Losing Control: His Madness, His Cure Novels & Stories

My body aches, wound burning, but the fever only makes the edges sharper. This is the line, I realize. The one we’ve danced around for years. Tonight it frayed. Tomorrow it will snap. And when it does, there will be no turning back. The thought should chill me. Instead, it steadies me. Because control isn’t about resisting. Control is about timing. I close my eyes, letting my voice fall low, measured. “Matteo’s return changes everything. He’s reckless, angry. He’ll come again. And next time, he won’t miss.”

His voice cracked with insanity, the madness threatening to consume him entirely. The room was charged with a tension so thick it felt as if the walls might collapse. The struggle between obsession, frustration, and an overwhelming need for control was about to reach its breaking point.

Even I would be sad by what happened if she died, so it was best to be smart about it and make sure I defeated him alone without risking anybody with this. We did what he said when we saw him looking more threatening. As much as we backed away, though, it didn't seem to be enough because his eyes were wild, and I knew that any time from now everything could go south if I wasn't careful and if we didn't handle him very seriously. He took control; he was in a very dangerous phase right now, and that would eventually bring us trouble. He was kind of psychotic, so we needed to make sure he was under control. We would deal with him like we would deal with a psychiatric patient. All we had to do w

"You will never guess what can happen, Athena, once a criminal will always stay a criminal" Athena had taken the file about the medicine Nyx takes, from the researchers that she made. She concluded that the medicine contained a type of drug. That can affect his memory and make him believe anything that was told to him. And that was the goal of medicine. Having control over the prisoner. But weren't the electric shots enough? She couldn't understand. What if he wasn't injected? What were the probabilities of his self-control? She should try. At least one time.

Dove said calmly. “Artemis is being detained for his multiple personalities, we have been kept separate in body, spirit, and mind for the first time. It seems he is having his own psychotic break. We can’t allow him to run around with the combination of wolf spirits in him, he’s dangerous. No single wolf should have this much power. They don’t know how to control it, use it, or know what will happen to Artemis in the process of overriding Artie’s entire being.” Dove mumbled, embarrassed by revealing so much.

I have lost my sanity and good judgment; all because of one stupid boy. I ponder my plausible remedy for the disease that plagues me. If I can only indulge these illegal desires, the fulfillment will lead to a permanent release from the curse. I have no reasoning for this, no logical proof that this will be the case. But I must break free of these chains, no matter what. But it's best to exercise restraint. Maybe training myself to ignore these animal impulses will help more than giving in to this emotional nonsense. I always thought I had above-average control over my impulses, well, at least until I entered this new world.

"I'm not sure how to describe it. I have small headaches almost every day, but it goes away when I get busy at work and don't have time to let my mind wander." "Besides that, have you felt any discomfort in any other part of your body?" "Hmm… My memory seems somewhat lacking.” Chloe did not think this was anything serious. She had experienced occasional memory lapses when she had not gotten enough rest. She would recover after some time. Joseph looked at Chloe worriedly. The moment he suspected that Noah had Chloe under some kind of mind control, he had contacted experts in the field of psychology and psychiatry. However, they said they could not provide a treatment plan right away. They emp

Sometimes he would be in an excellent mood, and sometimes he would burst in rage. " My life would have been easier if I had never met you," Dylan continued. " Without you, I would never have these weird urges to dominate and control everything about you." " T-Then, I-I will disappear from your life..." Aiden started but was interrupted by Dylan, who slapped him across his face. " All you talk about is leaving me," Dylan screamed. " I have a better option. Why don't I lock you up in this house? That way, I won't have to lose my control seeing you with others and can have you all to myself."

I snapped, turning my head away, but he followed, his mouth dragging across my jaw, then down to my neck. My hands pushed harder, but it didn’t seem to budge him. He was stronger, though drunk, he was still a hell of a man than I was. “Stop,” I said, trying so hard to stop my scent from spiralling over the sudden surge of emotions that was now running wild inside of me. Fuck! I didn't have my suppressants with me and this bastard wasn't listening. Instead, he tightened his hold, his face pressed against my neck like he was searching for something, his breath uneven.

she repeated, startled, instinctively turning toward him, as worry began overriding the heat rushing to her face. The moment she moved, his other hand came up, covering her eyes. “Don’t look,” he murmured. If she had seen him, she would have understood immediately. He was a mess. He was shirtless. His skin was damp with sweat. His muscles were drawn tight beneath the strain of control. His hair was disheveled, his breathing uneven, his entire body tense like a man standing at the edge of his sanity. The drug was still burning through his system. That woman.