I Can't Control Myself Novels & Stories

“You're always acting like that, asking for forgiveness and sounding like you understand how I feel about our past. But then you intrude on my meetings, propose an agreement like this, follow me at work as if you were chained to me… Do you understand yourself? Because I’m not.” “I think the problem is not whether I understand myself or not, but rather that I can't control myself…” he murmured “Once I let my emotions dominate me and I made a big mistake with you. Now, it seems like no matter how hard I try to try and fix this, I keep getting it wrong again and again.”

I can’t stand it, can’t stand the fire, the heat, the blaze that takes everything away. I will not give in. I fight with all that I am, the instinct to release everything pitted against the part of me that needs control, needs to stay this side of human. The desperate struggle shreds my senses, rips them wide open. I lose my breath again, each exhale the sound of my weakness. The sound of what I cannot have. Control. It splinters. I shudder with the enormity of the change, the enormity of my failure. I can’t resist it, can’t stop it. My attempts are futile, each more frantic than the last.

I kept trying to control myself from not ripping her dress off. "Astrid.. Fuck, I.. God!" I whispered. I stood up to take a warm nice shower just to calm my nerves down. I have a good way of controlling myself, but with Astrid, it is hard as hell. I don't know what she does to me, but she just makes me go crazy almost all of the time. She is a bad girl with a banging body and I love it. I thought about beating my meat right there, but it had never worked for me. Masturbation has always been one of the hardest things for me to do.. It never works.

“Sierra…” “I can’t control my powers,” I said, my voice shaking. “Every time I try, something goes wrong. I should be stronger by now. I should be able to do more. But I can’t.” Zane crossed his arms. “You’re being too hard on yourself.” I laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound. “Am I? Look around! If I was in control, this wouldn’t have happened!” More silence. More looks. My frustration boiled over. “I need to get better. I need to fix this.”

There is a beast inside of me. Not just a passionate side that’s belied by my cool exterior, but something uncontrollable and dangerous. No matter how many times I try to pull myself back from the edge, things just keep escalating. I can’t stop. And right now I’m spiralling…

I can't. I'm the one who have the capability to control myself and I know what's right and wrong but I can't help it. My mind is saying a huge NO but my heart is going against it and I don't know who should win. It feels like my whole body is just making fun of me yet I can't even complain about it. It feels like this is not my body anymore.

I just don't know how to control myself. I mindlink Elijah that I need to speak with him immediately and jump out of bed to get ready for the meeting, making sure not to wake Andrew. Upon entering Elijah's office his head snaps up and he gives me a tired but friendly grin. "I need your help. There is something wrong with me. I just can't control myself. All I want to do all the time is tear Andrew's clothes off and I am scared I am going to hurt him. This is not normal!!!"

“Pathetic.” My eyes burned. “I’m not doing this on purpose.” He stepped closer. Close enough that I could feel his presence crushing the air in the bathroom. “Then stop, damn it.” My breathing faltered. “It doesn’t work like that,” I tried to say. “More than anyone, I want this to stop. I want to breathe calmly. Have control over my own hands. But unfortunately, it doesn’t depend only on what I want.” He looked at me as if I had said something ridiculous.

My body seems to be taking a control of itself just like when I had first discovered that I had suddenly acquired a wolf that I never planned for. Before I knew it, I have gotten up from the ground. I will call my movements an act of spasm because I am not in control of what I am doing at the moment. And when the feeling decides to take me to wherever it is, I try to fight it off but nothing happens no matter how hard I try. I eventually have to give in to the feeling and hope that I do not find myself in a place that I cannot explain. Suddenly I am walking aimlessly again. Although this time I know what I am doing but I cannot control myself from not doing it. I was still trying to fight ag

In the end, the doctor concluded, “Miss Hamilton, you don’t have any psychological disorders.” “But I really think that I’m abnormal!” Anna was displeased with the doctor’s verdict. “I am completely unable to control myself!” “Even if you tend to, it’s only a mild presentation. You can relax, Miss Hamilton. As long as you focus on your self-control, it is possible to completely avoid losing control.” “Focus on my self-control?” “Yes.” “So I won’t need to take any medication for this? How will I be able to control myself without medication? Please prescribe me something for it.” Anna clasped her heart. She was concerned that a situation like that might happen again.