Take Control Of Your Life Novels & Stories

Tired of carrying everything, tired of pretending I was fine, tired of everyone's careful distance. "I don't want to hurt anyone else," I said finally. Falco brushed the leaf dust off his hands. "Then we make sure you don't." "How?" The word came out desperate, almost angry. "Everyone keeps saying I need control but nobody actually tells me how to get it." He stood up, stretched his arms over his head until something in his back popped. "Control's not a thing you get, it's a thing you build. Piece by piece. And it starts with figuring out what sets you off."

“You don't get to control who I speak to.” “Well, I get to control whatever I want about your life from now on!”

"You place Drexon on such a high pedestal that no one can touch him; that is the reason he is acting untouchable." "I have done everything, and you know it." She cuts me off before I can go further. "Cut off his funding, cut off his access to investors, pull him away from his family, and even threaten his wife and kids, but nothing – we got nothing," she explained as if she was listing off some things she had crammed. "Everyone in life has a control point, and we need to find it; once we do, his life will be in our hands, and your business will grow bigger than it is now."

Damn, can I really control myself? TO BE CONTINUED

"Of course, he did. Typical. He’s just trying to control you, Evelyn. Don’t let him. You’ve made the right decision, and you need to stand by it." She's right, I'm done letting him control my life. It was time to take back my power and live for myself.

Taylor added. "I don't go to school, all I have to worry about is my bills." I said. Though some extra money would be great to be able to invest in a better entrance door, considering every month I had to call help because it would get stuck or the lock would break. "That can be done, no problem." Cade smiled.

" I looked away. "I know how much pride means to you, but this..." She tapped the eviction letter. "This isn't just about pride anymore. You're out of a job, you're broke, and your ex is shacked up with your old boss. What do you have left to lose?" My throat tightened. She squeezed my hand. "Take control of the narrative, Ri. If life handed you a contract, maybe it's time you flipped the damn script." I stared at the card one more time.

The simple touch seemed to ground me in the moment. “Good,” he said, his voice steady and firm. “Now, let’s get started.” Just like that, something shifted inside me. This was it. This was really happening. For the first time, I felt like I had the chance to reclaim what was mine, to finally take back control of my own life. I had spent so long drifting, letting others dictate my fate, but now… now, I had a path. A way forward. A plan.

"Everyone in your life has always tried to control you and all I wanted was for you to have your freedom. I couldn't give you much when you were younger but I knew when they stopped letting me see you that it wasn't just me that you missed." She began to look around the living area with a bright smile on her face. "This is yours baby. Regardless of where life takes you, you will always have your home. Our home, that we shared together. This is the first step to taking back the control sweetie, I want you to live your life the way you want to, not the way your parents or your husband want you to."

"I thought you were always in control." My shoulders drop in relief. "Well, things change. And I'm willing to give up a little bit of that control if it means I can have you in my life." She lets out a shaky breath that might be a laugh. "I can't control everything," I admit. "I finally understand that. I was... I was wrong." I pause, letting my fingers fall from her hair to her jawline, my thumb brushing along her chin. "Life is unpredictable. Over the past few weeks, I've realized that there are only a few constants."