Manipulative Novels & Stories

I sucked the living daylights of him and I can feel his shaft twitching indicating that he was near. He came into my mouth and I licked him clean. "You look beautiful, being messed up like this" I murmured to his ears. He was still high on his climax that he never noticed when I lubed my fingers and inserted one to his entrance. He gasped and shut his eyes containing the pain, so I kissed him again to divert his attention. When I feel that he was relaxed I add another finger, I am scissoring him to loosen up. I inserted my third finger when I feel that he loosens up, and I hear him moan louder when I continue thrusting him more.

He jabbed a finger at me and shouted, “Not only are you petty and manipulative, but now you’re egging others on to attack Serena verbally! “Apologize!” I forced a bitter smile and asked, “You keep saying I’m manipulative, but I really don’t understand. Back when you were chasing me, you said I was the purest and kindest girl in the world. How is it that now I’ve become petty and small-minded?”

She’d been working towards this for years, if not centuries, so of course she wouldn't miss the opportunity to brag about it. I wasn’t upset either. Partly because I was finally getting answers, partly because I was waiting for the perfect moment to do what I needed under the table. “Cai? Well… he’s fun, isn’t he? You two once had a thing, right? I can see why,” she winked, causing me to wrinkle my nose in disgust. “Alas though, his genetic predisposition is too similar to my own. At best, I can influence only on a surface level but to fully manipulate someone who by nature can also manipulate, even if that’s in a slightly different way…? It just doesn’t really work. Just sort of made him si

They are the only ones with whom I have to be careful about my lack of emotion. But other than that, I was grateful for my lack of emotions and sympathy because they are weaknesses that can manipulate you into doing something you don't want to do. I know it because I am one of the manipulators. It's my lack of sympathy that makes me the best at what I do. I torture without feeling any kind of remorse or guilt, and I don't connect emotionally with anyone. Yes, I have people to protect in my family but that's the end of it. With Anna, I was taking things slowly as I didn't want to force her into anything that she didn't want. I was doing all these to make her feel comfortable with me. We have

I promised them with a smile that almost made the three of them gape. I just walked right past them and they didn't do anything. They seem surprised because of the open "I'M NOT INTERESTED AT ALL" that I did to them in the worst way. A smile full of mischief is lingering on my lips. Yes, she gets on my nerves but I just know how to handle people like them. They are easy to manipulate those people who love to bark.

what are you doing? "I don't understand," I tell him without opening my eyes. "What does this have to do with anything?" "It has everything to do with it. You need to understand your own body if you want to understand how to control someone else's." My eyes pop open. "Control someone else's?" "What do you think seduction is?" he answers. "It's manipulation in its finest form. You say or do things with the express intent of inducing a specific response in someone else." "I'm not trying to manipulate anyone," I insist.

Or taking advantage of those who deserved it. Lying, thieving, hacking, from people who had it coming or wouldn’t miss whatever I’d taken, was never an issue for me. Just the foreign entity that plans down to the last microsecond on how to get away with it. Takes in every detail and charts a thousand and one ways to achieve a singular task. There is no stopping it. Curbing it. Or otherwise predicting the manipulative and hostile personality. One that doesn’t bat an eyelash when considering cold-blooded murder and other disturbing arrangements.

“She would kill me with her bare hands if she knew what happened.” “You didn't mean to cheat on Selene,” Nick said. “Right?” I closed my eyes and sat on the bed. “For a mental manipulation spell, as good as the one they have exercised on you, to work, you must have had some kind of emotional connection to the person who manipulated you,” the sorcerer said, and I felt like I must swallow the earth. "The manipulator must have some influence on the manipulated for the spell to work properly. The spell uses connection and power to maximize the manipulator's influence."

Greg asked, “How do you know who to use if you can’t see who you were using?” Pellethia took a moment to ponder on how to explain the manipulation process in a manner that a non-decipio could understand, and she began, “Think of your minds as compartments. Each compartment is an aspect of you or your lives - love, fear, resentment, pride, and every other aspect. When we invade the general archives of your minds, we normally pull out only one specific material to deceive what you see. Stronger decipios can pull out more than one at a time. My personal record is eight. Rafael’s is ten. As great as that sounds, it’s actually not that mind-blowing if you explore the intricacies of our ability. H

I decided to offer a proper answer this time. "Nothing. I'm holding nothing over her." I separated every word, loud and clear for him. Blackmail isn't something I resort to unless necessary. Manipulation? Yes. In fact I would say manipulation is the most powerful tool to get one to their goals. But not blackmail. Not that it's beneath me. I just happen to like working my way with words a lot better. I watch the struggle of the person sitting in front of me, enjoy every second of the uncertainty in their eyes till I witness the exact moment when they reach the breaking point. It fills every part of me with immense satisfaction to see them cross the line to this side, an odd sense of achieveme