Can T Control Myself Novels & Stories

I have lost my sanity and good judgment; all because of one stupid boy. I ponder my plausible remedy for the disease that plagues me. If I can only indulge these illegal desires, the fulfillment will lead to a permanent release from the curse. I have no reasoning for this, no logical proof that this will be the case. But I must break free of these chains, no matter what. But it's best to exercise restraint. Maybe training myself to ignore these animal impulses will help more than giving in to this emotional nonsense. I always thought I had above-average control over my impulses, well, at least until I entered this new world.

I just don't know how to control myself. I mindlink Elijah that I need to speak with him immediately and jump out of bed to get ready for the meeting, making sure not to wake Andrew. Upon entering Elijah's office his head snaps up and he gives me a tired but friendly grin. "I need your help. There is something wrong with me. I just can't control myself. All I want to do all the time is tear Andrew's clothes off and I am scared I am going to hurt him. This is not normal!!!"

I was slowly sinking into my own demise, and lately I felt like I was lacking the strength to push further. I got up from bed and stretched my body. Looking around the room, I saw Adriano's laptop and a few files open on the plush cushion in the room. Then it hit me. Me acting like a deprived sex addict. Me breaking down in front of him. Me saying stupid things I shouldn't have. "What have I done?" I gasped. My eyes brimmed with tears once more. Why do I lack so much self-control? "No. No. No." I shook my head in disbelief. Have I ruined everything? What was I going to say?

My thighs press together involuntarily, seeking friction, relief, something. Shawn's knuckles go white on the steering wheel. "Your scent just spiked," he says quietly. Mortification burns through me, hot and shameful. "I can't control it." "I know." His jaw works. "But you need to get it under control before we arrive." "How?" Frustration sharpens my voice into something jagged. "It's not a switch I can just flip—"

His eyes follow my every action. Jesus Christ. This man wants me bad. Why is he fighting this? How is he fighting this? His control needs to be studied as a course on its own. Or maybe it needs to be obliterated from existence. Completely, because it’s really fucking pissing me off. “Repeat that and listen to yourself. Does that even sound right coming out of your mouth?”

I knew that the moment i fellt myself letting of control for him. I’ve always prided myself on being in control. Everything has gone according to a plan, a schedule and an end goal. Spontaneity. I was fine with control. Losing control once threw my life in a loop of chaos and fucking destruction and I can’t do chaos. Chaos is the source of all evil. Chaos would push me over the edge I’ve been walking for as long as I can remember.

"Never give up, Lade. What are you most afraid of?" The question seemed simple but it had a lot to it. "Myself," I voiced after much thought. "Why?" "Because I don't believe I have control over certain things that I do and they will always have consequences," I said answering him honestly without skipping any details. "Well then see that red dot as that part of you that stops you from closure. Take back your control from it!" he hankered and I allowed the words to sink in. He was totally right. I needed to not be a slave to my inner self anymore. I was my own person and nothing could control me.

I muttered. “I know.” “I hate that you’re right.” “I know.” I ran a hand through my hair. “This is exhausting.” “Yes.” “That’s not helpful.” “It’s honest.” I let out a quiet breath. “I don’t know how to stop.” Kaiden stepped closer. “You don’t stop.” I frowned. “What?” “You adjust.” “How?” “By not fighting yourself.” “I’m not fighting myself.” “You are.” “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are,” he said. “Every time you force control instead of letting it settle.”

We both held each other tightly, as we both drifted off to sleep. CONRI. I'm going insane! I'm fucking going crazy! Everything is just crumbling around me. And I can't do anything about it. This is not me. This is not who I am. I am always in control. I get whatever I want. Why then I'm I not able to handle everything right now. Why does it feel like my world is about to shatter right in front of me? And I won't be able to do anything.

Angry tears that I couldn't stop. "Every time you touch me, I forget everything. Training, responsibilities... everything. All I can think about is more. And I hate it. I hate that I can't control myself around you." Zane spoke quietly. "Inka—" "I'm weak." I looked at each of them. "My body is weak. My mind is weak. My wolf is weak. And worst of all, my self-control around you three is nonexistent. That's on me. But you don't make it easier."