Manipulation Stories Novels & Stories

I was genuinely confused. "She manipulated Regina into hating you. She fed her so many lies and deceits with a pinch of evidence that she ended up believing it, but the truth was that the evidence wasn't true. It was just a story that was turned into a different POV so she could get what she wants," Dante reveals and my teeth grew sour from gritting it so hard.

“I’d like to share a story—a story about deception, manipulation, and betrayal. It’s a story that involves all of us, though some of us more directly than others.” The murmurs in the room grew louder, but I ignored them, picking up the folder and holding it up for everyone to see. “This,” I said, “is evidence of months of lies, schemes, and malicious intent designed to ruin lives and destroy trust. And it’s time everyone knew the truth.”

"Don't call me a fool; I tricked you for years, manipulated you as best I could, changed your thought structure, made you resent your bond, made you cheat on your mate, and made you make the most horrendous decision of your filthy life. I know full well what the consequences are for me, and I don't want them." I took off my fake belly and removed the glamour I had put on me, with which I had managed to fool everyone. They were surprised to see me, but I got a good look at Axel. “The baby never existed; it was never a truth; it was just a way to manipulate you, to make the bond between us so great that the spell of suggestion and mental manipulation would never fail,” I said with amusement an

" She denies and pushes me away from the sink. “I think I'd better go do something else, Celeste. There's a guy who likes to read, why not spend some time in the library? — He continues to wash the vegetables in my place, staring at them. I nod, shoving my hands in the back pockets of my pants. I know Hannah isn't going to freely say this, but something comes to my mind...so I cancel my trip towards the door. Manipulation: An oddly messy act that rips a thousand things out of you. A strong name for something as simple as...playing green...

But now that I saw and caught a glimpse of it, I knew how to control it. Most men were easy to bend, simple-minded creatures driven by lust or ego. I’d learned how to twist both to my favor, how to smile just right, cry at the perfect moment, tilt my head in that helpless way that made them drop their guard. I had trained myself in manipulation the way warriors trained with blades. I perfected it. I was always sure that they were all wrapped around my little finger, that they did what I wanted them to, no matter what the cost was, whether it was my body or their lives, either way I would know how to react.

**"According to recent rumours, your abrupt ascent in rank is a planned attempt to gain entry into the Harrington empire. Do you dispute that you used deception to get their riches and influence?** A murmur swept over the room. The charge wasn’t new, but beneath the dazzling lights and the attention of the press, it felt heavier. I didn't flinch as I looked into the reporter's eyes. *Take charge of the story before they do it for you. **"Yes, I am guilty of asserting my birthright and standing up for what is legitimately mine constitutes "manipulation." But let's be clear: I was no longer there. They took my identity. The people who concealed the facts should be the ones facing manipulation

“He falls madly in love with me, and we live happily ever after?” She shrugged one bare shoulder. “Or maybe he just stops pretending you don’t matter. I see it. It's like he got you off the streets and asked you to sign a contract to be his wife. Except, of course, he did; that stunt that was pulled a day before your wedding, was it true?” I gave her no answer. “How do I manipulate him?” Susanne’s smile didn’t waver. “Make yourself matter. That’s what women like us do.”

His hands left Anne's body but his gaze didn't leave her. "You see, within two months, I've realized it's so easy to manipulate someone, anyone in fact. You can make someone think they're the enemy when in fact you are. You can make someone think they owe you something when in fact they don't. You can make someone feel they're making up stories against you when they're not. I know this because I did it to someone I loved and it was terrible. But now I know how easy it is, I can't possibly ever fall for it again." He kept moving until he came up to Jason and Gabby while the others who'd come to help her quickly dispersed under his intimidating stance.

I asked him not to talk to Andrew, as he didn't know if it was Manu's desire to reveal her erotic stories to her family. —Manu used a pseudonym, but he was never shy about showing me his stories. I loved to read. It was just weird knowing she used you as inspiration for her protagonists. —She told me that. I haven't had a chance to read it, but I'd like to try. Maybe if I read these stories to her, I'll end up waking up something that makes her wake up. —I'll send you the website link. I really hope it works.

Double-stuffing his own wife’s throat while the brothers destroyed my holes. “You wanted this, Helen?” he growled, voice shaking with corrupted lust. “Then take it all.” The ultimate corruption was complete. My husband was no longer just watching — he was participating in my destruction. They fucked me for hours. I lost count of how many times I came. They rotated through every possible combination — double vaginal, double anal, airtight spit-roasting. They made me beg on camera for their cum, for their babies, for them to destroy my marriage and my husband’s political dreams.