Control Your Mind And Master Your Feelings Novels & Stories

I swallowed and nodded. "Take control of the pain. Never let the pain take control of me. I'll never feel it if I don't let myself feel it. It's all in my head, it doesn't exist. Focus my mind, make it believe that there's no pain and it will all go away." As I said the words, I followed it and true to form; it started working. I didn’t know why he was teaching me to not feel pain, but I know that whatever the reason, it couldn't be good.

My Master is close to me. So close. His breathing bathes me in waves. The warmth of exhalation. The coolth of inhalation. But he no longer touches me. "That's good, Elizabeth. That's very good. When you get control of yourself again, I'll give you more." Control? My thighs are shuddering with strain. My arms sagging. "Master, I don't think I can support myself much longer. "No? That would be a shame. When I was just about to do this."

I stomped my foot in anger, as I pulled my hair and thought about how my body failed me and how I failed in controlling my emotions around me. "There's is no way, no way I would be liking him, no way I was like him. I love my woman and I would have this it for my wife," I reminded myself as a smile appeared on my lips. "You can do this Maxwell, resist him no matter what happens," I told myself hitting my chest like it was where my strength or confidence lies at.

’ "But, don't I?" "Don't you what?" He leans closer to me, his hot breath hits my face. "Control You!" If he's trying to intimidate me, it ain't gonna work! I stare him down. His huge eyes narrow. "I know all of your thoughts, dreams, emotions, fantasies and goals. All of it! I can also make you see what I want you to see. Do what I want you to do. Feel what I want you to feel! Do you get the jist of it now, Manuel!?" He nearly roars. I don't like the sound of that, not being in complete control of myself.

She felt much better but she really needed time to think and sort out her feelings. Silas loved her, with an obsessive love. If she was to stay with him she must be strong enough not to allow him to turn her into obedient nothing. She must remain in control, she must tame this Master. She knew his fears and she knew how he felt about her. It would be a big fat lie to say she didn’t have any feelings for him. Arya loved that fucked up man. He was her Mate, father to be and her lover. The funny thing was she somehow understood why he did that, she decided not to justify his acts but she simply understood that weird man’s feelings. He was a control freak. Well she will give him a lesson today t

Not that I thought she would, but you never know with people. “Seeing your little display earlier, I believe I realize why Lord Claudis has requested my services to train you. To put it simply, you lack control. You wear your emotions on your sleeve, and for a witch, that is unacceptable. As you can see, I harness my emotions internally. I don’t need to get angry, upset, or happy to call on my powers. I am a master of control.” She walked around to the side of the room encircling me, so I walked in the opposite direction, eyes trained on the ball of fire in her hand that had begun to grow. But like she said, she wasn’t mad, I couldn’t feel her emotions. By all accounts she was as calm as eve

“No, I am ready. Tell me what to do.” Theo, clearly enjoying torturing me, crossed his arms. “Fine. First thing’s first—stop whining and focus. You want to learn early transformation, you’ve gotta learn to control your emotions, all of them. Anger, fear, joy, all of it. Especially the ones that make you feel out of control.” “You mean like... when I’m overly excited and act like a maniac?” I asked with a sheepish grin. “Ooooh, that’s a big part of it,” Theo said with a wink. “So, let’s see if you can even manage that.”

Then, one rainy night, it hit me. My father hadn’t meant the beating of the body, of the physical form. He didn’t mean physical strength or even will. “The best leader is the one that cannot be beaten, mind and soul.” And that was the night that my training started. The day that I became the heir to the largest pack in the world, the day that destiny changed. I spent the next decade training relentlessly, both my mind and my body. Until one night. It was a full moon, a blood moon to be exact. We were celebrating. Everyone was happy, but happiness didn’t end wars.

I said, and he chuckled. “Well, this can also be debated,” he said l, and continued. “It is okay to have feelings. Anger, love, hatred, fury, even desire for revenge…those are all the feelings that form a part of all of us. What matters is how we cope with them. What matters in combat is to not allow the feelings to control you, but you should control them. And in life…I guess it’s different. Sometimes, you must give in to your feelings and let them guide you.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts and focus solely on the task at hand. Slowly, I raised my hand, mentally commanding the energy to stay dormant, to not disturb anything around me. I opened one eye cautiously and saw that nothing had moved. Encouraged, I opened both eyes fully and saw that everything was indeed as it should be. "Good," Grandma said with a nod of approval. "You see, it's not just about the physical movement; it's about control. Your mind is just as powerful as your hands in this regard." I felt a rush of accomplishment and relief. The idea that I could manage this strange ability with my mind was both empowering and reassuring. It meant that with practic