Books Like Control Game Novels & Stories

"Because I’m not some weak, helpless girl you can control." His smirk widened. "No, you’re not." He took a step closer, and my breath hitched. His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, his touch deceptively gentle. "You think I scare you," he mused, tilting his head. "But I don’t, do I?" I swallowed hard, refusing to look away. "I think you’re a control-obsessed psychopath who enjoys playing games." Kael chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Maybe. But admit it…" He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "Part of you likes the game."

"Look at that you can obey... And here I thought you were all dominant." "Dominance is the power you have over another without displaying it as well. Look how enthralled you are, a kitten desiring my attention so desperately... Do you think you are still in control or are you simply doing as I wish you to do." A simple mind game with some truth to it was enough to give her pause like she was believing herself in control. But she has only been feeding her desires which I have been controlling ever since the hot spring. Games like this are dangerous when the person supposedly in control doesn't realize they have released control before they even began. That's when she removed the blindfold whi

The other player, the biggest among them, who Fiel noticed at the onset of the game to be so gruesome as he always makes sure to remove the head of his opponent, looked at Fiel and the black ninja as if checking, who is easier to defeat. When the platform started to move to circle around; the black ninja swiftly flew into the air with his feet extended, positioned like a sharp knife. His direction was to Fiel’s place. The gruesome player, evilly grinned when he saw the black ninja’s direction. He waited for him to fall down on Fiel while in his mind, he has the thought of both letting them fall on the ground to be gobbled by the lions. He knew what to do to make it happen and he positioned h

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

"You know, chess is a game of control. Every move. Every decision. It's all about maintaining command over the board, over your opponent." Ava looked up from the game, her eyes meeting his. She could feel the intensity of his gaze, and there was something in his words that hit her. "You seem to know a lot about control," she said, her voice carefully neutral. Carver's smile was slow and deliberate. "Well, control is a fascinating concept, don't you think? It can mean so many different things. Control over oneself, over others, over circumstances." Ava's mind was racing, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words. She knew that there was something more to this conversation, something mor

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

“And what have you learned?” “That control rarely belongs to the loudest voice,” Gabrielle said, tracing the edge of the book. “It belongs to the one who sees the movement before it happens. Predictive positioning. Not reaction.” Silence. “Not a common conclusion,” he noted. “Common conclusions are rarely useful.” She blurted sharply. That earned a real reaction—small, but unmistakable. He leaned forward slightly. “Have you read The Art of War?” She nodded once. “Yes.”

And whether she liked it or not, that made her a target. I headed back to her room and let myself in. If she wasn't going to tell me where she'd gone, maybe her belongings would. The room was exactly as feminine and frilly as I'd expected—all pastels and lace and delicate furniture that looked like it would break if you breathed on it too hard. But the books on her nightstand told a different story. I picked up the first one. The Art of Blade Combat: Techniques and Strategies. The second. Mastering Self-Control: A Guide to Mental Discipline.

Calm. Familiar. Dominic’s posture tightened instantly. “You came,” I said. A pause. “I was invited.” Face to Face—Finally No projection this time. No image. Just voice. Presence. “You made it obvious,” Ethan continued. “Deliberate exposure.” I leaned slightly forward. “And yet you’re here.” A faint silence. “…Curiosity,” he said. Mind Games Begin “Or control,” I replied. “Control implies certainty,” he said. A beat. “You don’t have that anymore.”

And in her place, a monster of his own making would be born. The next night, at exactly 3:14 AM, I stood by the private elevator door, dressed in a sleek, all-black tactical outfit I had salvaged from the back of my old closet. I held a small, modified electronic disruptor—built from the components of Kai's spare smart devices—pressed against the main control panel. My watch ticked to 3:15 AM. The guard shift began. Three... two... one. I jammed the disruptor into the wire seam. The control panel sparked violently, the digital screen flickering out as a beautiful mechanical voice chimed through the empty penthouse: System Override. Maintenance Protocol Initiated.