Uncontrollably Fond Novels & Stories

His face was flushed dark red, eyes burning bright with uncontrollable rage, jealousy, and absolute shock and disbelief! 'HOW DARE THEY?! HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO ME?! Arthur is my own family! My own Uncle! How could he secretly desire and want my wife behind my back?! And Luna… you stupid woman! You swore you loved me, you swore you were faithful and loyal to me… yet immediately after our fight and argument tonight… you go running straight into my uncle’s arm and accepted his help and feelings?!'

Others may understand her far too well. This story explores complicated emotions, forbidden desires, family fractures, power imbalances, and the desperate human need to be seen. It is about the cost of silence and the courage required to reclaim your life after years of shrinking yourself for the comfort of others. At its heart, Beautifully Unfaithful asks a simple question: What happens when the person who vowed to love you stops seeing you? And what happens when someone considered to be off-limit finally does? Thank you for trusting me with Laurel's story.

My jaw clenched harder. No! Absolutely not. This was exactly the kind of weakness I could not afford. Annabelle watched me carefully for several seconds before speaking again. “You should be careful.” I narrowed my eyes slightly. “With what?” “With attachment.” The word immediately irritated me. “I am not attached to her.” Annabelle tilted her head slightly “Then why are you angry?” I was silent because I had no answer. My moods had always been violent and unpredictable. Since childhood, emotions came like storms inside my head, too loud, too sharp, too uncontrollable.

Ardan replied. "You know?" I said. "I suspect, considering how you just described its behaviour" he said. That was answer enough. I took a breath steadying my thoughts. "I need control " I said. That sharpened his attention. "You have control." "Not enough." A brief pause followed. "The bond," he said. It was not a question. "Yes." I said There was no point denying it. "I can't allow it to interfere " I continued. "Not now, especially not when I need freedom to move without being influenced."

“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.

I whispered. But she stepped closer. Slow. Unhurried. “You’re scared,” she said. “I’m not—” “You are.” My voice died in my throat. Because I was. Not of her. Not of this place. But of what I was starting to understand. “That thing they sealed…” she continued, her voice dropping slightly, “wasn’t just powerful.” My chest tightened. “…it was uncontrollable.” The word hit differently. Not strong. Not dangerous. Uncontrollable.

Micah had become a 19 year old, not that skinny boy he was when I fell in love with his mother, and he was getting more of my attention because of the wrong things. It was a late evening for confessions, and Micah had stayed behind. Told him it was just to wait for him to have done the confessions so we could head home. But the curiosity got the better of me finally. I moved in close to the confession chambers just enough to hear Micah confessing his sins. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession," he began. After a pause, he went on to say, "I have watched p**n. Bad stuff. Men touching. It makes me hard, and I stroke myself."

calm but irritated in my voice. "Working," he said with defiance in his voice. "Are you really challenging or are you just stupid?" I can no longer hide my annoyance. Our bad interaction happened earlier, but what happened now? Destiny is fooling us! You are rude! You're annoying! Tsk! What? Reunited but not destined again? Tsk!

my heart fluttered at our proximity. “No men shall see your body, except me. Do you understand?” Possessiveness – Check Jealousy – Check Controlling – Check

It felt like my heart was trying to get out of its cage with the way it pounded fiercely through my chest and for a moment I feared that it would explode along with my cock. I could barely manage to make it into the shower from way my body writhed with pleasure. What the hell just happened? It was rare that I would lose control like that, I could barely remember the last time that I had been intimate with another person. That could very well explain the uncontrollable onslaught of lust. But what I couldn’t understand was how my body had become uncontrollable because of a scent. This was a problem. And no matter how small and insignificant it appeared to be now, I knew that I needed to curb i