Manipulative Novels & Stories

I release a breath and wipe my sweaty hands on my jeans as we pull into the bank. "Gum? It'll help you relax. The brain associates eating and safety kind if hand and hand. The chewing motion should give you something to fidget with and make you less tense." "It had an opposite effect. I thought you said gun and my heart nearly fell out my ass." He laughs and shoves a stick of gum at me. "I'm starting to figure you out. That smart mouth, it's a harmless coping mechanism. You're really sensitive you know? We'll work on that." No. I'll hopefully be gone by then.

I pushed and writhed against him, trying to escape him. “Maybe this is what you want. Right? You want to be manhandled. Don’t you?” I ignore him and keep struggling. “Who would have known little miss shy and quiet was such a masochist?” He taunted. “I’m not.” I said weakly. Why did I sound like I’m trying to convince myself instead of him? I’M NOT!! He is manipulating me to think I like this. That’s what he is good at, manipulating people.

That was what made the whole thing so dangerous. He knew how to make the truth feel like an insult and the insult feel like an opportunity. Edmund spoke again, this time with a faint edge of triumph in his voice. “Imagine a place where your capabilities are not dismissed. Where your loyalty is not wasted. Where you can be more than the backup to another man’s decisions.” My jaw tightened harder. He sounded almost sincere. That was the worst thing about him. He always sounded sincere when he was being manipulative. It made it easier for people to lower their guard and easier for themselves to forget that they were being measured for usefulness.

I stared at myself in the mirror, my eyes red and my lips still quivering as I tried to reapply lip gloss. I looked terrible. Lashes seemed to be holding up, yet the clear tear trails cut down my cheeks. That was unmistakable. I looked like shit. I took out a compact and tried to fix what was wrong, doing my best to lessen the look of my emotions. Finally, I took my clutch, leaving the restroom making my way to the server who was seemingly waiting for me. There was one glass that seemed different, so I picked it up.

Jung together before taking a seat. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry that happened Sophie but as far as I have understood things, Teressa is a really good manipulator or Nathan has actually forgotten. What did his therapist have to say about this?", Jimin questions with a huff of air releasing from his lips and Mr. Min suddenly shifts. He presses his lips together and frowns before bringing his arm around the back of the booth, behind my stop and shifts lower comfortably. "Sorry, felt a little stuffy. I can remove it if-"

“Exactly my point. You’re acting like you want to have feelings or something.” I gave him a look. “You’re not helping.” “No, no. I am helping. You just don’t like my methods.” He leaned forward, suddenly serious. “Listen, here’s what you do: you stop chasing. Women hate clingy energy. You give her space. Ice her out a bit. Make her miss you. Trust me, she’ll come crawling back.” “That’s manipulative.” “That’s psychology,” he said, grinning. “You give her attention, she pulls away. You pull back, and suddenly you’re all she thinks about. It’s the push-pull dynamic. Works every time.”

The man might treat me like garbage with his words but his body told a different story, his control slipped when I touched him, his carefully maintained indifference cracked when I pushed the right buttons. I could use that. I could make him want me enough that helping me seemed like a reasonable price to pay for continued access. I could seduce him into being my ally even if he hated himself for it. The plan was manipulative and calculated and probably made me no better than Adrian in some ways, using someone's desire against them, exploiting their weakness for my own benefit. But I was past caring about being the good person, past worrying about playing fair

Rosalies POV: I woke up with a splitting headache that had me feeling heavier than usual, making me come to an assumption of ōnoki the 3rd tuchikage paying me a visit during my time of obliviousness and using the: Doton kajūgan no justu, one that manipulates gravity allowing him to increase or decrease a persons weight at wish.

The other four interviews were generic. We spoke with Justin from Bloodmoon, who could create and manipulate illusions, which I admit was pretty cool to see in action. He can make a fake me to confuse and distract enemies allowing me to get out of a dangerous situation unnoticed. After him, we sat down with Sebastian, also from Bloodmoon. He can manipulate kinetic energy, so he can take his enemy’s energy and redistribute it to himself, to someone else, and of course, push it back.

With his love for me as my leverage, I could mold him into the perfect pawn in my game of manipulation. As Sean's words hung in the air, I felt a surge of triumph wash over me. His declaration of love was like a weapon in my hands, a tool I could use to bend him to my will. And so, with practiced ease, I returned his affections, weaving a web of lies and deceit with every loving word that passed my lips.