Romans & histoires Mind Control Fanfic

For five years, Cassian Vale didn't say a single word to her. He blamed Selene for the arranged marriage contract their fathers forced them into, punishing her with absolute silence. He lived like a bachelor in their Upper East Side mansion, letting her hear everything from the dark of her bedroom. But the five years are up. The divorce papers are signed. Selene is finally ready to run her own advertising firm and erase him from her life. Then comes the final clause of the decree: to protect the corporate stock, they have to live under the same roof for six more months without a single public scandal. Selene thinks she can ignore him. She is wrong. The moment the paperwork is final, the silence ends. The cold distance twists into a dark, suffocating physical tension. Cassian begins cornering her in the empty rooms of the estate, using her own body to punish her. He claims he hates her, yet he demands absolute possession of her skin, dragging them both into a volatile, silent war behind closed doors. The chaos quickly spills out of the house. As Selene tries to build her independent empire and starts dating other men, Cassian completely unravels. He stalks her through their elite social circles, unable to handle anyone else touching what he still thinks belongs to him. The lines between hatred and obsession are completely gone. Trapped in a brutal, explicit game of control, Selene is forced to face the most terrifying part of all: she can fight his mind games, but her body answers his touch every single time.

Just a moment ago, after nearly bleeding to death, I gave the Rossi family their heir. But my husband, Carter, the Rossi's underboss, let his confidante, Sofia, film me giving birth just because she said she was bored. She captured everything: me losing control of my body, my screams, my face twisted in agony. Afterward, she took screenshots, turned them into memes, and passed them around a private group chat for the family's inner circle. Through the door of my hospital room, I could hear Sofia's wild laughter. "Carter, this is the best entertainment all year. You always know just what I want." "But Sloane's going to throw a fit when she wakes up and sees it." The anesthesia hadn't worn off yet. My eyelids were heavy, and through the haze, I heard Carter's usual, nonchalant tone. "She won't get really mad. You know Sloane. She always does what I tell her." "I'll just have to sweet-talk her a little. Besides, with the heir here now, she wouldn't leave me." My fingers, hidden beneath the silk sheets, clenched into a fist. My mind flooded with everything I had given up for him over the years. Carter had probably forgotten who made him the man who runs these streets. Since you love games so much, I'll play a real one with you. The day I walk away, you will all regret it.

Faris likes to be in control of his life and has always been someone with a plan. He don't like uncertainty and surprises. Same is case with women in his life. He likes them to submissive and obedient. He is in control but everything turns haywire when a girl from his past appears back. Everything was under control in his life until Sierra Jane enters. She takes away his breath with her beauty and shuts him up with her brains. She is sassy and witty and everything he can't control. Join in the journey of Faris and Sierra, an unconventional love story of two unconventional persons

They say love conquers all But what happens when you meet the love of your life, Your mate only to find out that she hunts down your kind Brian Cooper has been searching for his mate and dreams of having a happily ever after but all that shatters when he encounters Myra a girl who's mind has been programmed to kill his kind Growing up among hunters, Myrah's mind has been programmed to kill hunters because theyare an abomination and don't deserve to live. Two worlds collide with a brewing deep hatred for each other!! Will love conquer all or will hatred grow stronger.

In our pack, every werewolf can create one moon stone in their lifetime. These stones can enhance our wolf's power and are crucial for becoming Alpha. In my past life, I worked tirelessly to craft my moon stone. I wanted to become our pack's Alpha more than anything. But on the day of the Alpha selection, something went terribly wrong. After absorbing my moon stone's power, I couldn't control my wolf. Instead, my wolf submitted to Katherine, my mate's stepsister. Katherine hadn't always been part of our pack. When she was alone and vulnerable, my mate, Beta Ethan, had convinced me to accept and care for her. The pack erupted in cheers as Katherine became the new Alpha. Ethan, who had always claimed to love me deeply, proposed to Katherine in front of everyone. They sealed it with a passionate kiss. Suddenly, I was public enemy number one. Everyone accused me of stealing Katherine's moon stone, saying that's why I couldn't control its power. Even Ethan, my mate, looked at me with disgust. "Thief," he spat, severing our mate bond on the spot. The pack turned on me. They chased me down, their teeth tearing into my flesh. As I lay dying, my body broken and bleeding, I saw Ethan and Katherine together. They nuzzled each other, whispering sweet nothings while my life ebbed away. In my final moments, I realized a cruel truth. While Ethan's wolf was my fated mate, his human heart belonged to Katherine. But even as death claimed me, I couldn't understand. How could the moon stone I crafted serve Katherine instead? Then, darkness. And light again. I opened my eyes to find myself back in time, one week before the Alpha selection. This time, I made a different choice. Instead of crafting a moon stone, I left the pack to train alone in the volcano. Ethan's voice filled my head through our mind link. He demanded to know why I'd left the pack at such a crucial time. I cut the connection without a word. Shifting into my wolf form, I jumped into the lava.

All her life Allen know one thing, it doesn't matter how much she try but she will never going to have a control her own life because the day she born her fate is already decided. To be a wife of future Don. Ray Adom, Allen's future husband who is Possessive and controlling, who basically control her every step.

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Running away from your home isn't easy. Running away from your home because your mate rejected you is disastrous. Feeling she is doomed for life is the only thing that India knew. After getting a humiliating rejection, she was all set to live a life as a lonely, sad, cat lady who sews cute little sweaters for her kittens. Well, she was, until he walked in. With captivating eyes and alpha asshole attitude towards everyone except her, he came in like a stormy wind, and then she was left with a whiplash and blank mind with thoughts filled with his memories. But as Daniel, her first mate changes his mind and wants her back at any cost, a war start to build up that she was not prepared for.

She loved her husband more than her last breath. She was blinded, deafened and suffocated in his love. She gave him everything but he was a receiver, never a giver. The only things he gave was confusion. He gave manipulation and he gave her mind the masqueraded ideals of his "undeniable love" when the only person he loved was himself. He had plagued her mind, so much so that when he suggested an open relationship he made her believe it was her idea but she never wanted that. She wanted him and only him. He wanted her and everyone else he could get. But that all changed when Tobias Wrexler walked in...

This is the sequel to "Trio of Mates" (can be found on here) and is NOT a stand-alone book. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They are disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory, and wails of defeat. As the images flit through my mind, a voice enters the chaos. “A war of threes. Three deaths. Three victories. Three trios. Three losses. Betrayal. Birth. Death. Sorrow. Joy. Warn them, Meredith. Be prepared!”