365 Days With Self Discipline Novels & Stories

Physical exertion might clear my head. Frost covered the grass, crunching under my boots. My breath formed clouds in the pre-dawn air. Winter was settling in hard, earlier than usual. The cold felt good against my skin, still too warm from the renewed bond. Like I was running a perpetual low-grade fever. I started with basics—stretches, then push-ups, sit-ups, mountain climbers. The routine felt familiar, grounding. In the human world, I'd discovered discipline through training, building strength when I'd had nothing else to rely on. The routine had saved my sanity more than once.

“Keep it close.” “Always.” I pushed the door. Cold night air knifed in. City noise swallowed the bass. The SUV idled at the curb, windows dark. Streetlight washed the alley in sodium yellow and made everything look tired. I checked the watch biting into my wrist. Tiny teeth. Focus. Time carving itself into habit. Thirty days on paper. Fewer in practice. The countdown already felt personal. Amber Cole had just walked into my life. Tomorrow she’d decide. Silence wouldn’t save me this time.

The landlord's voice echoed in her head like a bad dream. "Three days , Jessica . If you don't pay, you and your junk are out". Jessica tightened her grip on the cracked envelope in her hand . Another bill. Another threat. Another reminder that no matter how many shifts she worked or how many meals she skipped, she was never going to be enough. The flourescent lights of the diner buzzed above her. She stood behind the counter in her worn uniform, her apron stained with coffee and stress. A customer snapped his fingers impatiently, but her vision blurred. Her finger trembled.

“I’m sorry I can’t come for training today. I’m so exhausted.” After sending it off I paused to reflect for a second on how far I have actually come with this. Training? I remember it had all started as something ….so impossible to concieve but now it was starting to grow into something else entirely. It wasn’t just self-defense anymore, it had become routine. Discipline. The doctrine of control. Damien had encouraged it from the beginning. And to my own surprise, it had become a huge part of my journey to reclaiming myself. Thirty minutes later, I locked my office and drove myself home.

Indeed he knew his own power so well he had thrown it in her face. Hastily Elena stifled that disquieting train of thought. Her attraction to him was a crude, coarse, hormonal thing that had got the better of her self-discipline, she reasoned painfully. An irrational chemical reaction. Had she contrived to lie there like a stone statue he would’ve been a lot less keen.

When Malcolm heard the last few words, he could not help but frown. Julian, what do you mean by saying 'Is it possible?' Is there something wrong with your head? It is a good thing for a child to be smart. And it is better for them to be smarter. "The three of them are very good at self-discipline. Moreover, self-discipline is a kind of control of desire, a rejection of temptation. Having self-discipline means that they are of high quality, they love themselves, and they care about themselves. What's not good about this?" Malcolm said coldly. But in fact, really seldom children could do that.

"Naomi too." "One woman once went thirteen days without water, though the average is about three. You're tough. I think you can handle another day or two before it gets really serious." I don't answer him. Conserving my energy is more important right now than making conversation with a monster like Frank. He's just playing games anyways. If he allowed it, he could have three or more Warriors just come in here, hold me down, and let them do whatever they wanted with me. But he won't do that. He's purposely waiting for me to give up, because he gets some sick pleasure from this.

I’ll make you want me, I will make you beg for me He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting hers. “I won’t lock you up. But don’t provoke me.” He stood, giving her space. Turned away. “You have three hundred and sixty-five days,” he said. “One year. I’ll do anything. Buy you the moon if that’s what it takes. And if you don’t fall in love with me by your next birthday, I’ll set you free.” Emily stood up. She didn’t think. Just ran. Straight for the door.

Anna laughed, “Then how come you want to control yourself today?” He wanted to control himself, but she was excited instead, wanting to tease and make fun of him, to vent her displeasure of being oppressed over the past few days. “Come on, I’m all cleaned up for you…” She whined sweetly, almost making herself nauseous. Liam couldn’t stand it anymore, his eyes blazed, he had no self-discipline when it came to her. “You’re the one initiating it!” “I thought you wanted to control yourself! What are you doing? Don’t tear at my clothes…

she scolded herself, scrambling to put her bra and shirt back on. Once dressed, she adjusted his position on the bed, pulling the covers over him. “I-I’m disappointed you fell asleep… but what am I supposed to say to you tomorrow?!” she whispered, gazing at his handsome face as he slept soundly. “What were you so confused about that you thought this was the answer? If you hadn’t passed out, you’d probably hate yourself once you sobered up. You’re terrible—don’t you dare try to seduce me again, because I’ll just give in!”