of power, secrets, and unspoken desire. As Aisha proves she's stronger than anyone expects, Arjun's interest deepens-dangerously. And when she uncovers truths buried deep within Mehra Industries, she becomes the one person who can destroy him... or save him. Some obsessions ruin. Some obsessions protect. His might do both. 🌑 A dark billionaire romance filled with slow burn, psychological tension, power imbalance, and forbidden desire.

He was never supposed to matter. What begins as a chance meeting turns into a secret neither of them can afford-especially when one of them is chasing the highest office in the country. In politics, everything is negotiated. Even the things that feel like love. Set in the margins of a political campaign, The Hidden Clause is a BL about desire behind closed doors, unequal power, and the moment you realize that love was never part of the agreement. Because love doesn't scare ambitious men. Losing control does.

A young woman, unaware of her part-Fae blood, accidentally summons a demon.

He built an empire with ice in his veins. She walked in and made him feel fire. Elias Thorne doesn't lose control. Billionaire. CEO. King of New York finance - and enemy to anyone who wastes his time. Then Aisha Coleman storms into his office - broke, brilliant, and refusing to bow to him. He hires her out of pure curiosity. She should have been forgettable. Replaceable. Instead, she becomes his obsession. He craves her defiance as much as her touch. Wants to own her mind as fiercely as her body. But he doesn't believe in love. Too bad for him- She wasn't hired to worship him. She was hired to challenge him. And she might just bring him to his knees. A slow-burn, emotionally intense billionaire romance filled with sharp banter, explosive chemistry, and the kind of love that ruins a man forever.

"im aware of the madness that has stained our air, so i paint all the darkness and the wounds we must face" frankie, a princess from the realm of sauniry, has been living on earth for about a year when talia and auriana arrive to find iris. a day at the smoothie bar was always something that frankie and iris did together. a banana-peanutbutter-chocolate smoothie for frankie was a must, and nathaniel always made the best smoothies. no wonder iris likes him so much. one day, while iris goes to an audition, mephisto and praxina make their way to earth to capture her. frankie meets them after their failure and tells them of her status. she's one of them, and there's nothing they can do about it. from this point onward, she'll stay in the shadows and keep an eye on iris, and mephisto will go on and on about how much he adores this new ally. "fear has unleashed a storm through so much pain. the fires spread throughout my bones and stayed." // i do not own lolirock or its characters. all rights to the series go to zodiak. the only character i own is my oc. RANKINGS: 🥇1 - gramorr 🥇1 - mephistoxoc

In the shadows of Tokyo, Satoru Gojo-the strongest jujutsu sorcerer alive-has been watching her. Every late-night shift, every tired smile, every glance at the skyline like she wants to vanish... he sees it all. When one wrong look from another man shatters his patience, he takes what belongs to him. Y/N wakes up in a world of infinity: trapped, claimed, and slowly unraveling under the weight of his gaze. He promises protection. He delivers possession. She hates him. She needs him. And in the end, she'll beg to stay. A dark, twisted romance where love is a cage, obsession is devotion, and surrender is the only escape. 18+ | Read at your own risk.

Owned by the Billionaire I Should Hate Alexander Cole is 36, American, and a billionaire with clean suits and dirty power. He thinks control is mercy. Rebecca Lawson is 30, American, and an investigative journalist who dislikes men like him, yet keeps stepping into his path. She is also the sister of his sworn enemy. When danger comes close, Alexander offers protection with rules that feel like chains. Desire grows amid fear. Power becomes personal. Love endures, but it hurts. In this world, safety has a cost, and ownership is never straightforward.

Story Description: She was supposed to be a sacrifice. The last daughter of a traitor's bloodline - delivered to the king she never wronged, for a crime she didn't commit. But he didn't kill her. He locked her in a tower instead. Not out of mercy. Not out of madness. But because he wanted to ruin her. He hated everything about her - her name, her softness, her quiet defiance. She reminded him of the past. Of everything he lost. So he planned to break her slowly... until he realized something terrifying. He couldn't stop watching her. He couldn't stop wanting her. And the deeper he fell, the more dangerous he became. But Liora is not as innocent as she seems. And what blooms between them isn't love - it's something much darker. A king made of vengeance. A girl marked by fate. And a bond twisted by hate, built to burn them both.