I Can't Control Myself Novels & Stories

What I couldn’t control? I shook my head, tears welling in my eyes despite my best efforts to keep them back. “You don’t understand. You don’t know what it’s like to feel this… this power inside me. To feel like I’m losing myself, losing control. I don’t know if I can trust myself. And if I can’t trust myself, how can I trust anyone else? How can I let you in again, knowing that one wrong move could tear us apart?”

I am . It's just that I cannot control my need and want around him. last night had been the only night we did not have sex because we were fighting. the thought still bring tears to my eyes I can't just help it damn him and his handsomeness and his big, big cock and the fucking effect it has on me

The feel of having do close left a vibrating feeling behind with the promise of a thrill if I gave into this feeling— I hadn’t I knew I had such a lack of self-control when it came to certain things , until her. It had always been my strongest part all through the years and yet suddenly it was looking like I was weak in that aspect, the feeling left a kind of bitter taste that I didn’t even want to show behind, still for her there was no restraint. At least now I knew it was difficult to step over the line completely. It took took.a while to learn that lesson thankfully, but after I did it sank in well.

Safe. I’m technically in control of my life, but it feels more like I’m performing a carefully rehearsed play. I can only adjust the speed, but the direction remains fixed—there’s no changing course or turning back. With a sigh, I try to reason with my own frustration, knowing that overthinking will only make me more miserable. I push back the covers, getting out of bed slowly to avoid waking Tatiana. Maybe a cup of tea and a snack will help clear my mind.

Hardin mutters, staring down at me with those searing silver eyes, which darken a shade. Still staring, I slowly peel my sweaty body from his chest, taking a step back from him. His words don't make complete sense, but I understand what he's saying. I can't control everything. "I don't know how." I admit quietly, glancing down at my hands. All my life, I've had to ensure my grades are perfect, ensure the house is perfect, I've had to control every aspect of my life in order to not get beaten. Over time, controlling myself and everything around me became normal.

I realized I might explode at any moment. "I don't want to have physical interaction with him; I might explode at any moment. This is not good; I can't control myself if that happens. I'm too weak when it comes to him; I might not be able to control my feelings and make the right decision because of this heat I'm feeling right now! I don't know how to ease this heat."

The combination I hate the most. I check my phone's screen again. Five minutes and he'll be here. Five minutes before I lose all control over my life and my train of thoughts. And, probably over myself. “You can’t fully commit, can you?” My inner voice goes off again. “Why can’t you? What's stopping you?” There's a knock on the front door. Sadly, I have lost control over my thoughts a long time ago. There’s no point in hiding it now. I walk and wrap my hands around my slim waist to warm myself up.

But it’s probably something I need to learn how to control. “Home. Now,” Forrest orders. He grabs my hand and pulls me with him and I let him. I need to get out of this room and I think the five of us really need to talk about what’s going on with me. I can’t be causing earthquakes every time I get mad. In the moment, it feels amazing. I can feel the power rushing through me. But afterward, I’m always left feeling guilty that it happened. I should have more self-control than that.

"Yea sorry about that. I guess my power likes to go a little overboard when I'm pissed off." "It's ok. I deserved it. I just wish you would have remembered our connection beforehand. I was more upset with the idea of you hurting yourself." In the moment I hadn't thought about our connection. That much was true, but also my power had complete control over my actions. It didn't care if it killed me in the process and there lies my problem. If I was going to be of any use to my friends, I was going to have to learn how to control it.

How embarrassing. Rasha ignored Kevin's call, continuing to walk straight ahead. Lately, she has been irritable. In fact, before marrying Kevin, Rasha had often been yelled at and scolded by the people who employed her in the past. But now, Rasha is even more irritable. The possibility that makes her become like that is her pregnancy hormones. Since being pregnant, Rasha has become more irritable. Usually, she would relent or apologize first. Now, let alone apologize, just holding her anger feels very difficult.