Controlling Novels & Stories

I would be the one in control. Always.

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.

Not control. Something far more dangerous. Identity.

⸻ “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.”

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

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.

Damn, can I really control myself? TO BE CONTINUED

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.

Controlled. And entirely my own.