Manipulative Characters Novels & Stories

I couldn't see what she had done , but she had done something. " You have spent too much time away from your own kind Vee , you are forgetting what we are like. We do what we need to do to survive, we don't have remorse or feelings. It's always the next step, the next move. Tactics , manipulation and death are just a part of the package of having what we have inside of us. You got weak , you gave into the conception of happily ever after. The easiest kind to manipulate is those that dream of love and happiness. It makes them too hopeful that everything is a dream. It fucking isn't. Your parents were too soft on you. They didn't focus on their prodigy , too focused on those idiotic ideas of t

My charm became my greatest weapon as I whispered carefully calculated words into the ears of influential decision-makers. Sabotage became an art form. I subtly sowed seeds of discord among the Davis siblings, exploiting their existing rivalries and fueling their insecurities. I manipulated their fears and desires, turning them against one another. As their trust eroded, I stepped in as the voice of reason, the confidante they didn't know they needed. My first move was to manipulate the financial records. Under the guise of a diligent accountant, I subtly altered figures, creating discrepancies that would baffle even the most seasoned auditors. The financial instability I engineered cast dou

Very far from it. I slid my hands into my pants pocket as I walked over to Di Benedetto. He has been quiet, acting like he wasn't the boss in the whole failed attempt. That's one thing about manipulative men. They always thought they had the power and the complete authority to do just whatever they wanted and didn't know how to heed the side of caution, so once they get caught, they are left with nothing else but having to deal with their dumb brains. I opened my mouth to speak to him, but Kylie cuts in.

She had just been another pawn to me then, so it seemed only fitting that I added her to my chessboard once again. Karina smiled and yawned, laying back in the bed. “You’re such a sweet man.” She quietly said as she closed her eyes. Actually, I really wasn’t. I had perfected my ‘kind and gentle’ act back when I was at the orphanage with Lyra. It was how I manipulated my way through the power struggles that came my way. Most people think to take something they want that you have to be ruthless and heartless, which is true to an extent.

And that made him even more dangerous. His power wasn’t just in muscle. It was in charisma. The way he spoke. The way he owned every room he entered. He didn’t dominate with force—he didn’t need to. He manipulated the air, the mood, and the expectations. And in the process, made everyone else feel smaller. If we were in the human world, Damien could be seen as a Casanova mafia, while Alpha Martin would be seen as a serial killer, charming and handsome in an evil way. I felt Alpha Martin’s gaze fall on me.

My mouth fell open. How could one person be so manipulative and dark like that? He asked the landscaper to assault me and make me lose the baby? For a while since residing at the manor, Alex seemed to be the more level-headed and kinder one. But he was the mastermind of pure evil. He didn’t care about anything or anyone except for himself.

“He is the one who is the most matured one of all. The peacemaker to be exact, but only towards the embodiments’, and only when it gets so frustrating and annoying. And only if it is all according to his own set of charts.” “Tsk!” Nate couldn’t help but laugh about the sin’s nature. For honestly having the character that is unlikely of his own definition of sin. But rather a mix of the other, which makes him mysterious and at the same time peculiar. “He is like everyone’s, older brother, who takes the leadership when they are all in a dispute. Yet is a manipulator who wanted everything of all the glory to himself.” The familiar tone that they both know about the sins and their embodiment.

She was blinded, trapped in his web of manipulation, just like I had been, in a way. This pregnancy, this relationship – it wasn't love, it was a cage. And sometimes, the only way to free someone from a cage is to rattle the bars. Violently. He thought he was untouchable. Charles Campbell, the master manipulator, the puppet master pulling strings from the shadows. He moved through the city in his expensive cars, surrounded by security, radiating an aura of untouchable power. He felt safe. Secure. Complacent. He wouldn’t feel safe for much longer.

At that moment, she pretended to be kind and asked Lucas to get Rosie out of prison because she simply wanted to continue using Rosie as a tool! Rosie looked clever, but she was not very bright. On the contrary, Anya had a face as pure as an angel, but she was a scheming person. She was very good at manipulating others and could everybody around her believe with absolute certainty that she was a harmless, pitiful girl. She was very masterful that way. However, nobody around her knew her for what she truly was!

Lucas nudges my shoulder. "So these wolves, the ultimate gifted ones as you two put it" I scroll back through the slides to the list of four grouped individuals. The visionaries - are the people who see either the virtues or the past. The healers - are the people that can help heal people other than themselves. The emotional manipulators - are the ones who can manipulate other people's emotions. And lastly the elemental manipulators - the ones that can manipulate one of the elements - earth, water, fire and air.