Books Like Control Game Novels & Stories

Replaced by something colder. Something sharper. Something far more dangerous. Control. Complete. Absolute. Because panic is temporary. But strategy? Strategy is everything. And I’m very, very good at it. “So this is how we’re playing now,” I say softly. “To the end.” Cassain took my shadows. Evelessa burned my path. Lira killed my ally. Thalrion thinks he can control the board. Let all of them think that. Because while they’re watching each other, while they’re reacting, while they’re fighting in the open I’ll be rebuilding in the dark.

Not control. Something far more dangerous. Identity.

“You think this game is just about appearances?” I lean back in my chair, hands resting calmly on the table, fingers intertwined. “This game,” I say slowly, “is only about control. About preventing chaos. About protecting the one thing that matters.” Her eyes narrow slightly, lips pressed together. For a moment, I almost respect her persistence. Almost. “You’re dangerous,” she says finally. “You always were. But so was I.” I let a small smirk cross my face. “Then you’ll understand when I say this again,” I pause, voice low and sharp, “leave the country. Or you won’t leave at all.”

She opened it—pages parting easily now, as though the book recognized her exhaustion and offered no resistance. She flipped past the early chapters she had already memorized. Deeper. To the sections she had only skimmed before, too afraid to linger. *Control of the Undead* The script here was denser, colder. Diagrams of binding circles, sigils of domination, lists of names for the restless dead. Zombies—simple thralls of flesh, bound by will alone. Ghouls—carrion-eaters, drawn by hunger, controlled through offerings of meat and bone.

“If you’re reading this, you’ve already seen the files. We need to talk. Tonight. North stairwell. Midnight. Come alone. Or Thomas won’t be the last body.” I crushed the paper in my fist. They wanted me afraid. They wanted to control the game. But they’d forgotten something. I am the fucking game. And tonight? I’m flipping the board.

Chapter Two Levi's POV Levi Black had learned early that the world rewarded control. Control your temper, your words, your expectations. Control the narrative before someone else wrote it for you. Control the fallout when the people you loved inevitably broke themselves against things you couldn’t fix. It was the only way to survive when love felt like handing someone a loaded gun and hoping they wouldn’t aim it at themselves. So he controlled everything he could.

The door clicked shut. Alina stood frozen, her coat still half draped over her arms. Her skin was hot despite the chill that slipped through the room. She didn’t know who Iris was exactly, but she knew enough: powerful, uninvited, and clearly once close to Julien. Julien didn’t move. He simply looked at her. “Don’t let her get in your head,” he said “She knew you,” Alina murmured. He nodded. “This place attracts people who want control.”

"I'm not. Anyone can likely make anyone else orgasm with a little effort. It's a physical response to physical stimuli. I loved last night. I loved the hot, hard cocks filling my cunt. I loved them spurting their cum into me. I loved the sounds they made when they orgasmed, the sounds I made in response, the sensations of their hands on my hips, their movements, the smell of cum, mine and theirs. I loved every moment of it, which is why my Master let me experience it. I was not being punished by having those five men fuck me, I was being rewarded. "If you had seven orgasms, I likely had two or three that number because I loved it. I will not say you didn't enjoy an orgasm or two or even ten,

Eve said. She came to sit close to him, and she took his hand in hers. She smiled. "I really love your shirt." Elvin grinned. "Thanks. I was scared it wouldn't be your size." "So, the game we are playing, was it like the kind you and Lisa played?" Eve asked. Elvin slightly shook his head. "No. Yours is more complex. More arranged. Filled with more deception and seduction." Everybody was a pawn in this game. The entire city was like a board game. If Elvin tried to flee from her, Eve would lockdown the entire nation, and she knew the right people to call.

The light caught his profile — angles carved out by precision and control. “If I’d known, I’d’ve had him escorted out before he got near you.” “Escorted out,” I said, cruelly. .”You mean dragged. Or killed.” He didn’t flinch. “If necessary.” I laughed, a low, humorless laugh. “You hear yourself, right? You talk about people’s lives like they’re chess pieces to be swept off the board. You think control is a matter of safety, that fear is means of protection.” He placed the glass down, carefully. “I believe that control is the only thing that helps people survive in this world.”