Manipulative Novels & Stories

I raised an eyebrow. "Communication is ninety-three percent non-verbal," I said. "Just because he can't communicate the way you'd like him tobfor the remaining seven percent, does not make him stupid." "Besides," I said, switching to English. "You can't understand me now. Does that make you stupid?" The man looked at me with furrowed eyebrows before dismissively waving his hand and walking away. "Small-minded asshole." I muttered as he walked away. Zak gave me an amused smile and I shook my head.

"Start small. Make her feel...happiness. Joy. Something positive and harmless." Eve focused on Mrs. Blackwood, reaching out with her succubus senses. She could feel the older woman's emotional state...calm, slightly nervous, but willing. Eve concentrated, imagining joy, trying to project that feeling onto Mrs. Blackwood. Nothing happened. "You're thinking too much," Markov said. "Desire manipulation isn't intellectual. It's instinctive. You don't think someone into feeling happy. You feel happiness yourself, amplify it, and push it outward."

"Oh. That. I'm trying not to make the paper move." "Why?" "I hate the way it sounds. It grates on my nerves and makes me want to stab my ear drums out." He smiles in amusement. "That's some serious hate." "I know. I'm trying not to breathe very hard, so it doesn't move." Suddenly, he stands up and begins ripping the paper off the table. "What are you doing?" I look around frantically, like someone is going to see him and kick us out. "What does it look like?" He wads up the offending paper and tosses it in the trash. "There. Problem solved."

"Ready to begin?" Agreeing to put her curiosity away for the moment, Eleanor shook out her hands and nodded. Nick clapped once, "Great! Now, as you know already, my ability is mind manipulation. It allows me access into the mind of another creature, animal, human or other wise, to look into. Plant or erase, I manipulate as I see fit." She nodded in mind boggling surprise and asked, "How many minds can you go through at once?" "As many as I want. I call it the double C's. Collective control."

He proves to me that he can wait for us, that he loves me dearly. I was drowned in his touch and I won't be able to escape from his playful haptic, well, I don't want to escape either. THE END

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.

"How could I not see it? It was so obvious that he was an expert at manipulations. I should have known." I dialed Cassie’s number immediately and narrated my ordeal in the past days and broke into uncontrollable tears. "You’re not stupid, Chloe. You’re human. He’s manipulative and he knows how to use power, respect, and approval as weapons. That’s what makes it dangerous. You are only a young woman who wanted love like every other person." "I thought it was something… special." I sobbed and she slowly sighed, "That’s how he traps people. He makes it feel personal so you doubt your instincts."

It enables you to direct the discussion and gently nudge them in the direction you want without them ever noticing. After that, he moved on to more difficult lessons. He would describe his business activities to her, focusing on human interaction rather than financial gains and losses. He would explain how he would carefully manipulate words and nonverbal clues to deceive rivals, obtain information without asking direct questions, and transform a disadvantage into an opportunity. He would say, "Consider this, Violetta," his eyes shining with a crafty intelligence, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper.

I was a man of power, and every detail of my surroundings served that purpose. I waited, the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner the only sound breaking the silence. Patience, I’ve found, is the ultimate tool of a manipulator. Rush a delicate situation, and you get a broken toy. Take your time, and the toy will happily fall into your hands.

He concluded, turning to face Calhoun with a mocking smile on his face. "You see, I was born with the gift of manipulating emotions. I can make people believe their worst fears have come to life, and the same goes for their dreams too. I can make a woman in love with a man, think she is in love with a goat. I can bend anyone's emotions to my will! Isn't that great?" He said, laughing deliriously. "Your friends here, are experiencing their worst fears. You are a special one. You do not fear anything." Immediately, Damianos brought down his hand and stretched both his claws, widening his stance.