Take Control Of Your Life Novels & Stories

“Tomorrow is a new day. This is your page, not his! Come tomorrow you can clear off every misconception and take back control!” That’s right. I could. I could do that. Tomorrow. I already lived a messed-up life physically, I can’t live a messed up one online too. Tomorrow, I take back control! A sound plan. Absolutely solid, but who knew taking back control wasn’t so easy? Waking up the next day was nothing short of what I had expected. The mansion buzzing with Sunday’s specials like we usually do, May-Miss Prego, parading her pregnant self. Attempting to play besties with me at every turn, but who is falling for that? Definitely not me.

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.

Oh Chad, how I miss you already. My life is an empty fullness. I keep giving all of me to everyone else but myself. There's not enough of me for me. For Selah, I need to be a happy friend. For Chad, I had to be the shoplifting supportive girlfriend. For Sammy, I need to be the strong baby sister. After giving myself and all my energy to everyone else for so long, I've decided to take my life back. I gain control when I decide. I decide when I will eat or not. I decide when to purge or not.

I was ready to take back control of my life. To be continued...

“So, you think you can control everything?” “Everyone,” he corrected with a dark smile. “Control is an art, Cookie. And it’s one I’ve mastered. It's why your life is completely messed up. Because you don't have control over anything, not even your thoughts and emotions.” His words hit me like a blow, but I refused to show it. Instead, I let the tension simmer in the air, letting his words linger between us. I shifted in my seat again, trying to process what he’d said. *My life is messed up because I lack control?*

“We’ve both seen things that shouldn’t exist. A heartbeat talking to you isn’t the strangest of them.” A faint smile touched her lips. “That’s comforting.” He didn’t smile back. “I’m not saying it to comfort you. I’m saying it because I believe you.” Ava looked down, her voice trembling. “Liam, what if she’s right? What if there’s something inside me that could end everything or start it all over again?” He leaned forward. “Then we make sure we control it. Not her.” She shook her head. “You can’t control life like that. It’s not a weapon, Liam.”

For a long time in my life, I've never felt this confused and lost on what to do. His gaze locked onto mine, and he realized what I had done. But instead of pushing further, he answered quietly, “You take control.” A dry laugh escaped me. “Take control? I just found out someone I trusted was sabotaging me. And you’re telling me to take control?” “Yes.” His voice was steady, sure. “You don’t let them win. You don’t let them see you break. You figure out what they want, and you cut them off before they get there.”

Controlled. And entirely my own.

Then “It means we find them first.” My breath caught. “What?” “Before they come to you.” “That’s not a plan that’s insane!” “It’s the only option we have.” My head spun slightly. Because part of me understood what he was saying. And part of me absolutely refused it. “You’re talking about chasing pieces of something that might literally destroy me!” “I’m talking about controlling it before it controls you.” Silence. That word Control. It hit differently now. Because I could already feel how little I had.

"But you're also not invincible. I may not know the full story of what is happening here, but I intend to do my job of protecting you. Both physically and mentally." "You're certainly not doing a good job with the latter," she mumbled. Carl watched her quietly for the next few moments before his eyes glinted with resolve. It seems like it was about time he began his plans. "I don't want you to think I'm telling you how to live your life," he began as he made for the door. He opened it and paused for a moment in the doorway to look back at her. "But you should know this: scum like your fiancé will always want to bring you down to their level. You seem like a smart girl so I'm pretty sure you'