Controlling Novels & Stories

“Which is why I want to be certain you understand what you’re agreeing to.” “Tell me,” I said. My pulse had already started to pick up. “What am I agreeing to?” He studied me for a long moment. “Complete control means I set the pace. I decide what happens and when. Your only job is to feel what I’m giving you and tell me if anything goes wrong. That’s it.” “Okay.” “Your safe word is your limit. Not a suggestion. Not something to push through. If you use it, everything stops. No questions. No hesitation. No punishment for using it. Understood?”

Admiring. "You planned everything perfectly." Kazuki chuckled. "Well," he said, slightly amused, "this level of strategy is basic." Cassy laughed lightly. "Basic?" She leaned her head against his shoulder. "If this is basic, then what would you call advanced?" Kazuki smirked. "Total control." Cassy looked up at him. "You already have that." Her voice carried admiration. "You control the supply. The market. The narrative." Kazuki's expression grew more self-assured.

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.

He felt that his control was slipping from his hands. 'This creature is my family. Stop giving me these ideas.' Colton said, getting his control back. . #TBC

Wolf explained to the others. "Yeah but that was just the tip of the iceberg. He was completely controlling to all three of us, Mom too. He picked out all our clothes, he made all our schedules, he insisted that our house be perfect at all times, Mom had to make fancy dinners every night along with huge breakfasts every morning, we had to gets A's in every class, Mom had to be wonderful at her job. There wasn't one aspect of our lives that he didn't control or at least try to." I took a deep breath. This was going to be the hard part.

Increasing the pressure, she opened wider, seeking more, and he gripped the back of her neck like he'd thought she'd pull away. Like the first time, he kissed with dominance and barely leashed control. A man who clearly knew what he wanted, sought his pleasure, and still managed to make the experience all about her needs. He explored as if learning and simultaneously recognizing her in the same breath. Utter annihilation. She trembled and moaned.

I shook my head incredulously. She fucking can't tell everything to them. They're our things. No. This time I can't live her so easily. She thinks she can control me but she doesn't know that I let her control myself. She hasn't seen my strictest dom side yet, that's why she is doing this. But now it's time to show her that side too. Max: We have to do something, guys to control them before they plan to do something. Let's meet and decide.

A message then popped up saying, "Just like your mind reading abilities, you can't just start from the top, currently your at level on of this ability, which means you have to be in physical contact with the person before you would be able to activate mind control" "I see, so it's like my mind reading abilities. Level one is physical contact, two is a very small radius and just like that to five, which is focus. But since I'm in level one, I can't just focus my mind control on a particular living thing, which means I have to make physical contact with it before I would be able to control it. But how would I do that when this beast keeps moving around?" Kaikuh didn't know what to do so she de

The question felt too simple. Too easy. And deep down I already knew the answer wouldn’t be. Her gaze held mine. Unwavering. “No.” Of course not. My chest tightened. “Then what does it do?” “It makes you strong enough to control it.” That word again. Control. Not destroy. Not remove. Control. Because whatever that thing was— It couldn’t be erased. Only contained. Only ruled. My fingers curled slightly. “…and if I lose control?” The silence that followed It was heavy.

⸻ “Define… control.” This time— more insistent. ⸻ More aware. ⸻ Adrian stepped forward slightly. ⸻ “Control is responsibility,” he said. ⸻ A beat. ⸻ “Knowing what to do—and when not to.” ⸻ The entity stilled. ⸻ Processing. ⸻ Lena stepped forward next. ⸻ “Control is power,” she said. ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “Taking what others can’t protect.”