Does Belle Have Stockholm Syndrome Novels & Stories

FINALLY!! The BULLIED series has come to an end. I want to thank all those who supported me throughout this book and waited till the end… I love you all so much. I always said “I would never support rape” and this is me still saying that I do not support it. I had an idea and a plot, I was inspired by an article I found on Stockholm syndrome… that was why I found the Book 1 necessary to be written, so you can see the back story.

"I believe your kind calls that kidnapping." I narrowed my eyes at him. "If that was kidnapping, then based on your actions in the kitchen, I think we need to discuss the concept of Stockholm Syndrome."

She must stay here to protect her family. Glancing back at Vin’s sleeping form, Callie inhaled deeply. Why the hell was he even here? She’d been ‘howling’ as he had so eloquently stated, but if that were the case, he could have just told her to stop, or better yet, he could have left. However, the crime lord helped her through her panic attack, brushed her hair, and stayed with her until she fell asleep. Her situation reminded her of the fairytale where a beast took the most beautiful woman in town in exchange for her father’s safety. She let out a hopeless chuckle. “I guess, we’re not so different, Belle and I.”

She inquired in concern. Malena shook her head, “Henri.” She mumbled in a low voice while holding on to her bionic right arm. "He is so gentle and sweet even after he cut off my arm and threatened to kill me. He... He shows that he cares and looks at me with concern." She added stutteringly. Shortly after the session ended, Malena left. “Another case of Stockholm syndrome,” the trauma expert uttered under her breath while completing her notes. MEANWHILE, IN THE Altiplano prison, in Mexico.

"So what happened was shocking, and a bit confusing, but I ended up making my way out of the situation before I came here, but then I have been given some time to think about it.' I nodded, eyes fixed on him so as to not miss out on any of the expressions he was making. "You see it turns out Belle is worse than I thought. She left the country to find a rich guy, or perhaps she met him, and then would I say dated him, and made him unable to resist her before finally poisoning him to deeth." "What?!" Both my hands covered my lip, and my lips remained parted even while covered. Goosebumps formed on my skin, but I could feel the tension. "She what?!" He probably saw my shock, and nodded gently,

I knew one thing for sure: The Bella I’d tried to convince myself didn’t exist, was very, very real. I leaned back on the railing, looking at her. “Come on,” he said. “Want to get out of here? Somewhere quieter?” Tessa eyed him warily. “You mean besides the scene of my almost kidnapping?” He grinned. “Exactly. Let me wow you.” “Wow me?” she repeated. “That’s a bold promise.” “I’m full of them,” I said. “But I deliver.” She was still wrapped in my jacket, scrolling through her phone when I noticed the tiny crease between her brows.

We both fell silent, and the car went quiet. “Belle.” She turned toward me. “You are not letting him come over. You are not seeing him. Do you understand me?” She looked away, refusing to answer, but my eyes never left hers. “You clearly need reminding who you belong to.” Belle suddenly leaned forward. “Mr. Hulk, would you please stop the car?” “What are you doing?” I wondered what she was thinking. Belle turned back to me. “Trying to save myself from your punishment and the end of your bullwhip tonight.”

In the labyrinth of tunnels, the faraway moan of metal and screamed commands reverberated. Where? Gasping, Alistair held her hand with unexpected force. "Near," Belle said, voice breaking as she pressed on. Suddenly, a prone person came into view: Theodore, unconscious, pallid as paper, bound to a cold metal frame. Whispering, "You're safe now," Belle knelt and pushed back his wet hair. I have you. Breath breathless, Alistair collapsed against the wall. We are not out yet. Belle's eyes flitted about, detecting movement, enemy reinforcements swiftly approaching, boots thudding closer, and harsh, unrelenting voices.

Belle was a sociopath. Ever since she was young, she had known what was right and wrong, but it never really mattered to her. What she cared about most was what suited her best. Despite this, she wore a mask that showed others the perfect person they wanted to see. She made tons of friends, and she had very few enemies. The few that she had—those who were able to see beyond her facade—were dealt with promptly. Of course, she had never killed anyone, but there was more than one way to ruin a person.