Is My Girlfriend Manipulative Novels & Stories

"You didn't actually think I was devoted to you, did you? I got bored, so I'm moving on." My tears finally fell. "Was I just a toy to fill your emptiness?" I laughed bitterly. "Because you had energy to burn and needed a convenient outlet?" "You're finally catching on." He turned toward the bathroom. "Anyway, Maya's here today. Come back after she leaves." "Kieran!" I grabbed his arm. "How can you treat me like this?" "What's our relationship that you think you can control me? Are you my girlfriend? At best, you're a mistress."

If this were to continue even further, I swear I was going to leak my juices all over my thighs. “I’m not some toy,” I managed weakly. “No,” he agreed. “You’re a woman who’s finally meeting a man she can’t manipulate.” I blinked. “I don’t manipulate people.” He hummed like he was unconvinced. “You’re charming, beautiful, self-possessed, and smart. You know how to make men want you. You wear control like perfume. That's what makes you sort after…exotic…” My mouth fell open. “That’s not— I don’t do that on purpose.”

“But why?” “What kind of question of that? I want you to be my girlfriend because I like you. Isn’t that obvious?” Like. Straight from the horse’s mouth - he likes her - just like. “Do you make every girl that you like your girlfriend? How about the girl you were kissing earlier, you also like her, right? And the girls we saw at the bar in Baguio... you like them, too, don’t you? So it’s right to assume that they are also your girlfriends as well?” She shook her head and moved away from the man. “I don’t want to get involved with that kind of relationship. I don’t want to be just one of your girlfriends, Bullet. I’m the possessive type. I’m clingy, demanding, selfish. When I have a boyfriend

I might have fucked her in the car, but that’s not enough to make up for all the time she has been away. “Please, don’t do this again. We already did it in the car, right?” She pleads, shedding those fake tears. This mate of mine is such a manipulator. One minute, she’s fighting me with so much fervor, and the next, she’s pleading like the most pathetic person on earth. I don’t understand her mood, and that is why I decide not to pay her any attention and do as I please.

A quiet concubine asked, her eyes sharp. “I know he will,” I said through clenched teeth. “Because as she said, he’s not capable of love.“ “Then why does he only see her? He should be done and on to another conquest with the way they’ve been fucking like wolves in heat.” The woman asked quietly. “I think she’s manipulative, using his current infatuation to her advantage.” I answered. “Then we better come up with a solid plan, one that wouldn’t fail.” One of them said,

” “From my perspective, Noah wants to be the pursued. Not the other way round, he finds her constant needs disturbing, and that should not be overlooked. What about what he needs? Like his space, some breathing space. You know, you wake up in the morning and you don’t feel obligated to call someone. Look at us, my parents are out there doing their thing and they don’t even feel obligated to call me. Why then should a boyfriend do that? We are just boyfriends!” Gary applauded appreciatively, “You’ve spoken well, Noah. Women make themselves prey and then get angry when you refuse to see them that way. They go “he doesn’t love me” just because he doesn’t want to do as you please, if that is not

I decide not to take offence at what she's saying because it's clear she has things to say to me that I'd never expect to hear from her. “You're playing around with someone who's a pile of deceit to you and your brother. Knox is manipulative in every way, and he knows how to pretend till he gets everything he wants from you, leaving you with nothing but a pile of confusion.” She scoffs, “You really think you know who he is?” I take a pause, trying to read meaning into anything she's saying to me, but I still can't. “Where's all this discussion stemming from? Aren't you supposed to be his girlfriend? Are you really trying to hurt him in a bad way out of jealousy?” I ask genuinely out of confu

I interrupted him, a wave of disgust washing over me. "I know you don't even care about me or Eva. You're just pulling some trick to get back at me for hurting your male chauvinistic ego. I'm not going to fall for it, Damon! And moreover, don't you have a snobbish, spoiled brat as your girlfriend? Pull this kind of stunt on her, not me!" I spun on my heel, ready to walk away, to escape his manipulative charm. "Shefali…" The sound of my name, uttered in his low, husky voice, stopped me dead in my tracks.

When a woman perceives that we are interested, she uses that to manipulate us at will. “Nothing different from what we do.” He looks at me disapprovingly. “Only we tend to be more cruel. Also, it wouldn't be the first time you've done it. Call her and period. What's different about this one?” I feel like a complete fool. I understand that I am behaving in an irrational way. I have had no problem calling girls before, having had a great time with them. I never give myself a hard time for anything or anyone. On several occasions, I meet my lovers again to have a couple of drinks, dance and have sex, but that does not imply any feelings between us. I always try to make it very clear. I'm not on

I remained silent, my jaw clenched in a tough attempt not to be moved by her false sweetness. "And you commit." "We're boyfriend and girlfriend," I corrected. "Exactly." Lizandra brought her hand to her face, clearly attempting to show embarrassment that she didn't feel. Undoubtedly, those kisses were in her plans as a way to win me over and make me break up with my girlfriend, and perhaps, fall directly into her trap. "I hope this doesn't happen again," she added. I would have laughed at her performance if I weren't so irritated by her attempt to manipulate me.