Gaslighting Isn't Real Novels & Stories

"Jaxx isn't who you think he is! He's a shadow, Elena. A criminal. A ghost who only emerges when he wants to destroy something of mine!" A loud, theatrical scoff escaped my lips. My head tilted back as I gripped the towel tighter against my ribs, feeling the damp fabric cool against my flushed skin. The absurdity of his words struck me like a physical blow… the sheer audacity of this man, standing in my home, trying to gaslight me after everything he'd done. "Well, he's exactly who I want him to be! Did you ever stop to consider that, Graham? Your twisted, bitter perspective of him belongs entirely to you. It has absolutely nothing to do with me."

"And it's not like Easton was completely believing and trusting you at that point." I watched Easton look at him and then give him a look. "Wait, what? What do you mean? What do you think of me?" I asked the two of them, steadily pushing Easton's shoulder so that he faced me, and doing the same to Igor because they were slowly trying to step away and look away from me. "We're just saying. What is going on? How could you even talk nicely to Nikon?" The same Igor who just told me that they believed it was a one-time thing was finally opening up and complaining. So I realized they were gaslighting me. I was right. They were holding on to the argument for later so that they could first have fun.

“Even when they tried to take you away. Even after everything you learned about your mother. That’s how I know our love is real, babygirl.” Love. He always said it so beautifully. Like it was something pure instead of the twisted, suffocating thing he had created. I tried to pull away, but he held me closer, pressing soft kisses to my forehead, my eyelids, my trembling lips. “You’re safe now,” he murmured. “I protected you from them. From their lies. Reynolds and that lawyer — they were trying to confuse you. To make you doubt us.” Gaslighting. The word floated through my mind like a warning. He was already rewriting what just happened.

"You mean you convinced me to take you back after I caught you fucking her on your desk. After you had her move into your house after throwing me out? That's not making it right, that's manipulation." "I never manipulated—" "You gaslight me constantly!" The words feel like liberation, like finally naming something that's been suffocating me for months. "Every time I have a concern, you tell me I'm overreacting. Every time I need something from you, you make it about how I'm being unreasonable. You've made me question my own reality so often I started to believe maybe I was crazy." Viktor's expression shifts from anger to something colder. "So, what are you saying? You want to throw away two

The sharp sound of my hand connecting with her face rang through the microphone, echoing across the hall. The entire audience froze in shock. Even the live chat went silent for a moment. Madison screamed in pain as she fell to the floor again. I rubbed my sore wrist and looked down at her coldly. "Who do you think you are, calling him Grandpa? I'm his true successor. I don't need an imposter like you to help me plead with him. "You've been impersonating me for so long that you actually believe your own lies? You're nothing but a heartless, opportunistic illegitimate daughter, trying to take what isn't yours. What gives you the right to shout at me like this?"

She said, looking at the person in front of her. He grasped her hand again, lifted it up, and placed his hands on his cheek. Then he said, looking straight into her eyes, “See, I am as real as you are. You are not having any hallucinations.” Sia’s eyes widened as she heard this. She shook her head like a rattle and said, “No…..no….no…..not at all…. This is not possible.” “If you give me a chance, I can explain everything, Sia.”

"Go into that room. There's a brand-new game console in there." I pointed at Mom's bedroom. I then turned to look at Mary and said, "Mom just bought a bunch of luxury skincare products a few days ago. They're all imported brands." "Jack, I saw Mom withdraw seven grand the other day. She kept it all in the closet." After I said those things, everyone's expressions changed instantly. Their eyes drifted toward Mom's bedroom almost automatically. "Y-You're talking nonsense!" Mom shouted as she lunged at me to cover my mouth, but I dodged her easily.

"When you swore I was poisoning your coffee. Remember? You were so convinced. You threw the cup against the wall." My blood ran cold. "I..." I stammered, my mind racing. "No. That was different." "Is it?" He squeezed my wrists tighter, twisting them slightly. Pain flared up my arms. "You've been under so much stress, babe. The IVF... it's messing with your head. We need to get you back on the meds." I felt my tears spill over. This was gaslighting. Pure, calculated gaslighting. He was trying to make me doubt my own eyes.

"Has he hit you more than those two times?" The direct question made me flinch. "No. He's been careful since then. But the control, the lies... It's getting worse." "And you think he's hiding something about your fertility treatments?" "I don't know. Maybe I'm paranoid. But why would he lie about the Chicago clinic? And that phone call I overheard..." I twisted my hands in my lap. "Am I crazy, Zoe?" She shook her head firmly. "You're not crazy. What you're describing sounds like textbook gaslighting. Making you doubt your memory, controlling your conversations, isolating you..."

“He’s not just gonna hand them over, Rich. If he’s giving her something he shouldn’t be, he’s not about to admit it. And it doesn’t make sense—why the fuck would he even do it?” Rich exhales, tapping his fingers against the desk as he thinks. “Depends. Certain drugs can make a person completely dependent, mentally and physically. If they miss a dose, they black out, forget things, get disoriented. Makes them easier to manipulate.” His eyes darken, and I see the moment something clicks. “Gaslighting.” He snaps his fingers, nodding to himself. “Certain drugs make it easy as fuck. If he’s been messing with her meds, he could be controlling her without her even realizing it. Hell, he could be co