Male Manipulator 소설 & 이야기

The man might treat me like garbage with his words but his body told a different story, his control slipped when I touched him, his carefully maintained indifference cracked when I pushed the right buttons. I could use that. I could make him want me enough that helping me seemed like a reasonable price to pay for continued access. I could seduce him into being my ally even if he hated himself for it. The plan was manipulative and calculated and probably made me no better than Adrian in some ways, using someone's desire against them, exploiting their weakness for my own benefit. But I was past caring about being the good person, past worrying about playing fair when no one had played fair wit

"You really want to make a mess out of me, huh?" He yanked me towards the bed and hovered over me. I quickly kicked his crotch, and the male fell to his knees. I stepped out of the bed unscathed and grabbed a handful of the male's hair. "I know a man who is the same as you. He was a womanizer, but he never forced women to sleep with him. Instead, the women crave him. Unlike you. Nobody fucking like you." Filip groaned and shouted as I pulled the male into the wet, cavernous ground. The filthy mud smeared across his clothes and to his cheek. I drag him into a puddle and forced him to look at his reflection, cast upon the water.

His honesty was spun as his biggest scam. The word was out: Jonah Miles hadn't fallen for the boss. He had seduced him. Not for love, but for power. The comments were sewage. Gold-digger. Whore. He saw a billionaire and grasped at the stars. The homophobia was abundant, but it was the accusation of intentional manipulation that was designed to inflict the biggest blow. It stole away his agency, his moral compass, and his own reality, leaving him a scheming cliche.

He’s too good. He makes me want to believe that his intentions are real. Even now, as I lie in this bed wrapped in his scent and the echo of his breathing whispering silent apologies against my skin. I want to believe that maybe he meant some of the things he said to me back when he pulled me up off the ground and held me in his arms. But Dominic Guerrero is a master manipulator, a king forged in death and violence. He didn’t claw his way to the top by being soft. He’s the enemy.

"You just found me in bed with another woman, and this is your reaction? Not even a teardrop?" I was stunned by his audacious statement. "Is this your attempt to manipulate me into tears? What did you expect? That I would break down and beg for a man like you?" I said disdainfully. "A cheating bastard like you would never get to see my tears." "You think you're better than me, huh? Well, let me tell you something, Ann. Any man you get with will do the same to you. Men are naturally polygamous, it's in our nature to cheat." He proudly proclaimed.

“I don't know, Manuel. What if I screw up again? What if she sees through me? She's smart, you know.” He sighed, “I have to admit that you are not in your prime, Nathan. I don't understand how she ever fell for your ridiculous facade.” “Hey!” He laughed, “No offense intended, my friend.” My fists clenched. This was all so… humiliating. But what choice did I have? “Alright, alright,” I said, defeated. “What do I have to do?” Manuel’s smile returned, and he started to explain. His words, a detailed instruction manual for manipulation, deception, and… seduction? made my stomach churn.

“You and I have something in common, we both need something, mine happens to be the company and yours —“ his gaze softened. “—is your father lying in a hospital bed waiting for a miracle.” I bite the inside of my cheek. “You’re so good at manipulation you know? And also good at twisting He grinned. “Charm is an underrated negotiation tool.” “Bribery you mean?” I asked. “Temptation.” He corrected. God, he was so impossible, and yet he’s not entirely wrong. I did need help and $150,000 wasn’t lying around anywhere waiting for me. But to marry him—a man like him and to carry his child, that he’s unwilling to care for...that he wants to use as a puppet to get to control the company —that thought

I manage. “I have,” he says. “Not with Nathan. But with men like him. Elliot. Julian. The whole Dominion dynasty of ego-driven sociopaths who treat women like acquisitions and loyalty like a kink.” I cross my arms, but the chill’s already crawling under my skin. “They don’t flirt,” Adam continues. “They assess. They dismantle. And they only want the ones they think will break the prettiest.” The silence stretches between us. He softens, just barely.

"For trying to use Jace as leverage. For showing up at my workplace like he has any right to my time. For thinking a sandwich and some pretty words would make me forget what he is." I stopped in front of her, close enough to see the adrenaline still coursing through her, the way her hands trembled slightly with residual anger. "What is he?" I asked quietly. "A manipulative bastard who only wants what he can't have." Her eyes met mine, clear and certain. "A man who sees people as possessions, not partners. Someone who will never change because he doesn't actually think he did anything wrong—he just regrets getting caught." Every word was a revelation. This wasn't the broken woman Lucas had cr

He has a look of sadness on his face that doesn’t sit well with me. After spending time away from his influence and around people who are real and true to their self I have learned to see right through his games. Michael is a manipulator plain and simple. What I ever saw in him that made me think we could be happy together has vanished into thin air. I knew that Michael always liked to play around with girls but now I know the true extent of that game. He is just like the rest of the men who take what they want. He may not outright rape a girl but he manipulates them into thinking that they are something special to him. He leads them on until they give him just what he wants. Power. Power ov