The Self Disciplined Me Is Practically Invincible Novels & Stories

“Fair.” I studied him for a moment. “You’re observant.” “I have to be.” “For business?” “For everything.” “And what exactly have you observed about me?” I asked. He didn’t answer immediately. He just looked at me. Like he was deciding what to say. “Control,” he said finally. I didn’t react. “You like control,” he continued. “You hold yourself together even when things around you aren’t.” I tilted my head slightly. “That’s called being disciplined.” “That’s called protecting yourself,” he corrected softly.

“Just a little warm-up. Easy.” “Talking to yourself again?” Rain’s voice floated over from the porch, teasing as ever. I didn’t look up. “It’s called focus. You should try it sometime.” “I’m very focused,” he said, strolling over with that infuriating grin. “I’m focusing on how intensely you’re trying to intimidate a candle.” “It’s not intimidation. It’s discipline.” I took a slow breath, letting the magic rise like a tide inside me. “Now hush.” “Shutting up,” he said, not shutting up at all.

Rain replies, a subtle emphasis on the first word, "excels at physical training. I specialize in mental discipline." I raise an eyebrow, skepticism flowing through me. "And you're volunteering to teach me because...?" "Because I watched you try to call your light just now." His gaze intensifies, seeing too much. "You're overthinking it. Fighting your own nature. That makes you dangerous—to yourself and others." The blunt assessment stings, but I can't deny its accuracy. I am fighting myself, trapped between fear of my power's destructive potential and frustration at my inability to access it at will.

I refused this. I refused weakness. I refused helplessness. I refused to die in this body. I closed my eyes and sat cross-legged on the bed. I inhaled slowly. Then exhaled. Again. Again. Ancient Alpha discipline. Mental control. Breath control. Instinct suppression. I focused inward. On the pounding of my borrowed heart. On the weakness in my limbs. On the strange heat beneath my skin. Omega instincts. I pressed them down. Buried them. Locked them away.

Zach looks at me worriedly and asks, "Are you sure? You look worried." I sigh and say, "Yeah I am; it's just that I don't know how to react if I see them." Zach touches my chin and lifts my face to see his beautiful blue eyes and says, "You are stronger than you think you are. Just be yourself and don't let them dim the fire in you." I smile widely and say, "Thank you, Zach. You always know how to comfort your best friend." We hear the bus coming into our school and Zach says, "They are here already; we need to go down."

Instead, it was Sheena, who had utterly dropped her innocent act. "What a beautiful dress. Too bad it's ruined. Oh well, it looked better on the hanger than it ever did on you anyway." I was unfazed by her remark, simply saying, "Pathetic." "Who are you calling pathetic?" Sheena shrieked as her face contorted with rage. She looked like a witch from a fairy tale. "You, obviously," I replied calmly. "So insecure you can't stand seeing others shine. Fighting over men, getting jealous over dresses. Were you starved for attention as a child?"

I sobbed, my body trembling uncontrollably. “Eight.” “Nine.” “Ten,” I whispered, my voice a ragged mess. I was a wreck of pain and a shameful, intoxicating arousal. His hand came to rest on my throbbing, welted ass, his fingers gently caressing the heated skin. “See?” he rumbled, his voice vibrating through me. “Discipline provides clarity. It reminds you of your place.” I shook my head, unable to speak, completely overwhelmed by the conflicting signals rioting through me.

I nod leaving it at that. i stand and i walk to sit back behind my desk and sit there staring at the files left behind from the meeting yesterday, “Now back to more pressing matters i looked at the files left behind yesterday from the meeting and come to the decision to invest.” His head snaps up and he looks at me like he wasn’t expecting me to invest because of the mishap with his daughter. i chuckle and shake my head, “Mr. Trounce i keep my personal and work separate. After looking at what you have already i would be a fool to not invest.” He stands and grabs my hand tears going down his face and him thanking me profusely. I smile and dismiss him telling him id have my people get with his

I’m more cold and short with anyone who asks stuff I don’t think matters. To make sure I stay unbeatable, I’ve been training harder—body and mind. I’m sharpening my instincts and learning everything I can so no one can trick me. I’ve taught myself to see what my enemies will do before they do it, so I can shut down any plan before it even starts.

he argues. “Congratulations, Bravo! Now that you understand that the secret of my strength is related to the quality of our allies... Don't waste any more time... and conquer your world.” Inspire.