Controlling Novels & Stories

"That is the first thing you need to understand. Whatever you think you know about him, whatever picture you have in your head of the man you are going up against, add ten layers of control on top of it and you are getting closer." "I have seen him operate," I corrected her. "You have seen his surface," Ulla laughed. "That is different." She looked back at me. "Control is not an act. It is not a performance he puts on for the room. It goes all the way down. He makes decisions the way other people breathe and without emotion getting in the way." She paused. "Almost without emotion." "Almost?" I asked. She smiled again. "Almost." "What gets through?"

Everyone in this room does. Then he looks at me again. “And you, Lady Liana. Do you agree?” The question does not sound like a question. It sounds like he wants to see if I understand my place. My fingertips rest on the edge of my cup. My voice stays even. “Yes,” I say. “Control is something that must be held, not assumed. If you stop holding it, it doesn’t stay.” Adrien looks at me for a moment longer. He did not expect that answer.

he said finally, voice steady, “your goal isn’t just chaos. It’s control. We will make them think they discover things, but we will control everything that happens. Timing is everything. I nodded, eyes fixed on the screen. “I understand. Every move has to hit at the right moment. No mistakes.” All the hours passed as I updated posts and checked forums and cross-referenced every comment. I refreshed notifications, watching the chaos unfold and hoping it stayed on the tracks I had laid. Liora had no idea. Garrick had no idea. Adrian—well, he knew, but he had agreed to wait.

🖤Alexandra🖤 I picked up the spoon again, taking another bite of the food like the conversation wasn’t important, even though I was watching him from the corner of my eyes. “Control,” I added, “control is real. Control keeps things where they should be. Predictable. Stable.” That’s what I understand. That’s what I trust. Jacob moved then, slowly walking around the counter until he was standing right in front of me. Close enough that I had to tilt my head slightly to keep eye contact.

Looking at the screen I see she'd kill two people already, leaving only two left. "Again." Pushing on my head again I pull her into my mouth, working my tongue against her as I suck her off. She got louder as I pleased her, even her hands were struggling to stay on the controller. "S-shit… one left." She groaned, keeping a hand in my hair for a moment longer. Taking her into my throat again I felt her legs twitch and strain under my touch, she was close. "Don't stop." She grunts, still trying to finish the game. Moving my hand under I massage her balls, feeling them clench and swell.

Completely under his control. *************************

Connection over control. Choosing each other.

He said. Ginawa ko naman ang sinasabi niya, and I was surprised na iba 'yung feeling ngayong ginagamit ko ang ability ko, like I was able to control it fully. "Now, here's the catch. To be able na i-control 'yan mid-air, you need to focus. Tignan mo kung ilang ugat 'yang ko-kontrolin mo. Tignan mo kung pantay ba ang sukat ng bawat isa, kung gaano ka-effective mo ia-atake. Isipin mong ko-kontrolin mo 'yan." Mahaba niyang litanya, in short, i-observe ko before doing it.

he asked suddenly. The question caught me off guard. I leaned back slightly. “It used to.” “What about now?” “No,” I admitted. “Now it listens.” “How?” “Because I stopped treating it like something to cage.” He frowned. “But everyone keeps saying I have to control it.” “You do,” I agreed. “But control isn’t the same as suppression.” He tilted his head. “What’s the difference?” I thought for a moment. “Suppression is shoving it down and pretending it doesn’t exist. Control is knowing when to let it breathe.”

I lay back, chest rising and falling, the pulse of the house beneath me, and understood fully: control, framed as care, was absolute. And I would endure it—strategically, quietly, and with keen observation.