Discipline Novels & Stories

On his eagerness to returned early they passed to the less travelled and dangerous road back, and under the cover of the night it gave the bloodsuckers an advantage in the situation, and cost the lives of her two trusted werewolves. "Don't you think that keeping me here will not anger my mother?" Alexandra reacted. "It's all part of what they call discipline." He made a gesture of quoting the word discipline with his fingers. "I'm sure your mother had given you some disciplinary actions before, considering your stubbornness and rebellious nature." He continued. Alexandra had kept quiet. But she is thinking is this what he cal

The little is allowed to tag along with the dominant classes whenever needed. The final part of the contract was the discipline part, it stated that misbehaving, defying orders, back-talking, and not obeying daddy would result in discipline. The discipline would vary depending on the crime, it could be a simple time out, earlier bedtime, privileges taken away, grounding, writing lines, mouth getting washed, and finally a spanking to the bum with the hand, nothing else would be used or implied to the bum. "Okay," I say finishing reading everything, it's not the worse out there.

When you mention kilian Donovan every ladies starts to gosh, they start to rearrange their lives just to meet him, oh not to even talk of touching him they will go insane, they know definitely too well that he isn't in any way in their class but they just pray to have a chance with him every day, I'm very sure he's somebody's prayer point and it's not all about Killian some are just waiting for his money for his fame because getting with him will mean you been famous and you've been known and that ladies and gentlemen Vanessa manoeuvred her way into killians life. I stood up on my feet one morning and just thought about how someone could establish such a grounded effect in Chicago once I saw

Underneath the control, I could see it—the protective instinct, the rage, the bond pull that made him more volatile than he wanted to admit. And I hated that my body noticed him even now. The way his eyes tracked my mouth for half a second, then forced away. The way the air between us felt charged even in a room full of strategy. I ignored it. “This is not weakness,” I said. “It’s discipline.” Maddox’s jaw flexed. “Discipline is keeping them out.” “Discipline is walking into their building and making them follow procedure,” I shot back. “Discipline is forcing Silvia

“Private tutoring sessions. With me. Intensive work on your writing, your analysis, and most especially… your discipline.” The way he said “discipline” made something stir low in my stomach. I met his eyes again. The tension from last week was back, even stronger now. “What kind of tutoring?” I asked, even though I already had a feeling. He didn’t smile, but his gaze got heavier. “The kind where you learn to follow instructions. Where you earn your grade properly. Where you understand that actions have consequences.” My cock twitched in my jeans. I shifted in the chair, trying to hide it.

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

It might keep you out of the penalty box tomorrow. Kael let out a dark, breathless laugh. "Discipline," he repeated the word like he was tasting it. "You're simply obsessed with your little rituals because you're terrified of what happens when you actually let go." "It keeps my hands busy," I said, my voice dropping to a flat, emotionless baritone. "It stops me from wrapping them around your throat."

President Mora leaned back, “Pressure creates discipline.” Harrow frowned, “Or rebellion.” The room fell still.

And another command surged up from the mark’s depths, uglier for being softer: If she loves the child more than the line, punish them both. Tears stung my eyes again. There it was. The true engine beneath all of it. Not order. Not even power for power’s sake. Punishment for love that refused to serve ambition. My voice broke, but did not fail. “That is not discipline,” I said. “That is cruelty made sacred.”

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—" "The man wasn't hitting him," Bruno cut him off. "He was disciplining him." He stood up, taking off his bloody gloves. "When a beloved pet misbehaves, they get disciplined. It doesn't mean we don't love them. Does it?" "It maintains the order of things and prevents chaos." "Hurting people isn't discipline," Connor said. He steadily met the older man's gaze. "It's being wicked." Bruno raised a brow at him. "Are you challenging me?"