Novel & Cerita Controlling Chapter

"Just another chapter. That's the tittle of Peach's last maestra. And you are the protagonist in it. The two of you. You never came out of your shell. That is why I just give it to you right now. What a timing right? I hope soon you'll get better Sevastian..." With Sevastian's shaky hand, he flip the pages one by one. Reading every single words carefully while tearing up... ******************OCEAN_TEN*********************************************************************

He looked confused and frowned. "Now, leave." I firmly said crossing my arms. Without telling him twice, he left the room. I can't believe I just stood up to him. I did it. I can control myself! I will not let him play me...not anymore. * * * I hope you liked this chapter! Please like, vote, and comment! It really helps! Thanks! D, Word count: 1792

But now all because of her I can't focus, I kept turning the pages of the book only checking the headings, I have already checked two books but nothing, there is nothing about how to break a mate bond in them. My vision was already starting to turn black out of anger, I slammed my fist on the table as my hands began to shake, I could feel anger and pressure built up in me, I can't think Straight, it's like something is trying to control me... I placed my hands on my head trying to stop the voice from controlling me, "kill her and everything would be back to Normal" it commanded, my entire body was shaking now as I collapsed on the chair in front of me..

“who wouldn't? I'm just kneeling here like a goat waiting for slaughter" He reaches out, his fingers tracing a line along my jaw and circling my lips. “Lesson three: control.” "Am I forgetting how to breathe" “This is control, my fiery dove "he says softly, My heart races as he leans in, his lips brushing over my cheek. It’s not a kiss, but it's enough to set me on fire. “Every touch,” he whispers, “every command… you’ll learn to crave them.” I hate the way my body reacts to his words and under his touch

Chapter Two Levi's POV Levi Black had learned early that the world rewarded control. Control your temper, your words, your expectations. Control the narrative before someone else wrote it for you. Control the fallout when the people you loved inevitably broke themselves against things you couldn’t fix. It was the only way to survive when love felt like handing someone a loaded gun and hoping they wouldn’t aim it at themselves. So he controlled everything he could.

The practice continued. End of Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-One

I said quietly. She returned to her seat, head a little higher. I faced them all again. “Control is not about strength. It is about choice. The beast will always be louder, hungrier. You decide when it speaks — and when it is silent.” I tapped the board again. “Obey the moment. Obey your intent. Obey the line you draw between man and monster. That is how you keep everyone in this room — and everyone beyond it — safe.” I let the silence settle.

"But it's your world. You created it! You can control the world, the land and use it against Zara even if you can't control her directly.” "I can't do anything with the land! Or the world! I can't directly control the world! The world is just there, fixed and there's nothing I can do. There are no control stones for worlds. I only control the people in it and monitor their decisions and change their mind when needed, and also control their actions when needed.”. “Then control some powerful men. Make them defeat her. Control their actions!”.

If you want, Chomi can continue Chapter 152 by introducing a subtle internal tension—a senior executive begins to question the founder’s philosophy, testing whether Blackwood’s fully decentralized system can withstand internal friction without Ethan stepping in. Do you want me to do that next?

he said. My eyes widened. “What do you mean I don’t?” I demanded. Marcus’s expression was grim. “You can’t stop the spine,” he said. “You can only control it.” My heart raced. Control it? But how? My eyes flicked to the key. It pulsed. It hovered. It waited. Like it was hungry. Like it was demanding. Like it was alive. I looked at Marcus. “What do you mean control it?” I asked. Marcus took a step closer.