The Self Disciplined Me Is Practically Invincible Novels & Stories

“So the door inside the mind…” “Yes,” I say. “It doesn’t need permission every time.” Silence grips the room. Because we all understand that. Invitation may begin as conscious choice. But once pathways are learned— Habit can mimic consent. Aidan steps beside me. “Then we train discipline.” “Yes.” “We monitor each other.” “Yes.” Matteo exhales slowly. “And we sleep never again.” Possibly. The point pulses softly. Not invasive. Not demanding. Almost patient. I hate that patience most of all.

“After working for me for over a month, you still struggle to speak up for yourself.” My breath caught. “I didn’t want to escalate things,” I said softly. “That’s exactly how people walk over you,” he replied. “Didn’t I tell you on your first day to always be ready for a fight? Always.” His eyes held mine…sharp, assessing, almost irritated with how much he cared. “You let people think you’re small,” he continued. “You let insults land, even when you didn’t deserve any of them. You’re competent. You’re disciplined. But when someone pushes you, you shrink. And that has to stop.”

— Sit up straight, he says, without raising his voice. I straighten my back, dreading and welcoming what comes next. My fingers have become strangely sensitive; the skin of my palms awakens to the slightest touch of fabric against my thighs. My thoughts loop endlessly; I must not rush, I must wait for the signal, I must remain present, and it is this discipline that makes me sharper, more alive.

Until he does, I have no idea that I’d been struggling to breathe. “Yes, ground rules. I like that. No choking the trainee for example.” I say, secretly adjusting my hardness in my pants, grimacing when my fingers find stickiness in there. Is my self control non existent where this is guy is concerned? Have I turned into some kind of pervert?? He ignores me, carrying on like I hadn’t spoken. “You will protect your body with your life.” “That was ages ago! I’m no longer that person!” I scream in exasperation. I’ve been desperately running away from who I was, adamant on becoming someone that isn’t lost to their own vices.

“You worthless piece of trash, scrub harder! Did you not eat today?” “Get away from me, you disgusting freak! You’ll dirty the floor!” “What are you looking at? You blind, ugly monster!” Fists, boots, clubs, and malicious insults became her daily routine. Eventually, Vanessa seemed to have really gone mad. She would often scrub the filth mechanically while muttering to herself in a crazed, delirious tone, “Go back… I need to go back to the modern world… Ethan, honey, take me back! This isn’t real… Since I’ve traveled through time, I must be able to travel back. I have to find a way; I need to find a way–”

The addiction in his words was too raw to have been anything but genuine. Before the meaning could settle though, the lock on my door twisted, and it was shoved wide open. I screamed, trying to force my sex-drunk limbs to move and cover myself as uncle stepped into my office.

Strength without control can destroy. I pause, hand resting on the railing of the training deck, letting the words sink in. The voice doesn’t frighten me anymore. I’ve learned to listen, to feel, to respond. And I know, deep down, that strength isn’t just measured in victories over others—it’s measured in victories over oneself. That night, I don’t seek Asher. I don’t need to. My body aches pleasantly, my mind hums with quiet satisfaction, and the voice remains close, a comforting presence.

"Amelia, trust in yourself. Believe in the strength you hold within. You have a fire within you that can match any challenge." His words struck a chord, piercing through the fog of confusion. With newfound resolve, I channeled my energy, my emotions fueling every strike. The pain and frustration, the yearning and the fear—all poured into my movements. In that moment, I felt alive, connected to something primal and untamed.

Even if it seems like an insurmountable challenge now, I won't give up until victory has been secured. I have been dedicated to this for the past decade, honing my endurance and physical power whilst eliminating any of my doubts. I pushed myself to the limit for the sake of my father - sacrificing so much of my mental and physical energy. Even as I instilled in myself a sense of discipline, I knew that this would benefit me in the long run. Along with an increased understanding of who I was and what was important to me, this commitment granted me fortitude that has served me well throughout. I will save them once and for all!

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.