Male Manipulator Novels & Stories

"That's also the truth. And I don't know how to make both things true at the same time. I don't know how to be the man who used you and the man who can't breathe properly when you're not in the room. Both of those people are me. And I don't know which one you should believe." I stood there and let his words settle. Both truths sitting side by side in the cold air. The manipulator and the man. The strategist and the lover. Both real. Both him. Both present in every interaction we'd ever had, layered on top of each other like transparencies on a projector, neither fully visible without the other. "That's the first honest thing you've said to me in a week," I said.

“Listen to me.“ He gritted his teeth while lifting my head to make me look him in the eyes. “If there is anyone in this damned world who knows Stark better than anyone else, it is me. I know what he is capable of and what he has done, especially considering that you only entered his life a few weeks ago. He is a manipulator and a fucking liar. I can tell you that you mean absolutely nothing to him; he only wants you to produce offspring for him and after that discard you as soon as possible.“ “Liar!“ I growled, my entire body shaking as the word fell out of my mouth. I could feel the heat rushing through my blood, a wave of anger slowly taking over me as he says those words. I didn't trust a

he asked. “Is your ego so big that you can't accept a simple dismissal? Good God, you must have never been dumped in your life, right?” “Certainly not from women like you,” he said coldly. Women like me? What kind of woman was I? The ones that were easy to manipulate and that he loved to use as a puppet? Women he could easily control, give orders to, and act with arrogance? At that moment I wasn't sad to hear that from his mouth, I was sad for myself because I let him manipulate me once again.

Alejandro fucking knew how to dominate and manipulate and he was proud of that very fact. Obviously he was hinting Genelia the same thing all this time. Alejandro was the master of toying mind and emotions indeed, she knew but she never knew that his limits of manipulation were this dangerous. First he ruins then he loves. The god damn sadistic freak was he! He destroys one to the point where there is nothing left to destroy then he marks his men his... treasuring them with his affection and make them worship him. A chill ran to Genelia's nerves, a sudden realisation then hit her veins when she realised why he was acting so cocky the whole time.

It was weak, but I was still able to get glimpses of it, of his emotions, and those glimpses I dismissed as me being new to the whole feelings thing that I was sure I got my wires crossed or something. My bond with him told me that he was angry, hurting even. It would suggest something I am trying hard not to consider and so is my wolf. Manipulation. That is also something all men here have in common. Some are straight arrows, they don’t have the patience nor the mentality to play a mind game but most of them love playing. It’s what they’re here for after all remember? He was feeding me false emotions. Trapping me, manipulating me to believe he wasn’t as bad as I was imagining. Only to take

"You always want to make yourself look good. You try to do yoga even when you're not feeling good or sick. I have done some research before you went in here. You have done yoga since you started your streaming career. You've loosed a certain amount of fat in your body, you now have a developed muscle tone, making your physique look more lean-looking." "How did you--" Rory was cut mid-sentence by Violet. "I'm not done yet. You look innocent and naïve. Back in the past, you were once in a relationship with Tyrell Williams, Clifford Young, and Hugh Durham. You are constantly attracted to narcissists. You keep walking straight into that trap over and over. You are a masochist. And now, John Hend

Silvan’s presence alone is enough to bring a crowd of almost five hundred people to stone silence. The mere sight of him screams power and confidence. It’s evident in the way he walks, the way he talks…the way an audience composed of accomplished business men and women listen to him like he holds the very limited tickets to heaven. Silvan Rourke is a very dangerous man to have as an enemy. He’s a manipulator, the kind who wants to eat his cake and have it. He professes his undying need for me one day and acts like I do not exist the next day while keeping his baby mama hidden from the world.

"What exactly do you think I'm so convinced not to see?" A long silence stretched on the other end, the silence pressing down on me like a weight. "The guy is manipulative," he states at last, in a lower and calmer voice. "He gets into people's minds, makes them see what he wants them to see. He phrases things under an idea so that you could even trust him to take care of you, and then…." "And then what?" I demanded, sticking tight around my throat. "He uses you and, when he is done, destroys everything," he said simply.

" I have warned you and next time you try to act smart, I won't be so kind, now be a good boy and watch me f***k her." James spat. I felt so useless, I felt humiliated! My father-in-law was right in front of me and this guy was going to rape me?! No, this can't be happening to me. With one swift move, he ripped off the shirt leaving me in only a bra. I couldn't even use my hands to cover myself up because they were broken. I resulted into falling to my knees feeling defeated.

"I command an asset your ambition requires. You possess an asset my nature desires. And I would venture to report that my administration is exposing far more historical capital to risk than your career is." I narrowed my eyes, my jaw tightening as I prepared to launch a fierce verbal defense, but his voice cut off the track. "I am not suggesting that the asset you hold doesn't carry immense value. It carries the highest value. To your own wolf. I am simply ensuring you comprehend the ledger from my perspective." The male was lethal. A master of structural leverage. But I recognized the maneuver for what it was. "You are an elite psychological manipulator, Mr. Thornridge."