Manipulative Characters Novels & Stories

I could smell plastic people. "A manipulator may use charm to get power. Charm comes easily to manipulators because they are ruthless and have no qualms about hurting anyone," she said emphatically. "So, you kids, it's not because a man is handsome or a beautiful person, he is already trustworthy. Sometimes the ugliest could be the most trusted." Whew! That's very lengthy explanation. And in fairness, she didn't seem to be much of a beast mode right now. I wonder if she's a manipulator too.

Giving me a slight nod, he acknowledged me, then went back to looking at his leader. “What is a Mind Manipulator?” I asked in all curiosity. Stephan seemed irritated to be disrupted but answered my question. “They have the ability to make someone hallucinate, erase minds, and even the strongest ones can make you do something you don't want to do. They are a lot like foreseers, despite the fact their abilities don't work on other supernatural creatures.” I nodded slightly, indicating I was somewhat okay. I would have a while to digest this all, apparently. -

But what she found most strange was the feeling that she was dealing not with one but with two totally opposite Rúbias and she could only talk about this with her sister, the nurse and occasionally with Índio, the driver. “It borders on exaggeration when it humanizes the game's characters, giving them feelings and..., on the other hand, treating real people as if they were lifeless, just manipulated and manipulable objects.” comments Eleonora, speaking softly to her sister. “Mercy… she’s gone completely crazy or… it’s pretty close, don’t you think?” asks the sister.

"I sincerely understand where you are coming from but I want you to know that I am friends with Hailey and I cannot afford to let her down. We made a promise to each other and that will never change!" "We are just going around the circle and I know that you are too attached to her because of the way she is treating you. But I guarantee that those things that she is giving, she will use that against you! To manipulate you and she would ask you to do things even thought it is against your will!" "Don't worry I am not dumb enough to be manipulated like that. I am smart enough to know the difference between kind and manipulative person so I hope we should not misinterpret what I am saying here!"

“All of them.” “No!” screamed Mandy. She turned and ran but Phil jumped in front of her. “Sorry, babe, can’t let you spoil the party.” Some beautiful women use their looks and their physicality (by which I mean boobs) to get men to do what they want. They are manipulative, devious and completely consumed by their own self-interest. They stalk the dark recesses of nightclubs, looking for football players to feed on.

“Thought as much. Me poor cousin had the CP. Had an awful time of it. Couldn’ hardly get round, much less enjoy life, she limped so bad. Sad little thing she was, growin up. Never could play anna games with her friends or kin. No runnin or jumpin or ridin bikes or ice skatin or swimmin, even. She spent her childhood sittin on the side, watchin, pretenden she waren’t always near to tears.” Hot anger shifted inside, rising past my collar, flushing my face. I’ve always hated manipulation. Can smell it coming a mile away. Right then, a flicker of insight allowed me to see the man in yellow’s concern as the manipulation it was. Quite frankly? It pissed me off. I latched onto that like a drowning

I inhaled deeply and slipped my feet into the heels. As he opened the door, I could see the shift in him. He looked pleasant and approachable. The kind of person that drew people in. He was unlike the man that had just hurt me. It suddenly dawned on me that he was more dangerous than I thought. He was a master manipulator. He slipped his arm around my waist and I stiffened. “Loosen up, Marlowe,” he leaned slightly towards my ear. I said nothing in response. I was still working on my act. If I reacted in a way he didn't like, I would be done for.

I shake my head. “No. But I know. I can smell him on her even when she’s not around. You really are doing a shittu job for a big brother, you know.” I take a hard swallow from my bottle, then slam it back down. “He’s a manipulative bastard. That’s what he is. He acts so calm, so damn noble, like he’s helping everyone, when really he’s just—” I stop myself. My jaw ticks. Killian waits, then says quietly,

"Please, Micah, just for a little while? I'll do anything! I'll carry your books, I'll get your robes, I'll even promise to never reorganize your silverware again!" "Oscar, get up, stop doing that—" "Please! I'm begging you. You're a man of God, you're supposed to be able to take the lost stray sheep back into the fold!" He started to whine, puffing out his cheeks and making exaggerated little pouty faces with his mouth, his nose scrunching up in a way that was way too intentional to be anything but a pathetic attempt at manipulation.

"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 lives, and then began manipulating them like a puppet master. I mean, look at them Nora, they're all single ladies. " "That doesn't mean anything, and you know it. I agree with you on some aspects, but not because they're single. We're both single ladies also and we don't fall for just any guy" "I underst