Novel & Cerita Can T Control Myself

It was 7:30 p.m. The air tickled my face as I moved forward. Once again I found myself in Theo's house. I needed to let him know what I had just done. I let out a sigh as I rang the bell. Besides the fact that I had to tell him what I did to his uncle, I wanted him to help me, I trained for almost a month but I still had no clue on how to control myself when I needed to. No matter how hard I try, whenever I hear her name...I lose control of myself.

She did not what she was doing with this poor soul. “Abhimaan control yourself. Don’t go there. She did not do it intentionally, it just happened. control. control” he chanted same thing in his mind when he felt her moving lips on his skin. He took long breath to calm his horny hormones who was growing in wrong time. He was well aware that he was getting sexually frustrated but he could not do anything except inhaling and exhaling to calm himself down.

“You're always acting like that, asking for forgiveness and sounding like you understand how I feel about our past. But then you intrude on my meetings, propose an agreement like this, follow me at work as if you were chained to me… Do you understand yourself? Because I’m not.” “I think the problem is not whether I understand myself or not, but rather that I can't control myself…” he murmured “Once I let my emotions dominate me and I made a big mistake with you. Now, it seems like no matter how hard I try to try and fix this, I keep getting it wrong again and again.”

The emotions kept flooding into my soul and I couldn't push them out no matter how hard I tried. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm trying to stop it. I cannot control myself," I pleaded. "Well, I don't care. You have to learn to control yourself. This cannot keep happening, okay? This has to stop!" he yelled, sitting back on his bed, feeling frustrated.

But, despite the ambiance of solace, i couldn't shake off the feeling of turmoil that had been brewing petite inside me. I had always struggled to control my powers, to keep them from overwhelming me. It was like trying to tame a dangerous beast, one that was constantly threatening to break free and wreak havoc. But now, with the stress of the past few days weighing on me, I was finding it harder than ever to keep my emotions in check.

The only person who looks at me and sees past the money and the power to the mess underneath. "Then why does it feel like I'm losing myself?" My voice cracked. Why do I look in the mirror and not recognize the woman looking back? Why can't I remember the last time I made a decision that was just mine, without considering what you'd think or how you'd react? His hand tightened on mine. Because I've been suffocating you. Not intentionally, but effectively. And I don't– He stopped, jaw working. "I don't know how to stop. How to care about you without trying to control everything around you."

“Or almost? I do not want that image in my head.” “You owe me.” I said again. “You could ask for literally any other thing.” “I am asking for this.” “Sorry for the repetition but again, why can’t you not just get one of your own witches to—” “Because I am admitting that I do not have control.” The words came out harder than I intended. “And I know witches. If there is something that spreads faster than their magic it is gossip. I have to be in control. Always. And I cannot allow anyone to know that I am not.”

“Yes, I can!” “No!” I say, laughing a little more and shaking my head. “You can’t! Your whole life is about control and keeping things in line – about trying to fucking – fucking harness the wind, or something impossible like that! Keep a fucking muzzle on Mahl – these impossible tasks that you tell yourself that you can do, that you have to, and then you let them eat you up and you loathe yourself when you fail –“ “Really,” he snaps, crossing his arms over his bare chest, his jaw clenching. “So now not fucking you is a monumental task, akin to taming some elemental force.”

What the heck, woman. I could control my heart. Life had taught me exactly how to lock that particular door and walk away from it. I could control my brain. God knows I’d spent half a decade proving that, building a whole new empire back up from nothing while raising four children mostly alone, no breakdowns, no slipping. But my body, specifically my pussy apparently, had never gotten the memo that Jacob Grey was supposed to be a closed case. It was like I turned into some horny fish the second he got within breathing distance. Gills flapping. No self-control. Pathetic.

In the end, the doctor concluded, “Miss Hamilton, you don’t have any psychological disorders.” “But I really think that I’m abnormal!” Anna was displeased with the doctor’s verdict. “I am completely unable to control myself!” “Even if you tend to, it’s only a mild presentation. You can relax, Miss Hamilton. As long as you focus on your self-control, it is possible to completely avoid losing control.” “Focus on my self-control?” “Yes.” “So I won’t need to take any medication for this? How will I be able to control myself without medication? Please prescribe me something for it.” Anna clasped her heart. She was concerned that a situation like that might happen again.