Control Your Mind And Master Your Feelings Mga Nobela at Kwento

I am not afraide of you. " You should be," he said with a smirk, his gaze hevy, measured weighing every inche of me. I hated the way it made my body respond, he stepped closer, not touching. But close enough that I could smell the sharp tang of him. He filled my senses with a sweet scent. " You think you are ready, do you think you can control everything. Control isn't about stopping, it's about knowing when to let go, and when to hold back. " Are you trying to scare me ," ?

I explained as he breathed out. "I understand. I really think I need to work on my anger. I will apologize to Nick."He said, hesitating with the last set of his words. "Fine. Meanwhile, anger is something we can't avoid feeling, but we can always control it. I find the breathing technique very useful in helping. And most importantly, a set of words from holy writing always helped me." His eyebrows raised a bit, as he stared at me with a weird kind of focus. "I'm all ears,my darling."His voice rang in my ears, making my stomach churn a bit.

It's a good thing she did not interrupt me. “You were too calm with him.” I told her bluntly. “I didn’t want to react.” She said in defense. “That’s a start, but not a strategy.” “What’s the difference?” She asked. I stepped closer to her, lowering my voice enough for it to stay between us. “Control.” I said. “You don’t just hold yourself together. You control what the other person feels.” She watched me carefully. “How do I do that?” “Conversation.” I replied. “And silence.”

I absolutely wouldn’t let these base impulses control my actions or dictate my night. Taking a deep, agonizing breath, I consciously suppressed the unnatural fire coursing through my veins, forcing my body to cool down through sheer force of will. My knuckles turned even more stark white as I gripped the porcelain sink harder, focusing every single ounce of my spiritual energy on regaining absolute control over my senses. I held my breath until the heavy heat finally began to recede, leaving me feeling grounded, cold, and in full self-control once again. I took a slow, steadying breath, splashing more of the cold water on my face to clear the final remnants of my racing thoughts.

he said simply, moving to stand a few feet in front of me, "because you cannot train something you cannot feel." I folded my arms loosely, watching him. He was unhurried in a way that did not feel like indifference, it felt deliberate, like every movement he made was already thought through. "Today we are not going to push anything," he said, "today, I want you to simply breathe." I frowned. "Breathe." "Yes," he said, unbothered by my tone, "because the first thing you need to understand is that your control does not start with power, it starts with your own body, and most people who struggle with this struggle because they skip that part entirely."

“To me, I already have the strength above everything else. Everything and everyone must surrender to me and be controlled in my hands." Feelings are just a redundant accessory. In my eyes, those who want to fall in love are just naïve and stupid.” “…” Anna was momentarily speechless.

She asks as her eyes grow as wide as saucers. “Yes, and I’m sure you can feel mine.” She shakes her head no. “Close your eyes. Focus on what you are feeling right now.” “Okay…” she says, closing her eyes and calming her breathing. “No, when you have your emotions controlled, I want you to feel around in my mind. Have your wolf help you.”

" She relaxed and moved her hips, slowly grinding into me before bouncing on top of me. I held her hips or ass, occasionally my hands would travel up her stomach, feeling the soft yet hardness of it. She was a moaning mess when she fucked herself on me, riding me like I was a horse. Her head was leaned back, her hips stuttered, and she was struggling to breathe. "Breathe with me princess." I sat up and circled my arms around her waist. She panted and rested her head on my shoulder. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders as she kept moving, breathing as I did. I felt in tune, I felt in control and it was making me throb. She cried out as played with her clit, rubbing rough tight circles.

The word leaves my lips in a low whisper, swallowed by the water. I inhale slowly, forcing my body to relax, forcing my mind to empty. This is why I do this. Control isn’t something I lose. It’s something I reclaim. The water becomes my focus… the heat, the rhythm, the sensation washing everything away. His voice fades, his face blurs, and the tension loosens, piece by piece. By the time I step out, wrapping a towel around my body, I feel it again. That familiar stillness, that power, that control.

The silence was suffocating, but I had learned how to breathe through it. The lessons Kelvin had given me weren’t just about fighting or surviving physical attacks—they were about controlling my mind. How to push past the panic that crept up when fear clawed at my chest. How to focus when everything in me screamed to break. He had told me once, “The mind is the first weapon you have. Control it, and everything else follows.”