The Perfectionist's Guide To Losing Control の小説・ストーリー

Tala’s reaction had been almost imperceptible—controlled, neutral, yet laced with a tiny triumph, her victory small but undeniably there. “No,” she had said smoothly, her tone clipped but calm. “You should not be careless with these things.” She thought she had sabotaged me. And now… she would be spectacularly wrong. Pins were trivial. They were tools, not necessities. Control, I had learned from my experience with Sam, did not always need to be visible. Structure could exist beneath chaos, purpose could hide behind disorder. Most people equated visible order with mastery—but true mastery, the kind that left everyone awed and unsettled, was subtler. It was the ability to manipulate perceptio

I have no control, I told Xavier, my voice shaking through the mindlink. His eyes widened, but then I saw something inside Xavier change and it scared me so bad I almost retreated completely into my mind. His eyes went black again but this time his wolf surfaced fully. "Submit." I kept fighting my wolf as Xavier stood over me, his domineering presence just dripping with power. Aetrix held on; my lips drew back further and my shoulders stiffened and I started to panic. But one more growl from Xavier as he forced me onto the ground by my scruff was enough to tip the balance. My wolf relinquished control with a nasty snarl. I got him! I gasped, absolutely exhausted from the war inside my head.

Once he started opening up, he couldn’t stop himself, “We used to be happy together. We’d laugh and talk and know each other inside and out, and my parents were closer than anyone in the world. Nothing ever went wrong. We had systems, we had rules, we had schedules. We followed them to a T, and it kept everything under control. But my parents were best friends, not lovers. Which meant they went looking for other people to fill that void. They had systems and rules and schedules for everything except each other. And that one mistake cost us our entire lives. My father was fired. We nearly went bankrupt. We lost our house and everything we owned. We lived in a dingy apartment at the edge of th

Harden called as he didn’t want to believe what Adele was saying. “I’m saying the truth, Harden, sorry sir. That night, you sniffed me and said, I can’t control it, Help me release my struggles, it’s killing me, I took a decision that night that changed my dream, Harden, pardon me, sir.” Adele sighs cleaning her tears.

It was inevitable not to think about him and how uncomfortable it will be for his perfectionism the day he sits on it. “ Noah, society sucks!”, I hand him a bottle of beer and take a sip of mine. “ It creates rules, lots of rules and goals that not everyone will achieve. Because those who control it are the ones who are already at the top, while the rest of us, have to fuck ourselves to get there, and still, we will spend a lifetime without being able to reach the podium, because the "right" way is full of obstacles for us, not for them. The right thing is to create our own rules, our own path, and most importantly, make them think they are in control when we are slowly growing until we don'

To be honest, I hadn't planned on doing this. This was the first time I'd ever allowed myself to be guided. I wanted to try seeing things from another perspective. I needed to learn about the inner workings of this man and how I could see how far he could go to guide me. This time it wasn't an Esper that'll be controlled by a Guide. It would be me. "I had lost control a little and I had to do something about it before I completely lost myself."

Donny huh? _________ "It's late and I'm bored." Claudio complained beside me. He hung into Axe's shoulder, whining since we left. "You're really fucking annoying." The bigger man pushed him away, earning another complaint. Tuning them out I pull a cig out and light it up, letting my mind drift to my new feisty assistant. She was beautiful, rude, and very outspoken… It excited me. What would she sound like beneath me? Would she whine? Beg? Or is she more into taking control? It all lit a fire inside of me.

he said. "I do not care," I said. "Matthew knows. The vampires are circling. Your council already thinks I am a liability waiting to happen, and the only thing that changes any of that is if I stop being something everyone has to protect and start being something that can protect itself." Something shifted behind his eyes. Not disagreement. Recognition. "That is not how control works," he said carefully. "Pushing past exhaustion does not build mastery. It builds mistakes." "Then tell me what does," I said, my voice sharper than I intended, "because I am tired of being patient with something that might run out of time."

"Then take it. Take the peace. Take me. I feel the same. The terror. The want. Your arms. Your kiss. Your voice. It makes me lose control too. The strong woman I tried to be. The one who hated you. She's slipping away. Because of you. And I don't want to stop it." I held her tighter. The morning light grew brighter around us. The day waited outside. Meetings. Records. Paranoia. All of it waiting. But here, in the bed, with her tangled in my arms, the walls kept crumbling. The control kept slipping. Peace felt unfamiliar. Terrifying. Addictive. I didn't fight it. For the first time, I let it take me completely. The empire could wait a little longer. Lena couldn't. This couldn't. The loss of c

Please believe that if I had a choice, I would trade everything for the chance to watch you grow up. Love, Mommy.] Candice cried all night long. The next day, she went to Kathleen's grave and, with genuine sincerity for the first time, said, "Mom, I'm sorry." However, some words came too late, and some love was understood far too late. Just like Kathleen had once predicted—everyone got what they wanted: a perfect and well-behaved Kathleen. However, the price they had to pay was to lose her forever.