Controlling Chapter Novels & Stories

He reached for the book and turned it slightly so it faced him more. “Look again,” he said, pointing at the chart from earlier. “This section shows voting shares. You understood that part.” “Because you explained it.” “You still caught on quickly.” I leaned forward again, following where his finger rested on the page. “So if someone controls the majority of these votes,” I said slowly, “they basically control the direction of the company.” “Yes.” “And the board can’t override that?” “Not easily.” I looked at him. “That sounds like a lot of power.”

I tried to breath it off, but I knew a certain part of her was right. Seemed like I had to start taking charge at what was really mine. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n Hi there, everyone. I hope you noticed that I split the chapter into two. It’s actually to make the coin system less expensive. I’m personally a reader too and when the book is too expensive, it frustrates me to the very end… Lol… enough of my rants. Please leave your thoughts!!

Three was less than I could handle. Where was the fourth? I focus my senses on them, still, disregarding their companion, assuming that perhaps he’d fled. I listen and watch them closely, that is, until I hear a little whimper and my eyes find that cowardice fourth, the tallest of the group, gripping that young girl, claws to her neck.

Damn, can I really control myself? TO BE CONTINUED

Chapter 72 The warehouse had become a stage for control, perception, and instinct. Every puddle, every broken pane of glass, every shadowed corner was part of a rhythm we now dictated. The stepbrother had retreated, regrouped, and adapted—but the advantage was ours. For the first time, the predator was reacting to us, not the other way around.

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The Ghostwriter looked up at the white line high above, smiling sadly. “I didn’t write the title of Chapter 100,” he said. “Nobody did. The Author left it blank on purpose. She said only the characters could decide what the final page is called.” Suddenly, the giant Eye swung its red light toward the book. “Found you,” the machine voice hissed. The book started burning at the edges. “Listen!” the Ghostwriter yelled over the crackling flames. “I can send you to the 100th chapter now. But there’s a catch. To get there, you have to skip Chapters 61 to 99.”

Charles read it standing, the way he read everything that mattered, and when he reached the end he set it on the table with two fingers, flat, the same gesture he gave the summons and the breach report, the gesture that meant he was choosing to control something rather than react to it. He looked at her. She watched the calculation move behind his eyes, fast and total, the same machinery she had watched take apart Sayle's two years of erasure. She knew, before he opened his mouth, exactly which direction the machinery was going to land. "No," he said. "Charles."

I stood there for a second, my eyes scanning the street without really seeing anything, my mind focused entirely on one thing. I’m certain I have blocked completely in the city that no doctor will help me get rid of this baby, papa really knows how to use his powers and people to his advantage. I let out a slow breath, my jaw tightening slightly as I processed it fully. “I see what you’re doing,” I muttered under my breath. Control. They’re trying to control the outcome without directly interfering. Smart. Very smart. Because now, if I want to move forward with this… I have to step outside their reach.

-=- This chapter is still part of the R18 series. If you are not over 18, please skip this chapter and proceed to Chapter 66. -=- Clara was taking control and was kissing him like she was on a mission. She wanted Baz to know that she was ready wherever this may lead them.