All-Powerful and Brazen

No one knows how, but from one day to the next, Mel was suddenly able to do anything. Whatever she wanted just happened. Scientists were baffled and declared her omnipotent.

She now leads a happy family life with her husband and two children, but her husband Rob becomes increasingly worried as he notices Mel using her powers more and more freely—and not always responsibly.

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"Daaaad! Are you coming or what?" Therion, Mel and Rob's energetic 15-year-old son, stood impatiently at the bottom of the staircase with his sports bag in hand. He was already wearing his jacket and shoes and more than ready to go.

Rob cracked open the bedroom door and poked his head out. "Be there in a minute, champ!"

With a gentle click, he closed the door and turned to face his wife. She sat on the bed, her knees pulled to her chest, while she absentmindedly gazed out the window at their lush garden. After all these years, Rob still couldn't help but admire how her chestnut hair cascaded down her shoulders in a voluminous flow. The strands gleamed in the soft light filtering through the curtains, creating a halo around her head.

When in close proximity to his wife, Rob's fingers could not help but bury themselves in the velvety touch of its strands, savoring the velvety touch and lingering smell of the conditioner she had used the night before.

"He's expecting me to attend his basketball match," Rob said.

Mel stretched her arms above her head, letting out a loud yawn that caused her white shirt to cling tightly to her curves. Her bosom heaved with each breath, making it hard for Rob to focus on anything else. "He can expect all he wants," she replied nonchalantly, running a hand through her tousled hair.

"You do know why he's doing it, right honey? Bypassing you."

"Yeah, of course!" Mel replied more enthusiastically than she intended, slammed the blanket off her, and swung her legs to the side of the bed. "It's because you're his favorite." She stood up and stretched, causing her long hair to sway back and forth on her back like a dancer. With a sigh, she took a whiff of herself and grimaced. "Ugh, I reek of sex. A shower is definitely needed."

Rob grabbed a tube, squeezed some cold gel in his hand, and began fashioning his black hair while glancing in the mirror, granting himself a messy hairstyle. "You know there's is no time for that."

Mel gave him a playful smirk, her emerald eyes sparkling with the mischief he so adored. "Is that so?" she said.

Rob could have slapped himself against the forehead for making such a remark. Of course, there is time for Mel. There is always time for Mel. Time is Mel's bitch - just like everyone and everything else.

It reminded him yet again that living an everyday life with an extraordinary woman was something he'd never quite adjust to.

His mind drifted back to the memory of his first date with Mel, a hazy evening spent in a sleazy country club. Rob had thought the place would be romantic with its bright, fake pink roses adorning every corner.

It's been almost twenty years since then. At the time, Rob was just a naive 16-year-old who had yet to experience much of the world. But somehow, the popular and admired Mel, who was two years his senior and the queen bee of their school, took notice of him. He felt like the luckiest guy alive when she gave him her number. Little did he know that small drop of luck would soon become an ocean as he would bask in her bliss.

Mel's commanding presence and unwavering confidence were the first things that caught Rob's attention - second only to her cascading locks of hair, dazzling smile, and endless legs that made her tower over him by a mere two inches.

As someone who tended to be more reserved and submissive, Rob was fascinated by women who exuded an aura of assertiveness and control.

And boy, was Mel in control of things!

After a few drinks during their first date, Mel's tipsy state became more apparent. She drew closer to him and whispered in his ear with a voice that bore the scent of fruit-flavored Bacardi Breezer. "I know your cravings, and I can make it happen, hotshot." She gave him a playful wink.

Rob released a frustrated breath and turned to his wife as a pair of balled-up socks hit him square in the left eye, snapping him out of his daydream about their first date.

A bra dangled from Mel's finger. "Help me with this, will ya?"

Rob sniggered while stealing a glance at his wife's curvy butt that stuck out from under her shirt, firing up his dangling cock. "You, the all-powerful Melanie Storm who can end the universe's existence with just a flick of her thoughts, need help putting on a bra?"

"Of course not, silly! I just need a moment of intimacy with my wonderful husband before starting the day is all. We haven't even cuddled in bed. You just rudely jumped out of bed like a caveman the moment you unloaded your junk in me."

Rob snuggled closer to his wife, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind in a gentle hug. Mel's curvy and warm buttocks embraced his junk as if protecting it. "Sorry, hon." He showered Mel's smooth shoulder with kisses, tickling her soft skin with his stubbles. "I just have an important business meeting in an hour and want to go prepared. If I haul this project in, Mr Gladis will definitely make me his partner."

Mel looked longingly over her shoulder at her husband's smiling, handsome face, reawakening her desire for sex. "A snap of my fingers is all it takes to make you partner of Mr Gladis, you know that right? I could even grant you full company ownership and demote Mr. Gladis to a mere subordinate. Sounds quite tempting if you ask me."

Rob's nimble fingers threaded through Mel's soft, velvety chestnut locks, stealing a quick whiff of their sweet aroma. "I know, hon. It's just not how I want to achieve things in life."

"Ugh, spoilsport! Playtime then!" Mel snapped her fingers with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, causing Rob to suddenly shrink down to two inches tall and land softly upon her open palm. His startled expression was met with Mel's gigantic, wide grin as she looked down at her tiny husband. "Dance for me, pretty boy!" She began poking her tiny husband with her pinky finger. "Oooh, aren't you the cutest? Yes, you are." She added with the voice of a mouse.

"Mel, please." Rob vainly attempted to avoid his wife's incoming finger. "Not now; I have to go." He glanced about anxiously as he balanced on the edge of her hand, the floor a dazzling distance away from him.

"Sure, run along! No one is stopping you here, little man. Just take the leap." Rob defiantly crossed his tiny arms, giving his wife a significant look.

Mel let out a frustrated groan. "Fine!" She snapped her finger, returning her husband to his original size.

"Thanks, hon. Gotta go now." Rob leaned in for a quick kiss on Mel's lips. With his hand on the doorknob, he turned around. "Please behave yourself today with Therion. He's already anxious to let you attend his basketball match."

Mel looked shocked. "Anxious to have his own mother around?"

"You do get a bit over-enthusiastic sometimes."

"I'm just rooting for my son. What's the problem with that?"

"Nothing. It just becomes awkward when your loud shouting causes the players to question whether they should follow your instructions or those of the coach and when you begin calling other parents’ dead catfish."

"I've only done that once. And it was well deserved!"

"Thrice, actually. And Therion is fed up with it."

"Fine." Mel crossed her arms. "I'll behave today on my word of honor. Well, go get them, tiger!"

After taking a quick bite, Rob dashed off and hopped into his car to drive to his meeting—which, to his surprise, went positively well!

As he pulled up to their house, he couldn't help but feel excited to share the news with his wife. He sped through the front door, eager to tell her all about it.

"Honey? Therion?" he called out, his voice echoing through the spacious living room.

He greeted his 13-year-old daughter, Joy, who bore an uncanny resemblance to her mother, including her incredible height and long chestnut hair. The only difference was that Joy's hair had a more curly texture, courtesy of her father's genes.

Despite being two years younger, she was already the same height as her brother. Joy sat on the couch, absorbed in her laptop with headphones on. Her lively grass-green eyes noticed him. A curt but warm smile was granted to Rob before the girl's focus returned to the screen, giggling at whatever was happening on it.

The backdoor flew open with a loud noise, and his son and wife stormed into the living room in the midst of a heated argument. Therion barged in, tossing his sports bag into the air before it landed with a crash next to the couch where his sister was sitting, causing her to jump in surprise.

Therion pointed his finger at his mother. "That was the last time, Mom! From now on, I only want Dad to be there with me during my matches!"

Rob gave Mel a look that begged for an explanation.

Mel's expression was filled with remorse as she glanced back at her husband. "I called his coach a filthy pig."

"No, you did not!" Therion said. "You called his wife a filthy pig. Then you called Coach Clarence, a biblical tyrant who deserved to suffer the wrath of all ten plagues."

Rob gave a heavy sigh, rubbing his forehead.

"And that's not all!" Therion continued. You turned his wife's hair pink and transformed their chihuahua into a cockroach."

"After, she threw that bottle of water in my direction." Mel defended.

"It's still not justified to use your powers in that way. You're becoming more radical with each passing day."

Rob, who looked like he had a throbbing headache, turned to look at his wife. "Why on earth would you say something like that, Mel?"

"Because he replaced Therion for someone less talented, that's why!"

"Podric is a much better scorer than me," Therion said. "He's crucial to the team."

"You're crucial to the team, son!" Mel said. "All the other parents say so."

"They are all lying to you," Therion replied.

Mel let out a laugh. "I don't believe that. I honestly think they find you the best."

"No, they don't. You find me the best. Well, guess what? I'm not, mom. I'm just an average player—below average even, to be more precise."

"But all those other mothers and fathers were cheering for you as if you were the star on the team."

"Are you that stupid, mom? That's because they all know who you are and what you can do. They are all afraid of you! I'm afraid of you!" An awkward silence swept over the living room, with only the sound of Joy's sitcom to be heard still playing through her headphones.

"I'm going to my room." Therion stormed up the stairs. Rob stopped his wife from going after their son.

Mel felt Joy's hand wrapping around hers. "I'm not afraid of you, Mom. I wish I had powers like yours someday. Then I could turn the entire world into a giant Disneyland!" she exclaimed with a beaming smile, but her tone turned ominous as she continued, "And I'll definitely use them to settle a few scores here and there."

Mel gently touched her daughter's cheek, smiling faintly.

"Ugh, please not, Joy. One omnipotent family member under this roof is more than enough." Rob said as he led his distraught wife to the porch. They sat down together on the rocking bench.

Mel grabbed a cigarette from her pocket and shook her head in disbelief. "Well, that was quite a revelation."

Rob comfortingly draped his arm around his wife. "Don't take it too seriously, hon. The boy is simply confused and means well."

Mel looked at her husband with sincerity and asked, "Are you afraid of me?"

Rob met Mel's piercing green gaze with a heavy sigh. "Can't deny that I sometimes am."

Mel sighed heavily as she plopped deeper into the bench. "Great! My own husband and son are afraid of me." She lit up the cigerette, took a drag and handed it over to Rob.

Rob took the cigarette from Mel's hand and gave her a reassuring smile. "At least Joy isn't afraid of you." He winked.

Mel rolled her eyes and snorted. "Joy isn't afraid of anything. That girl is just downright crazy."

Rob laughed, taking a slow drag on the cigarette. "Touché to that. Let's hope our daughter doesn't inherit your powers, or we might have a global disaster on our hands."

A small chuckle escaped Mel's lips. "What I do find amusing, though, is that those fuckers at the government are also scared shitless."

"Yup, they even attempted to kill you twice."

"And both times, they failed," Mel said.

Rob's fingers intertwined with Mel's as he gazed into her eyes, his expression full of sincerity. "I want you to hear me out. From the moment I began dating you and learned about your abilities, I knew our life together would be far from ordinary. But you know what?" "

"What?"

"My love for you remains unchanged, with all of my heart. I wouldn't want you any other way."

"Thanks." She let her head fall on Rob's shoulder, snuggling up to him.

"You can be frightening at times, though," Rob said, causing his wife to shoot him an irritated glance. "But the scariest moment for me was during our first date when you revealed your powers."

Mel sat up straighter, intrigued. "You never told me that! You always said how much more amazing I am once you learned about my powers."

"I did, and I still do. Although, there was a single moment that shook me to my very core."

"When was that?"

"It was when you showed me a miniature version of the universe floating in the palm of your hand, brightening the grin on your face. That's when I truly understood the extent of your abilities. Here was an erratic girl of just 18 years old with the power to end all life as we know it with just a squeeze of her hand. The entire existence at your mercy, powerless against your every desire. It terrified me. It felt like I was dating… God or something."

Mel sniggered and eagerly reached for the cigarette, taking it from her husband's hand. "I would never do something like that."

"I believe so too, yes. But it wasn't the exhibition of your immense power that troubled me. It was the expression on your face. You were reveling in it. You enjoy being so powerful, don't you?"

Mel averted her gaze and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke through her pursed lips. She swept her finger to shoo a cloud away that was blocking the sun.

"By the way, don't you always know when someone is lying?" Rob changed the subject.

Mel shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "I do. But sometimes, a comforting lie is more pleasant to hear than the harsh truth."

"Therion is a good guy."

"The best!" Mel said.

"Just like you," Rob said.

Mel took one long drag from her cigarette and blew it out above her head, where the smoke mingled with a spiderweb, immersing the spider and its captured flies and mosquitos in a hazy curtain. "I ain't just the best, hon. I'm God, remember?" She playfully winked, referring to what he said just a second ago. "I can do whatever I damn well please!"