Male Manipulator Novels & Stories

I sometimes tend to forget how much of a feminist and an advocate for women's rights you are. "I'm not a feminist, I just tend to get passionate about certain things." Nora calmly replied. "You can deny it all you want, but I'll keep believing you are until you prove otherwise." Nora remained silent. "The answer to your question is simply MANIPULATION. It is a very powerful tool used in controlling humans, especially those who are prone to being easily manipulated. It's a mind control technique, and apparently he's skilled at that. Yes, money might be involved, but just as you said, that was only a bait to draw them in. He made them believe he cared about them, wormed his way into their live

“And yet… here I am.” I know him now. I’ve seen him before. Briefly. Always on the edge of things. A trader. A messenger. Someone who never quite belonged anywhere. The Manipulator. He tilts his head, studying me with unsettling calm. “You spoke in the hall,” he says softly. “You almost told her.” A flash of panic cuts through me. “I said nothing that matters.” “On the contrary,” he replies. “You revealed everything.” My wolf growls, restless, angry. “Get out of my territory.”

I’m going to implode. His fingers drift lower and lower until he uncovers the proof I’ve been trying so hard to hide. A grin tugs at his lips, and he traces the seam of my pussy through the thin fabric of my thong. I hate him. I love him. I want to murder him, but I never want him to stop touching me, either. What is wrong with me, and why can’t I escape the hold he has on me? He’s a killer, a manipulator, a very bad man, although none of that seems to matter when he touches me.

How Jaden constantly made me feel like I wasn’t enough, how he only wanted the missionary and nothing else, how he manipulated me into agreeing to a threesome but only with a girl of his choosing—Rebecca. How he treated me like a prop while he focused entirely on her, how I woke up to him making breakfast for another girl in my shirt. By the time I finish, Delilah looks ready to commit actual murder. “He manipulated you into a fucking threesome?” she explodes, pacing like a caged tiger. “Are you kidding me right now? That manipulative piece of shit!” “Delilah —”

If he were a bit softer, he'd be a catch, the type of man every woman would show off and whose sex appeal was so strong he could manipulate women with just a look. He eased in even closer, raising a hand to brush his knuckles over her jawline, then a cheekbone. "I am going to fuck you now, and we will go our separate ways after. There's no need to keep prolonging this" She murmured, "You're a player, aren't you?" Still caressing her face, he said, "Yes, I am. Can we move on to the next thing now? I don't like complicated." "A guy who finds women interchangeable, and goes through a lot of them. He plays games with their heads. This kind of man is worse than any disease."

Hyun-ki heard her and start looking with a creepy look and silence while she is walking fast in front of them, Mun-hee turned toward Hyun-ki and saw him with that creepy look and told him "don't, you told me you'll stop doing it, don't even think about it." Hyun-ki said "I didn't think about anything let's go." The day after, Hyun-ki is in his home balcony smoking and watching the people in his neighborhood he does it every day it's like a hobby. Hyun-ki: "but some of you will see it like some kind of stalker stuff, well to be more specific why I am having such a hobby well if you see that old man over there at this hour of the day he always go to the garden there and sit, alone and keep rea

“I guess… I guess the thing that kept replaying in my mind before making up my mind was her reaction. I overthought about it and I even had prepared replies for anything she had to say.” “Thank you for sharing this with us.” The professor smiles at the girl before looking back at the rest of us. “Manipulative people are experts at making you feel guilty. Most of them are narcissists by the way. I think more than eighty-five per cent of the manipulative people I’ve met in my life turned out to be narcissists too. There are red alerts that reveal manipulators. I would like to hear some from you.” I raise my hand and the professor allows me to speak. “Hidden obligation,” I answer.

I knew she wanted me away from her sweetheart, but that was a far play. "What do you mean?" "Nice question; he has ASPD and he isn't capable of empathy, love, or remorse. A master manipulator at its call, he will stop at nothing to get what he wants, and that is to break you. Who knows if you have been rude to him in the past?"

“What do you want, Viktor? Really want?” “I want you to stop lying. To your wife. To your kids. To yourself. You’re not a good man trying to do better. You’re a bad man on a very long leash. And someday, that leash will snap. And everyone around you will see what I see. The real you.” “And what do you see?” “A killer. A manipulator. Someone who destroys everything he touches. Your wife might love you now. But wait until your kids grow up. Wait until they really understand what you’ve done. They’ll leave. All of them. And you’ll be alone. Like you deserve.”

"Don't play games with me, Lena." "I'm not playing—" "You think tears will move me? You think I haven't seen women cry before?" He stepped closer to the bed, and I instinctively pressed back against my pillows. "Every woman I've dealt with has tried manipulation at some point. The tears, the begging, the promises to be different. It never works. It won't work with you either." "I'm not manipulating you—" "The contract cannot be terminated." The words fell like a death sentence. "What... what do you mean?"