Losing Control: His Madness, His Cure Novels & Stories

Afterward, wrapped in nothing but sheets and his arms, I felt his breath on my neck. “You know,” he murmured, “I used to believe control was everything. That power made me untouchable.” “And now?” I asked, running my fingers along his bicep. “Now I know surrendering to the right person… is the real kind of power.” I smiled. “Then you’re going to love what I’ve planned next.” His brows arched. “There’s more?” “Oh, baby.” I chuckled darkly. “This is only day one.” Day Two

But it seemed like I had been wrong about that. Nathan picked up the frame and dropped it in the wastebasket. Then, after a moment, he reached back in and retrieved it, setting it carefully back where it had been. I couldn't make sense of him. I never really could. He grew stranger as the days passed. One night, he came back to the house but didn't go inside. Instead, he went down to the wine cellar and stood outside the door without opening it, unmoving, until the sky began to lighten. Only then did he turn and walk away.

Mason asked Dhari. As the drug is so potent, Dhari is losing control over his mind. It's started to get foggy. He is not able to think properly. But he needs to warn them. Drake is in trouble. With every ounce of his willpower, he seized control over his mind once again. He knows it won't last long. But he has to do this to save Drake.

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.

Sean couldn’t understand what had happened and even though he wanted so badly to go talk to her, he knew now is not the moment and decided to give her some time to get herself in check, also, he wondered why he had lost control of himself, perhaps briefly kissing her last night had became addictive and he couldn’t control himself anymore. If that be the case then he must be going crazy and really needs to master his control again. He left the training room and went back to his room; he took another shower, dress up and left the house.

he stuttered, like he was fighting something on the inside. It was strange how I didn't want to see him this way. I preferred hearing him yell “Master” than squeeze his face in pain. “Killan, what's going on?” “You…your scent.” He stuttered, tightening his grip on my wrist. “It's making…making me loose control.” And that was my cue to pull away. My entire body stiffened as I tried to make sense of his words. Why would my extremely natural scent make him loose control? What was he and why was he trying to drive me insane?

Twice. Again— Metal bending. Pieces breaking. The room froze around him. But he didn’t care. His breathing was uneven. His hands shaking— Not from weakness. From fury. Jason paused the video. Silence filled the room. “He lost control,” Jason said. I shook my head slowly. “No.” Jason looked at me. “That wasn’t loss of control,” I said quietly. “That was the result of control failing.” Jason’s expression darkened. I looked back at the frozen image.

He felt that his control was slipping from his hands. 'This creature is my family. Stop giving me these ideas.' Colton said, getting his control back. . #TBC

"That's not how it works, not even on a full moon, and you know it." "You never lost control of your senses before? Had every rational thought fly out of the window because you have nobody to talk to but yourself and you just poison every thought in your head?” He tapped the black of his head against the wall, a sheen glistening on his pale skin as the boiler slowly descended to a bearable temperature. "Maybe," I conceded. When it comes to losing control, we share some common ground. "Those notes man," blowing out his cheeks. "I hated them because they were true."

His hand holding the glass shard trembled wildly, dripping blood from his own palm as he gripped its sharp edge. "Go... get out of here right now!" Lucas growled, holding back his irregular breaths. The muscles in his neck and chest strained tightly as he fought to control the hysterical urges inside him. "This drug... this drug is corrupting my mind, Aria! I can't control myself anymore... I might attack you... I might ruin you..."