Novel & Cerita Discipline

Discipline. A slow, predatory smile touched Albert’s lips. “So. We begin with order. We end with the ultimate surrender.” He placed the die carefully on the glass table. “For Discipline, the transgression must be clear. You have been flawless in following explicit commands. So the transgression must be one of… spirit. Of unspoken defiance.”

The List Take care of the vampire business - Were meeting at their place to discuss pack territory and punishment for the vampires crossing into our territory Get someone to grocery shop Don’t let anyone come into my office Make sure everyone gets all meals “ It’s almost breakfast time so get to cooking, bye! “ he said rushing out the door. The door slams shut. It opens again. “ . . . and I’ll remember if you don't do well—” he said “ I get pup duty. Got it! “ I interrupted It was a lot more than I thought I was going to be doing, but this was a perfect time to prove that I was dominant and that I could be a Luna in the future.

My dream was always to do a language stay in London and continue my education to become an English teacher in my High school. I have just one problem, my parents won't allow me to leave Switzerland and this for seven months. I didn't tell them already but I want to and I think I'm going to do it today. So I'm lying on my bed right now but I want to gather the courage and stand up. I feel like my whole body lost the power to tell them. I start to count until three. "One. Two. Three!" I put my head up but it immediately falls against my pillow. I can't. I'm too much afraid to disappoint my parents or more worst to make them angry.

“Plain. You have little personality, okay in looks, nothing much to offer. Nathan is above you. He belongs with someone of his caliber. Someone like me.” “You’re out of your league with him, so I wouldn’t even think about it, if I were you,” Tiffany added. Even with their cruel words clawing at my insides, it was difficult to keep my laughter at bay from their comments. Nathan wouldn’t touch them with a ten foot pole. “He’s been here for almost six months, if he wanted you in the least bit, he would have gone after you by now.” Tiffany took on the same stance as Jennifer, joining in her upturned nose and assumed entitlement. “It’s because of the fraternization rule.”

She grew even more infuriated by my explanation, believing that I was not only malicious but had also learned how to lie. She eventually slapped me hard across the face and bellowed, "I provided you with a great lifestyle to give you a solid foundation, not to have you viciously pick on the vulnerable! You have truly been spoiled rotten! You must be taught a lesson this time, Bennett!" She then locked me in the basement for a week, completely ignoring the fact that I was claustrophobic. I nursed my resentment and refused to speak to Delilah for six months from that point forward. It wasn't until I placed first in the county on the SAT that Delilah offered to take me on a graduation trip.

he said. “Yes.” “From where.” “Continuity,” I answered. Marcus frowned slightly. “That is not pressure.” “It is,” I said. “Because people relax into it.” That was the danger. When nothing appeared wrong, attention softened. Edges blurred. Discipline shifted from active to assumed. And assumed discipline did not last. “We need to test it,” I said. Marcus straightened. “How.” “Without warning.” Adrian’s gaze sharpened. “You want to disrupt the pattern.” “Yes.”

It was a predatory lock, his dark eyes boring into mine, stripping me naked in front of a hundred people. He didn't smile. He didn't wink. He just stared, his gaze dropping momentarily to my chest before snapping back to my eyes. "Consider the concept of discipline," Xander said, his voice dropping an octave, becoming a low, vibrating hum that seemed to resonate right in my pelvis. "In many of these texts, discipline isn't merely about punishment. It is a tool for refinement. It is the process of breaking a willful spirit until it learns the pleasure of submission."

This was the discipline. Not dramatic. Not the discipline of someone resisting a catastrophic impulse. The quiet, daily discipline of someone who has decided that the right kind of love does not insert itself into every available space but waits to be invited and offers what is asked for rather than what it has decided is needed. I closed the notebook and looked out at the street.