Is My Girlfriend Manipulative Novels & Stories

"You know I'm right. You're just too blind to admit it." "No," I said, trying to push aside the doubt that threatened to consume me. "You're just trying to manipulate me. Fucking stop!” "You can deny it all you want, Audrina," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "But deep down, you know I'm right. I’m the man of the season, and you are meant to be my wife; our names are already written next to each other in the goddess’s book.” "Did she tell you that herself? Or perhaps you have seen the book, you mad man. You don't know anything about love," I snapped. "You're just a selfish, manipulative bastard who only cares about himself. You are too desperate, and it irritates me.”

* I asked, struggling to breathe. “You know exactly what I’m saying, fatty. Listen, Leo’s my boyfriend. I don’t know what lies he’s fed you, but I feel sorry for you—you’re just another victim of his manipulation. Leo has this thing for trying something new. I guess one night with a fat, ugly woman was next on his list.” I refused to believe it, even as my instincts scream that she might be right. That I am a victim, just like she said. But I won’t accept it.

“What? That I saw your girl with another guy? I’m just trying to help you see the truth.” I stepped forward, close enough that she lost her smirk for half a second. “You don’t help people, Stephanie,” I growled. “You manipulate them.” “Please,” she scoffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I’m just saying maybe you should open your eyes. She might be sweet, but girls like her? They break easily. They fall into other arms when yours aren’t around.” “You don’t know anything about her,” I snapped. “I know she’s been spending a lot of time with Alex lately,” she said, her voice cold now. “And I know you’re starting to look pathetic chasing after someone who probably isn’t even into you.”

"How could I not see it? It was so obvious that he was an expert at manipulations. I should have known." I dialed Cassie’s number immediately and narrated my ordeal in the past days and broke into uncontrollable tears. "You’re not stupid, Chloe. You’re human. He’s manipulative and he knows how to use power, respect, and approval as weapons. That’s what makes it dangerous. You are only a young woman who wanted love like every other person." "I thought it was something… special." I sobbed and she slowly sighed, "That’s how he traps people. He makes it feel personal so you doubt your instincts."

Was I just another distraction in his life? I heard this and knew I was dealing with manipulative tendencies from Isabella. I recently read an article about emotional manipulators. One of the effective strategies manipulators apply is selective truths to create self-doubt to maintain control. I looked directly into her eyes, searching for a glimmer of deception in them. "Why do you tell me this? She put her hand on top of mine; her fingers felt cold even against the heat in the room. "Because I care about you. I would hate to witness you repeat others' mistakes."

"That's different." "Different?" She laughed insolently. Her perfect little hands fell on her perfect little hips. She stood between the two beds, the breeze from the window to her back ruffling her shirt. Christ, she was hot as hell angry. "Different how, Ian?" "I don't use sex to lure someone into a relationship. It's not a tool and I don't manipulate my partners." "He wasn't manipulating me. He's trying to make us work. You can't even commit to a second date."

Mason pov She fell asleep to me rubbing soft circles on her back and snuggled up to me. I felt so stupid that I hurt her for years over April. Amanda whimpered in her sleep so I pulled her closer to me. She was so little now compared to her healthy self from years ago. Her giving up and trying to kill herself woke me up but she would most likely not forgive me for my mistake. I could feel her hurt and hate. Yes my mate hated me cause I fucked a girlfriend not a mate but basically a fuck buddy. I thought April was my everything but now all I want is Mandy.

But just because he’s rich and sexy doesn’t mean I’m going to become a docile doll in his hands. In reality, I know why he wants me to be his girlfriend. It’s not love, it’s not even affection. He just wants to see what’s under my clothes. I’m just a whim, a fantasy to satisfy. But if he thinks I’m going to let him have his way… he doesn’t know me. I decide to make him wait, to play the mystery card. To make him drool, to mentally kneel. I need to be smarter than him, more patient, more manipulative.

"Hey calm down, I rubbed her shoulders and gestured to sit at the empty table next to us, "You see Meg, it's my girlfriend, she is a little possessive, manipulative and she cheats non stop...and...and...it been stressing me out, I know it doesn't justify what I did, It shouldn't have happened and I am sorry, Megan you're my best friend and I will never do anything to intentionally hurt you". Girlfriend? Natalie was a lesbian? It all sums up now, I never hear she speaks about guys and notice the way she looks at my nakedness, her apology felt sincere and genuine.

I will be waiting for your answer. XOXO. At that moment I felt disgusted with myself, without even a bit of morality to respond to the woman with whom I spoke for most of the early morning. —That cell phone was ringing like crazy. In fact, it was what woke me up. I had fallen asleep too,” she explained with Sunny in her arms. Your girlfriend is very pushy,” she added, the disdain in her voice not lost on me. -It's better? I pointed at the baby, ignoring her comment that Chelsea was my girlfriend. Manipulating her to make me accept or deny any event in my life was not going to work; she owed Claire nothing.