Books Like Control Game Novels & Stories

Finally, he glanced up, his piercing gaze settling on me with that infuriating calmness. "It's not the armor," he said, holding the book open to a page covered in strange diagrams. "It's your energy. You're letting it spill out in every direction, like a leaky bucket. If you don't control it, the armor will feel like it weighs a ton." "I am controlling it!" I snapped, though I had no idea what he was talking about. "And what's with the book? Am I supposed to read my way into becoming some mystical energy master?"

I was overstimulated and frustrated. I didn’t know if it was anger at the fact that I was being harassed or something else. Something that I was trying to deny. And that terrified me. *** Later that night, I stood in my room, hands gripping my dresser so hard that my knuckles turned white and my breathing was hard. This was the control I had heard whispers about. They were controlling me without really laying their hands on me. Their powers were clawing into my mind. I closed my eyes. This was a mission. A game. And I wasn’t going to fucking lose.

He’s setting the stage for the real game. And we’ve just walked into it. Nathan Control is a fascinating thing. People think it’s about power. Fear. Intimidation. They’re wrong. Control is about patience. I sip my whiskey, watching the city unfold beneath me from the penthouse window. The skyline flickers, lights stretching into the darkness like veins, pulsing with life. Behind me, Vince waits. Silent. Calculated. I don’t look at him as I speak. “She’s with them?”

The library felt like a gift, and that was what made it dangerous. I moved slowly along the shelves, trailing my fingers across the spines of books. The contact sent a faint shiver through me, not pleasure exactly, but recognition. Something inside me loosened, not relief and not comfort, but a thin strand of control I had not realized was missing. The titles were familiar in tone if not in detail. Business. Finance. Strategy. Leadership. Negotiation. The kinds of books men like Jaden collected to justify their decisions after the fact, volumes that framed dominance as intelligence and conquest as foresight.

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!

* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice. I finally understood the essence of this game. Play the White Moonlight? Die. Play the Maid? Die. Play the Family? Die. As long as you are "human," as long as you approach him with a goal, you are a dead end. Because in his eyes, "human" is synonymous with betrayal. I want to win. So I can't be human. "System," I gripped the hourglass tightly. "I don't want a physical body." [Player Halen, your request violates the rules.]

“As much as you resist it, you need all of us.” Finn’s arms folded across his chest, that lazy grin replaced with something sharper. “Mine too,” he said, voice low, teasing but dangerous. “Don’t forget that.” Gunner stepped forward, dark and dangerous. “You don’t run from what you are, Zorya. And you don’t run from me.” Kai simply watched, silent, calculating, wolf snarling faintly in his mind as he analyzed every movement, every breath I took. “Control is an illusion,” he said softly. “But you… you are all chaos waiting to be ordered.”

Whatever it was… me pretending not to want our little game and him… being the big bad wolf. He didn’t respond… I could hear his hard breath as he slowly closed in. “You just can’t help yourself, right?” I added a sharp edge creeping into my voice. He stopped right… close enough to feel him even without touching. I swallowed, lifting my chin slightly. “What is this, Lucas?” I continued, quieter now but no less challenging. “Another one of your control tricks? Push, pull… wait for me to snap?” Silence. Then shocking me, he said… his voice low, “What game does it seem like I’m playing?”

" Eugene smiled indulgently. "Don't believe in anyone else, and trust in your own feelings. How can I feel at ease when you're like this? "Seems like keeping you by my side is my only option." "Alright." Not long after, I returned with my sister and lived together with Eugene, and many transmigrators appeared in this world as well. One day, I became the one who maintained the order of this world, the one in control. Then, I created a whole new world.

“There are so many reasons why you being in my company would be advantageous,” My voice was tight, “Care to elaborate.” “All in good time.” I huffed and put on my business boots ready to kick down whatever plan he had in mind, “Well Mr Emerson, it appears that you might actually need me, which as you will know in the business world gives me a significant amount of leverage,” I had pressed the buttons, opened Pandora’s box as I heard a cold voice respond. “You are playing a dangerous game, Miss Laurence,” “Oh really, Mr Emerson,” my voice was coy, “I thought you would be used to playing dangerous games. You seem to do it so well with all your rivals or should I say, enemies.”