Controlissues Stories

Adrián built North Vale from nothing - early mornings, impossible standards, every detail controlled before anyone else arrived. He's good at it. Maybe too good. A brief look into the story of a man who learned to manage everything except what it cost him.

Cecilia doesn't do romance. She does lipstick, control, and emotional self-sabotage. But when a first date turns into a weekend away with a stranger named Eli, she finds herself slipping - not into love, but into something far more dangerous: vulnerability. Patterns Are a Bitch is a literary novel about emotional detachment, female rage, and the quiet violence of trying to feel again. Perfect for fans of Sally Rooney, Ottessa Moshfegh, and hot people with cold hearts.

Kristy struggles with the concept of control. Disclaimer - I don't own Baby Sitter's Club 2020.

THIS IS PART TWO : "You're playing a game you can't win," he whispered, tightening his grip. "I already have," she choked out, becoming light-headed as she struggled to get a full breath in. He was well aware just where to hold, because he held her right on the edge of passing out. "Is that so?" He asked. "From where I'm sitting, you have not." His thumb released her enough to stroke her throat. "Enlighten me, Hermione." She shivered at the sinful way her name sounded on his lips.

Nanon Korapat is a spoiled brat who collects people the way others collect vices-quickly, carelessly, and only to feel alive for a moment. But when a forgotten one-night stand returns as someone else's perfect boyfriend, he finds a new obsession: not love, not desire, but the art of ruining what isn't his. Ohm Pawat refuses to bow to anyone-not to Nanon, not to temptation, not even to himself. But the boy's poison seeps under his skin, twisting every attempt at resistance into something dangerously close to need. Two egos collide. Two families fracture. Between obsession and sabotage, between perfect siblings and toxic ones, comes a story of attraction sharp enough to draw blood. This isn't love. This is war. And only ruin will survive.