Controlling Novels & Stories

I pressed my hands against his chest, not to push him away, but because I needed something solid to hold onto while the world spun out of control. “What if I lose her,” I whispered in the dark. “You won’t,” he said. “Stop saying that,” I snapped, my frustration finally cracking. “Stop promising things you can’t control It’s driving me insane!” He caught my wrists, his grip firm and grounding. “Then listen to what I can control,” he growled, forcing me to look at him. His voice dropped lower. “Then listen to what I can control.” I looked up at him. “I can control how I show up,” he said firmly. “I can control how careful I am. I can control how disciplined the club stays. I can control not gi

“…if you push the system harder, you risk accelerating the transition.” Evelyn didn’t look away from Damian. “Or we take control of it before it finishes.” A beat. “Victor.” “I’m here.” “I need everything routed through him.” Silence. “…you’re serious.” “Yes.” “That’s not a stabilization protocol.” “I know.” “It’s a control override.” “Then do it.” A pause. Not hesitation. Calculation. Then Victor moved. Fast. Systems unlocking deeper than before, rerouting command structures, shifting authority from automated control to something more volatile.

“Yeah.” “Oh, that’s worse.” “Yes.” Because this isn’t brute force. This isn’t chaos. This is control. Precise. Calculated. Dangerous. The Unwritten speaks again. “Priority… manipulation.” “Exactly.” “Outcome… unpredictable.” “No,” I say quietly. “It’s not unpredictable.” Both of them look at me. “It’s controlled,” I continue. “Just not by us.” The connection pulses again. Sharper this time. More focused. And then— It happens.

His voice was roughened with raw desire but there was restraint in it too. He slowly pulled back and clasped my hands in his. His touch was gentle, steadying, and full of warmth. “Juno, hear me,” he started again. “The weapons we bought at the Black Market — they’ll help, but they’re not what will save you. The most powerful weapon anyone can have is control. You must retain control over your desires, their fears, your thoughts, your actions, and even your emotions.”

Too deep! He put the medicine in my mouth continuously, changed this and that, was working but he received a phone call, thought he would let go for a while but he pressed the button to listen and his lower body still did it, one hand He covered my mouth tightly, he nudged my pussy harder and harder, his voice calm, his voice low, he said, "Hello, can I hear that?"

A little more of someone who could… retaliate, survive, own space. He stopped me mid-pivot and adjusted my shoulder, palm in my back firm. “Don’t rush the recovery,” he instructed. “You can’t throw everything at once. Control is strength.” I breathed, refocusing like a soldier taking aim. In that small, quiet moment there was only the tilt of my hips and the weight of the world tuned down to something manageable.

I wasn'’t sure who it would be, but it really didn’t matter, I knew none of them would really resist me, not if they had me for themselves. Lo and behold, as expected, when the owner of the room came in, it was clear he was trying to hold back, but there were no words needed to be exchanged for him to realize we both wanted this. Now that I was being pounded into, I realized how loud they made me be. Elijah was so good at what he did. And the cocky asshole knew that much, He knew exactly how to position me so that his cock was reaching deep within me, stroking the deepest part in my core. I was struggling to control my noises, the way his hand slid from my shoulder blades to the back of my n

He saw Soren as someone who loved to be in control, Juno smiled and quickly removed the blindfold. Soren's response was cut off by another hard kiss, his lips parting under Juno's as he felt a surge of electricity through his body. He never thought he would be so turned on by someone else taking control but there was something about Juno's confidence and assertiveness that made him weak in the knees. Juno's hands roamed over Soren's body, exploring every inch of him as if he was trying to memorize the feeling. He traced his fingers along Soren's muscles, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

I say. Aidan nods. “Yes.” Matteo leans against the console, arms crossed. “Define what exactly. Because right now, this just sounds like we’re planning to stand still and hope for the best.” “It’s not standing still,” I reply. “It’s controlled consistency.” He raises an eyebrow. “That sounds like standing still with extra steps.” “It means we choose a single mode of interaction and never deviate from it,” Aidan explains. “No matter what they do,” I add. Matteo exhales.

--- The figure moved instantly. --- Closing the distance. --- Blocking his path. --- “You don’t understand what you’re doing,” he said. --- A pause. --- “You can’t control this.” --- The prototype met his gaze. --- Unshaken. --- “I’m not trying to control it.” --- A beat. --- “I’m letting it become what it needs to be.” --- The words landed like a fracture point. --- Because they rejected control entirely. --- And without control— --- The system had nothing to anchor to.