Total Control Novel Novels & Stories

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

Like control wasn’t just taken, it was tested, pushed back on. “Yeah… that didn’t go the way he probably thought it would,” Adam added, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. He closed the book slightly, tapping it against his palm as if debating whether to keep going. That lasted about two seconds. “I’m not putting this down,” he said firmly. “Not now.” His curiosity had already locked in. Whatever this book was, whoever wrote it, it wasn’t random. Every line felt intentional. Like more layers were waiting. He glanced around the empty bar again, then back at the book.

Novel shouted. “Why do you let that witch control you?” The scene shifted again. Ten-year-old Novel was handing little Alessia a pill. “Alessia, take this. It will help you forget the bad things.” I watched my younger self swallow it. Then, back to when we were five. I walked into the living room with sleepy eyes. My parents were lying dead on the floor. Novel was standing over them, covered in blood. “Alessia... Mistress Elora killed Mom and Dad,” Novel said, her voice trembling. She helped me up and took me to our room. “Take this pill, Alessia. You never saw what happened.”

I reconnected with my grandmother, echoing Alex's sentiments, "I'll think about it, Grandma." Curious, I turned to Alex. "What happened?" He sighed, the weight of the world seemingly on his shoulders. "Costa Nova Company is now under Daniel's control, Roberto's son-in-law. He's backed by Lucas and the government. And Rebecca is being framed for all of Costa Nova's misdeeds. Looks like Lucas is determined to win this so-called Moon Goddess war." "It's the same with Nathan," I added, my voice tinged with frustration. "Eclipse and Multilink, which should be mine by right, are now under his control since my mother's disappearance. He's effectively the sole leader."

He’s setting the stage for the real game. And we’ve just walked into it. Nathan Control is a fascinating thing. People think it’s about power. Fear. Intimidation. They’re wrong. Control is about patience. I sip my whiskey, watching the city unfold beneath me from the penthouse window. The skyline flickers, lights stretching into the darkness like veins, pulsing with life. Behind me, Vince waits. Silent. Calculated. I don’t look at him as I speak. “She’s with them?”

He pressed his palms against his knees under the table, his breath shallow. Evelyn sat perfectly still. Her croissant lay untouched on her plate. The only sign of life was the faint tremor at the corner of her mouth. A crack in the mask. She had built her entire empire on control— control of her house, of her family, of every narrative. And now, for the first time, control was slipping. Her enemy now had a name. A face. A billion-dollar empire. And she was looking right at her. The anchors moved on to another story. The market report resumed. But no one in the dining room lifted a fork, or touched their coffee, or breathed.

The device opened. Not physically. A screen appeared. Thousands of files. Names. Accounts. Companies. Birth records. The master registry. My stomach dropped. Victor whispered, “Finally.” Then another message appeared. SELECT ACTION. Three options. ASSUME CONTROL TRANSFER AUTHORITY DISSOLVE CROWN AUTHORITY Nobody moved. My breath stopped. Nicholas stared at the screen. Victor raised his gun. “Assume control.” I looked at him. “No.” “Do it.” “No.” “You have no idea what you’re holding.”

🖤Alexandra🖤 I picked up the spoon again, taking another bite of the food like the conversation wasn’t important, even though I was watching him from the corner of my eyes. “Control,” I added, “control is real. Control keeps things where they should be. Predictable. Stable.” That’s what I understand. That’s what I trust. Jacob moved then, slowly walking around the counter until he was standing right in front of me. Close enough that I had to tilt my head slightly to keep eye contact.

“You’re the master of control. How do we control this?” The use of the alias didn’t fluster him. It seemed to center him. Julian’s gaze sharpened. “We don’t control the narrative. We become a new one.” Before Adrian could ask what the hell that meant, his own phone rang. Not a number. A contact. Home. His stomach plummeted another mile. He looked at Julian, panic surging back. Julian gave a single, grim nod. Adrian answered, putting it on speaker, his hand shaking. “Hello?”

“Yeah.” “Oh, that’s worse.” “Yes.” Because this isn’t brute force. This isn’t chaos. This is control. Precise. Calculated. Dangerous. The Unwritten speaks again. “Priority… manipulation.” “Exactly.” “Outcome… unpredictable.” “No,” I say quietly. “It’s not unpredictable.” Both of them look at me. “It’s controlled,” I continue. “Just not by us.” The connection pulses again. Sharper this time. More focused. And then— It happens.