روايات وقصص ضمن Dogs Stockholm Syndrome

Both Matt and Clayton couldn't help but grimace, but they tried to disguise it with gestures of support and comfort. "I had feelings for him," Camden went on, "but I don't know whether it was real or just a means to survive. Like Stockholm Syndrome or something. It wasn't love, but it was something. I'm sure that if it hadn't been for him... I would have been... I would have been..." but she couldn't say the words. Instead, she sobbed, grabbing a tissue from the box in front of her and wiping her eyes and nose with the hand that wasn't clutching Matt's.

Our birth date means the birth of our love and the death date is the day he died because I want to remember the pain that He caused me and I believe that all pains had an end that is why I include the death date. Now that I love Rum and I know it is for real because I cannot leave without him and I know that he feels the same too. Going back to the time that he showed me the videos that crushed my heart into pieces. That almost killed me and when he removed his mask and looked at me. His eyes are telling me to hope that gives me the courage not to give up. I read a book about Stockholm syndrome in which the kidnap victim will fall in love with the kidnapper. I don’t think that it happened to

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.

“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

He had been denied medical treatment until he'd fulfilled the wishes of his tormentor, a man known as the Collector. It got more twisted. Dante had grown to love the Collector like a father. In my dreams, I'd heard the Collector berate him with cruel and belittling words. Then later he'd praise him and Dante would practically glow with gratitude and admiration. This struck me as bizarre until I thought about the way victims of Stockholm syndrome developed affection for their captors. They'd had a disturbing relationship for sure.

This is a situation I don’t want to be in. Mateless, grieving, kidnapped with feelings towards my captor… Wait a minute! Isn’t that an illness? Finding your captor attractive and developing feelings towards them? Wands! This explains everything. I have Stockholm syndrome! A huge sense of relief overcomes me, knowing why I have forbidden feelings towards my captor and mate's murderer. I need to focus again. Now I have an explanation. I don’t feel so confused. I just need to keep ignoring and fighting off these feelings and focus on Micah’s revenge. Being here, kidnapped, might not be such a bad thing after all. I can use this to my advantage and kill Lord Talon. His attraction toward me is ob

She squeezed but didn’t stop talking. “And I was lucky enough to be rescued a few days later by Killian Ricci.” “Rescued?” Natalia scoffed. “I think you mean kidnapped again.” I squeezed Sera’s hand tighter. Sera shook her head calmly. “No, I mean rescued. I just didn’t know that right away.” Natalia covered her mouth and coughed, “Stockholm Syndrome.” Maybe we could just send Natalia home before Lyle got me the transaction list. I doubted anybody in her family would be stupid enough to think somebody would actually want her enough to repay debts.

"You're not... are you... getting attached to these people?" "I don't have Stockholm, if that's what you're thinking." Shaun crossed her fingers in case she did actually have Stockholm Syndrome and was lying to her mother. "I'm just trying to make the best of a bad situation." "Okay, but I don't want you to ever forget that they killed somebody. No matter how kind they are to you now, they're killers, Shaun. I feel like..." Fatima choked on her words and paused to take a few deep breathes and gather herself. "I feel like I just got you back after thinking you might be dead. I can't handle knowing you're alive and well somewhere, only to find out they killed you anyway. I know you can't tell

He'd succeeded in his act to Stockholm syndrome me and made sure I was dependent on him these past few days. I was in foreign lands, a powerless she-wolf with no sense of direction and just combat methods, and I wasn't armed. He used that as an advantage to get me attached to him. Anything could easily happen to me but this village could be my haven now that we were here and I wouldn't have to worry about the perils of the wild.

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