Manipulative Characters Novels & Stories

She was like marble under his hands; hard and cold. "You are just like the other population of Oakville. I knew you first from the Bentleys. From David's memories and Merlin's dreams and Cole's contempt. Then I met you in school and I knew you again. By the end of the week, I knew you like you were family; all from your thoughts, memories, and feelings. I lied. Judging from the person you are I made a bet with myself; make this boy fall for you before the cancer snuffs you. Who better to manipulate someone than a mind reader? I knew you would lap up the whole you-make-it-silent shit. Because I knew who you were. I deduced your character and decided to make my remaining short existence intere

Beneath the charming smile and the contrite eyes, he was still the same controlling, manipulative person he had always been. And Adelaide was trapped, caught in a web of her own making.

Just another cruel manipulator to add to a long list - one you would surely find the Castelli's on, but not nearly for the same reasons. Sure, the family had come to master the art of deception over the years, able to twist their ways into people's minds and find a way to get them to do whatever it is they pleased, playing with them like you would with a puppet. They were manipulative, cruel, and they lied and used people, yes. But they never did it for fun. They never did it for pleasure.

"I want to give you information that will help you... manage your partnership with her." ‎I felt a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. ‎"Manage," I repeated. "That's an interesting word choice." ‎"She's manipulative," Marcus continued, the words coming faster now. Desperate words. Words from a man who'd convinced himself that he had something worth selling. "She's brilliant at making you think she's vulnerable when really, she's completely in control. She uses people, destroys them and then she moves on to the next one."

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

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.

“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.

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.

The next moment, he drained the young lady who was sitting on his laps life force, he was kissing her, so taking that opportunity he took her life force, her body turned into a dry twig, she lifelessly fell on the floor like a chunk of tree branch. "See..." Chard was overflowing with confidence. The other ladies gasped. Chard took another by gripping her wrist very hard. "Come on darling, come play with me a little." She obediently sat on him. Taking the girl's distracted look he muttered a spell and everyone continued what they were doing like though what happened was deleted from their memory. He used the girls as the dead one replacement and no one found anything suspicious. A real mind m