Forced Regression Novels & Stories

He no longer felt the humiliation of being in service of someone else. He knew that as strong as he could follow the stronger ones, he could continue to improve himself. Jason was deeply familiar with the 'Carrot And Stick' method. He knew that forcing Sannuit to serve him would only evoke deep frustrations within Sannuit. However, after offering some guidance, Sannuit would feel much less resistance in his heart. Sannuit was considered the instigator, and Jason had seemingly repaid the hostile act with kindness.

"Ethan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I also love you." Ethan could feel the power of the Moon Goddess, which came from the moonlight, pushing down on him and directing him. He took a big breath and thought about what he should do. He spoke with a voice that showed both power and weakness. "I decide to love and forgive. But it's no longer just about me. It has to do with us all, our pack, and our future. We can't be split apart. We have to figure out a way for this to work."

I asked, my voice trembling. Mark squeezed my hand, offering the support I needed. "Forgiveness doesn’t mean forgetting. It’s a process that takes time. The important thing is that you strive to move forward and not let the past control you." I took a deep breath, trying to absorb my husband's words. "I want to be able to do that. I want to feel free from all this," I said with hope. "Start with small steps. Maybe you can invite your mother to cook. Or perhaps do other activities you can do together," Mark suggested.

I mentally scolded myself in my foolishness. He leaned forward invading my privacy as he leveled me with a stare. His scent washed all over me, almost hypnotizing me with an alluring fragrance. "You are not angry right?" "No..No," I stammer, hardly able to speak. Right away I realized my mistake. I wasn't supposed to forget and forgive him so easily. All I wanted to do at the movement was to slap myself for not being strong enough to stand for myself. "Good," Was all he said.

I clenched my jaw, staring at the long polished table in front of me, pretending to focus while my mind drifted somewhere else entirely. Two weeks ago, I heard she was getting married. She got married the next day after the rejection. It didn't make any sense. And to Tarek of all people? It felt like the ground opened and swallowed my soul whole. The curse mate bond won't stop hitting my chest. If the moon goddess has favourites, my name surely wasn't in the list. I didn’t even understand it. I had rejected her. That should’ve been the end. But it wasn’t. Because no matter how hard I tried, no matter how many times I told myself it was done... I still felt her.

My legs felt like they might give out at any moment, the weakness in my body a cruel betrayal at a time like this. I tightened my grip on the decanter, raising it higher. It felt heavier with every passing second, but I refused to let it drop. My gaze darted between the figures, trying to gauge their intentions, their movements, their faces—anything. But I was so disoriented, I couldn’t make sense of anything. “Stay away!” I tried again, my voice breaking as I forced the words out. The figures didn’t stop. They kept moving, advancing cautiously yet purposefully.

he murmured. Fenris doesn’t look at him. “It stabilizes briefly, just enough to convince you that the treatment is working.” And then?” I ask. “Then the response changes,” he said. The room tightens slightly. “Changes how?” Callum asked. “The body stops correcting itself, it begins reinforcing the wrong state,” he says. A slow, quiet understanding settles. “So that is why the treatment fails,” Fadrian says more to himself than anyone else. “You are not repairing damage anymore, you are simply strengthening it,” Fenris said.

Because it meant the system was not just learning new structures. It was also remembering old instincts. Across the clearing, people were now skipping confirmation steps introduced yesterday. Not out of rebellion. Out of familiarity. Familiarity was faster. And faster felt like progress. Aria watched a group complete a task without invoking closure marking. Then another. Then another. The pattern was spreading. Damien noticed her expression tighten. “That’s the regression,” he said quietly. Aria nodded. “Yes.” Liam looked confused. “But it still works,” he said.

Lacey's POV: Cracking down these radical factions has gotten easier since the beginning of the Reversal. In the beginning, I remember receiving so much backlash. About 40% of the population was on board. 50% resented it, but they were willing to comply. And the last 10% was the minority of radical (mostly men) people trying to win back their misogynistic society. We repressed that immediately. But naturally, as those weeds were plucked, more arose, which is why our loyal "Societal Coordinator" Harry is in charge of burning them. We use "Societal Coordinator" for technical reasons. Really, he susses out suspicious people, and "sets them straight". "Setting them straight" could mean a variety

I face palmed then placed both my palms on her shoulders and shook her. "The rebound I know about?" "Yes!" I nodded excited. "Do you need to see the doctor or something?" She brought her head close to me and inspected my face. "I'm fine, bitch." "Isn't a rebound like a bad thing to do to someone?" "There you go again, miss goody two shoes." I rolled my eyes and sipped from my juice box. "Okay, who is this rebound?" "Andre." "Bitchson! You know that dude loves you, he wouldn't let you go easily once you're done rebounding whatever."