About Stockholm Syndrome Novels & Stories

He could have chosen to hide in the most expected place, back at Los Alamos but the police were reported to have raided the den four years ago, he couldn't have gone back. But soldo is a man of the unexpected. Cole was a former member to the circle just like I was and he did mention seeing Soldo in Port Harcourt the day he went to visit his grandma in Nigeria. Then again this was two years ago, before all this threat and bull shit. Soldo could be on fucking Mars planning on how to plant weed in Jupiter. " Aaaaah! This is hopeless!!" In my anger, I grabbed the glass bottle containing less than a quarter of whiskey and threw it against the opposite wall.

Stockholm syndrome? Part of me still believed that he must have been a figment of my imagination. A desperate attempt to connect Tristan to something good, to convince myself that he wasn't all bad. Like a fucked up coping mechanism to see me through this hell hole of a place. But another part of me couldn't shake the feeling that he was real. That there had been something between us, something special. I couldn't stop thinking about him, wondering if I would ever see him again. A huge part of me wanted it so badly. That safety, that warmth that cocooned me in his presence was addictive.

Be careful what you wish for, 'cause you might get it plus extra. Sometimes our time together wasn't even about sex, but just hours of making out until I lost myself in her, and every time I told myself that once I got out, I'd drag her to jail, it just made my stomach turn because something told me that I wouldn't be able to do it. Was I having a case of Stockholm syndrome? I never thought it was possible but I found that I couldn't function when she wasn't near me, talking to me, stroking my hair, or whispering naughty words in my ear.

He could have done anything to her in the years that he had held her captive. Also, humans spoke about something called Stockholm syndrome. That was something that could happen after only a few days being held captive and she had been held for years. I had never taken psychology classes but I knew enough about it to know that if she was affected then she probably wouldn’t be happy about my plan to kill Arthur. If I was going to tell her what the plan was then I had to be very careful how much I told her. “I already have a plan.” “You know that you can trust me.” She replied, still holding me in her arms. I was desperate for that to be true but there was still that voice in the back of my hea

I began trying to piece my observations together as I paced the room with leisurely steps. "It was your fault. You offered her up, didn't you?" I stopped to look at him, "You were so scared and cowardly that You couldn't protect your woman, you let it happen and the shame claws and eats at you every day, doesn't it?" I taunted, my gaze trained on him. I could feel his shame radiating around him like he was on fire with it. " You hate him but you still have this weird Stockholm syndrome situation going on, don't you? He after all saved you when you barely had anything, when you were dying in the streets! You let the mother of your children down because of cash? You watched him rape her over a

He was going to throw me back in the cell where I belong. He warned me but I was arrogant enough to not heed. I wanted to help him even though I knew he wouldn't appreciate it. I diffused a bomb that would have destroyed his multi-billion dollar mansion and he did not blink eye of appreciation. Talk less of stitching the wound in his neck. Maybe I should have stabbed him there and watched him bleed. I thought I hated him but I've only been lying to myself. I'm trying to hate him but this Stockholm syndrome I probably suffer from won't let me.

I think it was called Stockholm syndrome. “Garrett, Ethan, please excuse the way I will behave. I have to shut down my emotions and become the cold-hearted Josie once again.” I linked them both as the pack house came into view and out the front stood the four people that had caused my life to become a living hell.

“Why are you so hell-bent on defending him, Nora? Let’s put that unknown lady aside, he fucking kidnapped you and hurt you so much that you lost the ability to walk and he is also keeping you in his house, do you have some kind of Stockholm syndrome? Is that why you are no longer seeing all the wrong he did and is still doing to you? Aren’t you even seeing that you are his victim? Come on, Nora, think,” Rose yelled out, gesturing with her hands. Nora understood her anger but she kept getting everything wrong. Stockholm syndrome? That wasn’t it, if that’s what she felt, she would have known; more than anyone else, she had always been aware of herself to know when she was clinging to someone a

I said, “so you’re finally abandoning your idea to take revenge?” Liam scoffed. “Father has to pay for hurting you. Maybe until he accepts what he’s done to you, that’s when you notice it too.” A bitter smile engulfed my lips. “Father didn’t hurt me. Not really. If I were competent—if I could be the son he was proud of, then he wouldn’t have to push me hard.” “Tommy.” His eyes widened. “You have Stockholm syndrome.” I snorted. “I don’t. Stockholm is between partners.”

“As much as I know, Boss cherished you so much. I don’t think a lot of scientists have met you personally. Although, I heard that Caramel used to be your personal scientist or whatnot.” “Yeah.” “So it’s true.” A Stockholm syndrome, he gulped shallowly. “Correct. I have a fucking Stockholm syndrome. I loved my abuser and adored him too fucking much.” Hades blew out the hot air from his mouth. It wasn’t his intention to mock Shadow’s mental health. Living in a chaotic life, he knew that as much. Their mental state could deteriorate to the lowest level and such syndromes were bound to appear. The heavy atmosphere struck between them. Both of them were thinking about the past and both of them ha