Losing Control: His Madness, His Cure Novels & Stories

Only then did he realize how far overboard he had gone. With an irritated sigh, he pulled out his phone. “It’s me.” Half an hour later “Weren’t you doing better? How did it spiral out of control again?” In a discreet private treatment center in New York City, Dr. Louis, bespectacled and composed, finished examining him and spoke with concern. “What happened that made you lose control?” Calvin took a deep drag on the cigarette in his hand. The wet tips of his hair still dripped steadily, though he seemed oblivious. “Her.”

"When you smile at someone else, I lose my damn mind." He was unraveling before her eyes, his carefully constructed control slipping with each message, revealing the storm raging beneath the surface. "I can't shut it o#." The admission was a surrender, a white "ag raised in the face of an overwhelming force. "I can't shut you o#." Her pulse leaped, a frantic drumbeat against her ribs. She instinctively covered her mouth with her hand, trying to contain the emotions threatening to spill over, the longing and fear warring within her.

But twelve pages of the manuscript were missing, and what they might have contained remains a mystery - some rumors say those pages contain secret spells and a method for conjuring the prince of the underworld himself. “You agreed to give me full control over this plan by seizing my squire's life as your toy and you know how hard it is to look for a new squire right?” Ambrose replied coolly. He needed control. He wanted control. He was nothing without it. When he was triggered it was so hard to have control, he was doing the actions, it was his behavior but it was as if the pedal got stuck down and in that acceleration, in that momentum, the steering wheel gets all jammed up too. It was all

A miracle came to Rasha, Rasha was silent and froze for a few seconds. "You still don't want to go?" The doctor spoke again, bullying Rasha so that Rasha would wake up from her reverie. Rasha without making a sound immediately took the thin blanket and left through the window. The doctor and her assistant watched Rasha leave, there was fear inside them because they had abused Edward's opportunity and orders. Edward was indeed cruel, but the humanity that they had was still inside of them both. "Now what should we do?" The doctor's assistant asked, starting to panic.

"It's not yet time. We can hold on a little more." As abruptly as he started fighting me for control, he stopped. We were both panting. "What was that?" I gasped out. "I thought you had it under control!" "When do I ever have it under control?" He snapped at me. "You know it's not something I can control. It's a fucking curse!" I tried to calm myself down. We were both angry and strung tight, and it wouldn't help. We had to have some semblance of harmony, or it wouldn't be that much harder to stop the madness from taking hold.

"You can't stop yourself from letting me in, whether it's because of your desires or a situation you perceive you can't control." I refrained from showing any fear or anxiety in front of him. "You believe in yourself too much." He came closer again so that the distance between us was only a few centimeters. "You know very well that I can make you change your mind, Isa. And there's nothing you can do to prevent it." Once again, I suppressed the urge to react with emotion. I had to remain calm and not show my weakness in front of him. "You can't control everything, Sebastian. I'm no longer a woman you can easily play with."

I knew he was trying hard to control himself. He shifted back into his human form, and I saw the scratches on his back; I knew he was fighting Henry only moments ago. From the looks of Henry, Sebastian was winning until his madness started to come through and he had to stop to control himself. “It’s okay…” I breathed. “Just breathe. Fight it. You can fight it.” He went to say something but growled as he fought the madness away again. He sat up on his knees and pulled himself to his feet. His body was shaking as he attempted to stay out of his wolf form.

Madison’s POV Control has always been Madison’s strength. Not loud control. Not obvious. The kind that moves quietly. The kind that shifts outcomes before anyone realises something has changed. The kind that wins— Without needing recognition. But today— Something feels off. --- The First Crack It starts with silence. Not the controlled kind she’s used to. Not the strategic pauses she creates. This silence feels wrong. Madison refreshes the page again. And again. And again. The article is still there.

He shook his head and said, "let me complete my words. This is one of the rules to don't interrupt your Master while he is telling you something." Oh, so here we go with one more rule. He continued, "so I was saying that I control myself because you can't take all these things in the beginning." "How do you know?" I asked, raising my brows. He moved closer to me, racing my heartbeat. "I know you very well, Butterfly." He whispered and as his breath caressed my face, a shiver coursed down my spine. He is so close to me, his luscious lips are driving me insane. I wanna kiss him badly, I wanna taste him. I have never craved to kiss anybody before, what's happening to me. He is certainly hypnoti

Nicklaus could feel himself getting lost in his own mind and he knew he would not stand a chance from this kind of power that was now owning him. He had been carried away by his urge to kill Cyrus that he had let go of his father’s hand the only thing that as balancing the power and making him sane. There was only one thing he could do now before he descends completely into madness. He shut his eyes and emptied his mind and let the small consciousness that was left in him fall deeper and deeper into the endless void that was within him.