Control Freaks Book Novels & Stories

"I was wondering how I should broach the matter with you. I was so worried you'd be tortured by your past." I was a little surprised to learn that someone was looking out for me. After finishing my oatmeal, Julian took me to the therapist whose services he'd engaged way in advance. The therapist had a friendly smile. "This is the young lady you've made an appointment for a month in advance?" My face heated, and I felt puzzled. Julian chuckled and explained, "I didn't know when I'd take you to therapy, so I booked all the available slots." I muttered my thanks, and he left the room.

“I think about being bent over the grand piano, or being pressed down to the altar ground. I began, these were the lightest of my lusty thoughts. And the more I thought about it, the more I felt like my mother was right. I am indeed possessed. He was quiet now, but I could hear his heavy breathing. And my fingers slipped into me, easily, I placed bother legs on the wooden partition between us, opening myself side and started fucking myself hard and fast with my fingers. The squelching sound filled the air around us, I know he could tell what the sick and possessed Amand was doing. “I feel the dick, fucking me like I’m a deeper than a well.” I was losing my control, my words breaking and bein

Her so-called baby was nothing more than a fake ultrasound used to extort money. When she was taken away at the ski resort, she cried so much that her makeup ran. Even though she kept screaming that she was my friend, no one believed her. Greer Group released a statement completely cutting ties with Owen's company. All those partners who used to suck up to him disappeared overnight. The company went bankrupt, his fancy cars got repossessed, and just like that, he lost everything. A month later, I was sitting in the CEO's office of Greer Group, watching the rush of traffic outside the window.

I had almost lost control of my scent, and he would've known that I was an omega playing alpha dress up. I had frozen for half a heartbeat when August had brought his lips to my neck, before forcing it down again. My body had tried to betray me, and I had almost let it. If I had lost control even for a moment, my life would have been over. Because someone like Asher would have noticed, and Asher noticing meant everything falling apart. The idea alone made my stomach tighten. I pushed harder on the ice, skating faster like I could outrun the memory. “Darren! Are you even listening?” the coach snapped again.

Megan's POV I know what I am doing is called craziness because I couldn't control myself anymore, and I blame it on the alcohol I drink. And I wanted to blame my best friend for leaving me inside my car when she knew I could no longer walk inside the house, and when Ashton started kissing me, I felt like I was floating in the clouds, and I didn't want to go down on the ground anymore.

Old Cassie probably let other people do the bean counting while she lit everything on fire. “Would you relax,” I said, softer. “I’m not planning a coup. I just hate being blind. You get that, right? From one control freak to another control freak.” After having no control over my murder, I couldn’t leave anything to chance.

However, Larry just found it laughable. "The Northern Trade Center had just had a terrorist attack yesterday, and the healing center is full of injured and wounded pack members. And yet, you still had time to think about decorum?" Erina's expression finally turned cold. "I was also traumatized. The scratches caused by the silver dust don't feel great. And besides, the pack has its own funds. You should not need to use your own money to fill in the gaps."

“Is there a trick to figure it out?” “If there is, I don’t know about it,” he says, chuckling. “I’d love a cheat sheet to how it all works and how to control it, but for now I fight it for as long as I can, and then when it takes over I’m just along for the ride.” “But it’s technically your wolf… right?” “Well, yeah. It's kind of like the blue moon acts as a steroid. It gets my wolf all hyped up, and he gets crazy and uncontrollable.”

Holy. Freakn'. Orgasm. Carlie recovered her wits God knew how long later. Even then, she couldn't really move. Didn't want to. She'd heard of explosive sex, enjoyed some good times in the past, but experienced even better times with Acat and Chaob. But what they did ? How they managed to both be inside her. Both fucking and coming and ? She preferred not to dwell on the mechanics of it, even as she couldn't help an after quiver of delight. Whatever and however they did it, one thing became clear. They've spoiled me for anyone else. Bastards. They probably knew it, too.

Every micro-error accumulated, forcing him into reactive motion, stripping away instinctive control. Elias shifted, tried to adjust, tried to regain the rhythm—but every movement was anticipated, every reaction constrained, every hesitation exploited. The city itself became our instrument, each street and alleyway a chord in the symphony of control we conducted. Elias’s eyes flickered, his grin fading. Doubt, for the first time fully exposed, crept into his expression. Stepbrother’s voice confirmed it. “Containment achieved. Vulnerability maximized. Probability of full dominance: absolute.”