Gaslighting Isn't Real Novels & Stories

I huffed heavily with tears streaming like a river. “Everything that happened between us last night was consensual. Stop denying that you didn’t want me, you were dying for it,” His words ripped my heart away. I forgot to breathe to sink his allegation on me. How cruel these mafia men could be. Professor Richard was right, a criminal mastermind can go to every extent to fool the victim. And that’s exactly what was happening here. “You drugged me! how could that be consensual?” I lashed out. “Do you have any proof that I drugged you?” Okay, his gaslighting technique was on the go.

This man is so good at convincing and manipulating others, if I had not known his real face I would have fallen in love with him again. "I have always thought about you. I sent you to college for your own happiness. No woman in my family is as educated as you. People don't even dare to look me in the eyes, and you, you slapped me right across the face. You are that important of a person for me. I went against my family and married you, so that I can give you a better life. I never raised my hands on you till this day because I respected you and seeing you getting hurt, hurts me. I never wanted to do this. I warned you multiple times, I gave you multiple chances to make things right. Why didn

Piper was still reeling from the news that Will had tricked her. After Dale she had sworn to herself that she would never let another man manipulate her again. By the end of their relationship Dale had left her a shadow of her former self. The term 'gaslighting' was the perfect way to describe how Dale had made her feel while they were together. London held so many awful memories and now Will had tainted her time back home.

The glow of my phone screen illuminated my pale face. In a private group chat called The Domestication Project, the group admin, who went by the alias "The Tamer", was busy sharing her latest results. "The test subject was emotionally stable today. Looks like switching his medication worked. His reactions are getting slower. Ladies, remember this. If you want to destroy a man, you have to break him down mentally first. Make him believe he's such a worthless loser that no one but you could ever love him."

he admitted, his voice barely more than a murmur. I threw my hands in the air, pacing across the room as my thoughts collided chaotically. “You don’t know?” I spat. “That’s all you’ve got?” Every part of me screamed to walk away, to leave and never look back. Any other woman would call it what it was—gaslighting. Yet here I stood, watching him closely, and damn it, I believed him. Or at least, some part of me wanted to.

Aarif pointed his finger at Sikandar, “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?” “I did nothing,” Sikandar explained calmly, “You can’t remember them because they never existed.” “What are you saying? Of course they existed!” Aarif had a sinking feeling, “Right?” Of course, they existed, he’s just gaslighting you. “Who said that?” Aarif asked. I’m the voice in your head. “My voice is nothing like that!” “Ah! You can hear the chatbot too now?” Sikandar asked. “No, this is some mental trick,” Aarif rationalized, “You are trying to make me mental like you.”

He didn’t leave his gaze on me. “No,” I replied softly, thinking of the reactions of the people watching that video right now. Sometimes, it was easy to make people believe by twisting a story and playing the victim. “Then you are not what they said you are. They are just manipulative gaslighting bitches. And I don’t peg you as a loser, Maverick. Don’t worry, they will deal with Lake later.” “Please, don’t tell him,” I said quickly. Shit. My stomach lurched.

"I know that they took more than enough time away from the person that I care about the most, and there is nothing that I could physically do about it, I know that they had ruined and destroyed everything and anything that I have known for the last four years. They took away the precious time with the man that I loved and they fabricated everything that I knew. I know that now because of them, I have dreams, nightmares even that I can not differentiate between what is reality and what is fake, and sometimes, I wake up, and it is almost as if I am back under the SIM, and the people around me, I always find myself second guessing their existence, I never want to know that if anything that they

She grabbed his hand, making him stop, “Are you fucking kidding me?” “Let me go.” He insisted, his words firm. She shook her head, unable to believe what was happening. She caught her husband cheating on her on their matrimonial bed, and instead of apologizing, he was gaslighting her. The whole thing looked like a joke, and she kept wondering if it was the same Felix she ran away from home for or it was an imposter. She badly wanted it to be an imposter. Because after everything she’d done for him, it would only make sense if he was indeed an imposter.

"And who says I'm ever going to stop feeding her the drugs. You know, some days, she doesn't talk about Riven at all; we just have fun all day long, but then, in a flash, she remembers and starts asking about him." "Have you tried introducing false memories just like I advised you to... You could use pictures and video... You can also try to distort time for her, make up scenarios that aren't real, and tell her those memories with Riven are all in her head and that none of those things ever happened. If you gaslight her enough, under the influence of the drugs, she's really going to believe everything you tell her "