About Stockholm Syndrome Novels & Stories

The blood on Madelyn's arm had stained the bathtub. It was heart-wrenching. Zach said, "Madelyn, do you know about Stockholm Syndrome? As long as the hostage believes there's no possibility of escaping, she'll fall in love with a criminal..." Before he turned sixteen, Zach engaged in many criminal activities with Hayson's subordinates to make a living. He had witnessed a group of men being mean to a girl. Girls like her were made to work at nightclubs because they owed too much money with really high interest.

my own wolf is mocking me now. I don’t find him hideous, that’s a given. A blind female would find him... But he is holding me and my sister here against our will. And one way to overcome this Stockholm Syndrome is to see my sister, to set a clear path of freeing both of us. My sister’s sight tortured in silver chains is enough to make him a monster in my eyes. I get up from the comfortable couch overlooking the lake and I go straight to my room. I dress in the warm clothes I never asked but were brought to me anyway and I cross the passage to the pack-house.

"Do you think a farmer saves his prize horse because he loves it? He saves it because it pulls the plow! They are Lycans, Neoma. They are slavers. They don't know how to love anything they don't own." He released my hand as if it burned him. He stepped back. His eyes cold and hard. "You're suffering from Stockholm Syndrome," he decided. His voice flat. "They broke your mind. But that's okay. I'll fix it. Once they're dead, you'll remember who you are." He raised his free hand. Around the perimeter of the courtyard, shadows moved on the rooftops. Laser sights flickered to life—dozens of red dots dancing through the smoke like angry fireflies.

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.

However, confusion overpowered the surprise I felt. ‘Eggplant?’ The confusion ended shortly after happiness and satisfaction took over. My heart felt light when he finally showed emotions and I felt like there’s some progress in our relationship. Is this Stockholm Syndrome? Nope. It’s called “Just trying to survive in this shitty place with shitty people and Vaughn is the only less shitty person here that I can consider as my friend” type of thing. Though I still hate him for abducting me.

“He was practically proud of it, too. You know, I never meant to fall for him. He’s kind of a shitty person, and when I realized he was behind the thing I was scared of…” “Sometimes you can’t help it,” I assured her. “I didn’t want to fall for Liam, either.” “But you have the mate bond driving that,” Adara said. “I had nothing. Just my own stupidity.” I hummed, still providing her some grace. Grace I wouldn’t give myself. “Was he good to you at least?” “Not in the slightest,” she laughed. “Nothing like Liam is to you. It was Stockholm Syndrome.” I cocked an eyebrow at her. I could admit Liam was good to me now, but he wasn’t like that to start with. It was because of the start I couldn’t bel

Yes, she was the one who had started this, and yes, she should be punished technically, but it also didn’t change the fact that if not for her, we wouldn’t have been safe and alive. “I think we are suffering from Stockholm syndrome or some shit like that. I can’t help but feel bad for her,” I said, opening my arms to have Seff come and hug me. He chuckled at the way I pouted at him but listened to my demand nonetheless as he crept onto the bed beside me and hugged me. I placed my head onto his arm, breathing in his scent and rubbing my nose against his chest, snuggling closer to him. “Aah, this feels better.”

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

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