Control Z Fanfiction Novels & Stories

' And he throws a tantrum shouting about why he should be allowed in everything, it lasts a few minutes. 'Yes I know Little Alpha but you are still very young and immature. And there are some situations that you can Not partake in. Do you understand what I am trying to say?' He does although he glares stubbornly at me. 'I said do you-' He growls yelling, 'Yes I understand! Now let me be with My Mate!' He demands sternly and I hand over control after I kiss her forehead. Telling her, 'Zavier is coming back but I'm still here for you okay?' She looks surprised but smiles, "Okay Tank." And Zavier eagerly takes control, I'll let him have his way for now. But the second he's sleep, she's Mine!

They called the 1st son of a family, they will use the sentence, "Young Master A, or they will directly called him in his name which is A." I hope everyone can remember this so that they are not confused while reading the next chapters . World Background •This story is set in alternative universe & Fiction only, Means this story is not real. •This story Zombie Apocalypse with a touch of fantasy. •This story is BL, Which means it's a Man × Man, Boy × Boy story. •The protagonist of this story is Gay. •There would be sex, Violence, crimes, twisted characters, ects. In this story, so if you are not into this kind of story, don't read it and please kindly leave.

Author P.O.V. “Hmmm…” Casey muttered as she scanned the series of books on her cousin's bookshelf. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as her fingers brushed over a particularly dusty volume. But nothing had quite caught her interest yet. Behind her, Zazu sat curled up on the couch, swirling wine in her glass with a smirk playing on her lips. She watched Casey with mild amusement. “So let me get this straight. You are telling me that lousy son of a bitch got that girl pregnant, and then you hurt yourself while spying on them?” Zazu asked, dissolving into laughter.

Because whatever this is—whatever rules he thinks he can put between us—we’re already past the point of control. AUTHOR'S NOTE: LET ME KNOW GUYS, IN THE COMMENT SECTION, IF YOU WOULD LOVE TO READ THE CONTINUATION OF THIS STORY AS A FULL NOVEL. IT SEEMS, REALLY HOT AND EXCITING THOUGH. DON'T YOU THINK?

I am Alpha Zane, and nothing, no one, controls me. I walk into the house and immediately sense her. She’s in her room. I wonder if she’s been waiting for me, as I commanded. God, I want to touch her—now more than ever. Snap out of it, Zane. That’s the mate bond talking. You’re stronger than this. You have to take control, or the council will see you as weak. Handle Katarina, I tell myself as I climb the stairs to her room. If you let her go unpunished, what’s stopping her from trying to kill you again? I open her door and see her sitting on the bed. She looks tired, like she’s been sitting there for hours, waiting for me.

I had a little surprise for him that I'm sure he'd like. "Okay. Then why do you seem so troubled with it?" I asked then suddenly his eyes hardened and his jaw ticked. He told me everything that happened today. With Dylan. Which left me furious. He told me that Zannicus can control himself whenever he was in heat, especially when he was around Ronan. But now it seemed different. Nic thought that maybe it's stronger now because Ronan knows and he's of age to mate. Oh, so that's why Zannie seemed a bit daze these past few days.

Zane rasped. "I do not know what you are talking about," Shirley replied in faux innocence. "No, no, you know exactly what I am talking about, I can hear your dirty thoughts from here and I can equally smell you. Do not tempt me Shirl because it is taking me a lot of strain to stay away from you, a little more of that sexual thought and you would see the little control I have left shatter," Zane said in seriousness. "What do you always do with all the control you have? At all times, it is always little control you have left, I am sure you are only saying that so that you can get the opportunity to touch me, you are nothing more but a sex addict," Shirley teased.

Iris moaned, her tits bouncing wildly as he pounded into her from behind. Cathy couldn’t help but stare. The fantasy she had played over and over in her mind for a long time was happening right in front of her, more vivid and visceral than any dream. She had wondered for months how to bridge the gap, how to make the first move in this strange, blended family dynamic. But today, the heat and the proximity had finally broken her resolve. She decided right then to go with the flow, she saw a dildo just close to where she stood she picked it up and decided to use it to please herself while convincing herself that he is her stepbrother which means joining in isn't allowed.

He said, quite shocked at my words, “if I lose control, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll barely breathe after the ordeal. Just go home now while I can still control myself.” “Then come fuck me, Zayn,” suddenly confident, my tone suggestively seducing. “No. You can’t take it, Fifi,” he insisted, “whatever you think you feel for me now will definitely die down once you go to college.” Too stubborn to listen and too excited to pass up this opportunity, I laid on my back, widening my legs so he could see my soaked through thongs. Deliberately, with seduction in mind, I began to touch myself, my things still on, “are you sure, Zayn? Are you sure I can’t take it?”

"What happened?" "I ran into Darian." The words tumbled out. "He tried to grab me, I dodged him, my eyes must have changed because he looked scared for a second, I almost... I wanted to." "You didn't." Zane's voice was calm, grounding. "You walked away." "Barely." "Barely is enough." He stood, moving to place a steady hand on my shoulder. "Control isn't about never feeling the urge to fight. It's about choosing when to act on that urge."