Control Z Novelas e Histórias

Control, C. Control V. That has been my life for about 10 years. Copying and pasting the works of great men and women. Call me scum, loser, or even fraud. It doesn't matter to me. Why try to compete with genius when it's staring at you in the face. Don't you care about getting caught? What about plagiarism laws?

He said with a confident smile. "Oh, like a sex break?" Amanda asked as she wondered if Alex was really serious, she couldn't see him going on a sex break. He nodded his head. "Don't say it like I have got no control, I will have you know that I can keep myself down. Let's see who can go the longest for a week?" Amanda laughed. "Are you joking?" "What's wrong Amanda Walters? Are you scared?" He said teasingly. She laughed. "Ha ha, really funny Alex. But no, not really. But fine, I'm in. Let's bump on it." They stretched out their hands, bumping fist. "You know what sucks?"

I said quietly, the name rolling so naturally off my tongue that I could hear the three men groan. "Get on the bed on your back, and lift your arms for us." Taylor said, I did as told and watched as both Cade and Taylor worked on handcuffing my hands to the headboard with padded handcuffs, they felt much better on my skin than the ones I had used, and after they made sure they weren't too tight, their hands left. "Do you have a safe word? Cade and Xavier are into CNC, but overall safewords are used whenever you want to stop everything. For today, since you'll be able to tlk, you can just use it if you want to stop anything that is happening." Taylor said. "Uhm.. apple sir," I said, and he no

the CEO said, shaking both our hands, "you've figured something out that most people spend their whole careers chasing." I looked at Eli. He was looking at me. "Yeah," I said. "We have." SIX MONTHS LATER Adrian's Journal - July 2026 I used to think control was about domination. About knowing every outcome before you reached it. About building systems so tight that nothing unexpected could infiltrate. I was wrong. Real control is knowing what you can't predict and choosing to show up anyway. It's trusting that the person next to you is seeing things you miss. It's building something with someone instead of building walls against the world.

he said carefully, “we don’t let it happen accidentally.” Lena frowned. “What are you suggesting?” Zayden looked at the street ahead. “We test controlled emotional output.” Lena’s expression shifted immediately. “You want to influence people… intentionally?” Zayden didn’t deny it. “We already do,” he said quietly. A pause. “Now we decide how.” Silence. Lena didn’t like it. But she understood it. That was the problem. In the control facility, Eliot watched their behavioral map shift again. He exhaled slowly.

But beneath it— There was something else. Every time I spoke, I felt it. His attention. Not obvious. Not inappropriate. But present. Aligned. Like a silent current running beneath everything we said. Mid-discussion, I passed him a document. Our fingers didn’t touch. Not this time. And that— Was intentional too. Because control wasn’t about absence. It was about discipline. About knowing when not to move. About choosing restraint with the same precision as action. Charles spoke next, his tone neutral, but his words carefully selected.

he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. “Thank you. I did some mind control stuff earlier… oh God, I am going crazy!” she laughed, grabbing her head with both hands. Marcus's eyes widened. “Mind control?” “Yeah, like….” She sighed, fixing her gaze on the flower pot. With a deep breath, Zyra focused on the flower pot, willing it to rise. To Marcus's astonishment, the pot began to lift slowly into the air, hovering steadily. Her eyes glinted with concentration and a hint of amazement as she controlled its movements.

“You’re supposed to be dead.” He gave a small smile. “Death is relative in our line of work.” “You said you know about the cleanse.” He nodded. “I do. But you need to understand it isn’t a cure. It’s a reset.” “What does that mean?” He gestured toward the old telescope near the window, its lens cracked but still glinting in the low light. “Victoria’s serum her entire line of genetic architecture was built on the idea of control. You can’t erase something like that by removing it. It has to be overwritten.”

"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."

"All of them are dead, but we have to carry on all this work because they order us to do this before they died." "Shit! how did the zombie managed to get into this city?" Fred asked. "Two of our bosses got into a fight, and one of them came in, picked the injection that contains the virus. Then injected the second boss. After five minutes he turn to zombie before we know it, he has bite so many people and they keep on biting themselves that is how it multiplies we couldn't control it because....." The one replying Fred and he's friends said while trembling.