About Stockholm Syndrome Novels & Stories

“We’d been trapped together for so long, I thought I could trust her. She just wanted to see the surface again, just for a little while.” If Stockholm syndrome is where the hostage starts sympathising with their captors, he obviously had the reverse. He was meant to keep her locked up for whatever reason, but she’d got him to feel sorry for her and let her out on a jolly. Idiot. “Can you put her back? Hey, focus. Can you put her back.” “I don’t know. Yes. Maybe. If she hadn’t been released. But now...” He was all over the place. I had no idea how reliable his answers were.

I know he's not perfect, that he's not a saint but the slapping truth that we're strangers living together was a numbing slap of reality. I was too caught up daydreaming at the man, I almost forgot that the man I've been fantasizing about was the same person who kidnapped me. And I think I'm head over heels in love with him. Dammit. Or maybe I'm just in love with the idea of fairy tale and happy ever, with prince charming sweeping the princess off her feet that I hadn't had time to really think. However, the most terrifying possibility is that I somehow developed Stockholm syndrome. “Wake up! This is not a fairy tale Victoria.” I grumbled to myself. “Nothing is magical in this world so stop

“It’s called Stockholm syndrome. What’s your excuse? Mobster Decency Disorder?” Teeth clenched, his narrowed gaze returned to me. “Is Stockholm syndrome responsible for the lapse of memory you’re fucking engaged?” “Technically, I’mnot engaged. And it’s not as if it came up organically.” His eyes were dark pools. “Technically meaning yet.”

“I was not aware when I first met him, but he later came clean to me.” Agent Chen frowned. “What do you mean later?” Sophia sighed and sucked in a deep breath. “Damien was my stalker.” The interrogation room grew silent. “So, this is a case of Stockholm's syndrome?” “Not at all, he never kidnapped me. He just stalked me and pretended to be his brother for a while. He would sneak into the house, but he had a reason.” “What?” “To protect me,” she answered, her voice hard. “I was being abused by the defendant, and his brother was the only one that gave me hope. He would care and protect me after the beatings.”

"What a waste. You should have let him die; it would have been easier for us both, little one," My eyes flare up in rage. "HEY!" Once again, Dave sighs and scratches his mustache with his finger. "So, I take it we ain't turning you in anymore?" Marina answers for me. "I'm sorry, Dave. Adam told me you need the reward money. He told me you have a wife and three kids to take care of, which makes me feel guilty, but I really don't want to be in a cage and then later have my sister torture me as her prisoner,"

“If she’s willing to act with me for life, I’ll gladly accept it. Of course, I’ll be more than happy to see her being serious.” Hayden pondered for a moment and thought for a long time. “In her case, maybe she’s not really acting.” Hayden thought about it according to his experience and found only one possibility. “Maybe Stella has Stockholm syndrome...” Weston raised his eyebrows slightly and seemed interested. “Go on.” “It is a type of psychological disorder, where a victim falls in love with its abuser. It’s not an uncommon condition. I think what she’s experiencing is very much in line with the principles of Stockholm syndrome.”

There are so many things I want to ask her. If the kidnapping was true, then my cousin is a victim of Stockholm syndrome. She fell in love with her kidnapper! I know about Stockholm syndrome. The victim will develop affection and attachment towards her kidnappers during her ordeal. I'm sure my cousin suffered from that kind of syndrome. Alpha Jett emerged from the bathroom door after showering. He's already wearing casual clothes, ready for our outing to the park. "Did someone call?" he asked. "Yes," I responded. "Oh, why are there tears in your eyes? Why are you crying?" he asked worriedly, rushing to my side.

“What the hell happened?! Is that blood? Are you hurt?!” “It’s not mine,” Ian muttered, avoiding his eyes. He went straight to his bag and started shoving clothes into it. “It’s Zhedya’s. He… he hurt himself.” John grabbed his arm, forcing Ian to look at him. “He what? Ian, look at me! This is the oldest trick in the book! He’s manipulating you! This is textbook! You have Stockholm syndrome!” “Stop it, John!” Ian yelled, yanking his arm away. “He was bleeding out on the floor! He’s not my abuser, he’s sick and he needs me! You don’t understand him like I do!”

she began. I remained still, keeping my body in a position so she wouldn’t feel my hard dick. “Maddy, I never stopped loving you. I never stopped thinking about you. I never stopped desiring you.” She loosened her grip of my hand. “You can’t say things like that. Don’t say stuff like that. Oh my God,” she stood up abruptly. “It’s Stockholm syndrome,” she announced. My brows creased upward. “What?” “I am addicted to you because shit like this keeps happening. I fell for my prisoner.”

His body didn't fit well, so he curled slightly on his side facing her. "Do you need to relieve yourself?" "No." He couldn't believe she still had the upper hand. "Then I'm tucking myself in." "Be my guest." He waited until she climbed inside her sleeping bag and appeared settled. "Tell me why Stockholm syndrome fascinates you so much." Her breathing slowed and her voice softened, "I want you to love me." He inhaled sharply. "You think kidnapping someone makes them love you?" "That's where S.S. comes in," she said in the same dreamy voice.