Manipulative Novels & Stories

“We start earlier today. The objectives are different. Yesterday was pressure. Today is manipulation.” The word hangs in the air. Manipulation. In my years at the Vanilli house, one thing I have learnt it, manipulation is their best fit. I take the chair beside Alessandro, but I do not lean toward him. I sit straight, steady, ready. Matteo slides a stack of files toward me. “Your father-in-law built his power through manipulation. Lies, half-truths, omissions, and emotional traps.” I nod at that. He continues, “It’s the kind of tactics that convince people to act before they realize they have been moved. This exercise is designed to help you identify manipulation before it lands.”

Minus Viper’s lips formed a slight smile, but his eyes burned with anger. “I have to apologize. Clearly, I didn’t quite make the impression on you gentlemen that I had intended.” “Now, don’t be too sure about that,” I said. “If your intention was to show us that you’re a psychopath that mutilates his own people due to his own personal fuckups, then let me assure you, message received. Wouldn’t you say, Clutch?”

I know a manipulator when I see one. She's trying to control the narrative, to make me doubt my perceptions. But I won't fall for it. I won't be swayed by her sugary sweet words and contrived concern. I know what I saw, and I know what I felt. The tea-spilling incident was no accident. It was a calculated move, a power play designed to threaten me, to make me question my sanity. But it won't work. I'm onto her games. I played along, feigning nonchalance, "Oh, yeah, I'm fine," I replied, my tone light and casual, betraying none of the turmoil brewing inside me.

"I wish I had powers of fear." "No, you don't," he pinched my nose. "Lust is way cooler. I can't imagine feeding off fear and trapping people in their own nightmares." "Yeah, that does sound terrible. What's your powers like?" "Desire manipulation. Lust induced paralysis. I can overload your senses-" he grabbed my hand suddenly, my breath hitched as I braced myself for it but he smiled and let me go. "You can't handle it. It'll shatter you. There's life draining kiss-"

"God, examine you, you little masochist flirting fucktoy. Come right here." I opened and closed my hands in fists as I changed into doing something, however, he manipulated me as he had with each different motion, pulling me again towards him after which lifting himself in swift, harsh motions to screw me open. I moaned in worry whilst he became my face, whilst he licked at my tears eagerly, in predatory pleasure.

He stood up from the bed and came to me to grab my arms to stop me in place. Damien walked me to a chair in the corner of his room and he went back to sit on the bed, watching me intently as my brain processed everything. I stared at him blankly for quite some time and he remained silent. “What else can you do?” I asked and his lips twitched into a smile. “Manipulation is a demon’s specialty. Usually manipulation of the mind, but among other things. Tell me,” he leaned forward towards me, “what’s your favorite color?”

One could tell by the squeaking sound that followed. He began applying the substance on his man hood, already giving his erection gentle strokes, going slowly and craning his neck backwards from the inward pressure. The room stunk of lemon obviously granted from the slimy green substance. Slowly, his raised his head, squeezing his face into different expressions as he began stroking his already erected manhood violently. The applied liquid aided the smooth horizontal movement of his fingers.

manipulative. "Isn't that the same thing?" I asked, as his fingers moved downwards, in search of my jaw. I didn't move, did not bat his hand away. I just wanted to see where he was going with the act. "Not everything is black and white, Michelle. Not everything is as you see it. So, there is a difference. I want you to be the manipulative one. For this plan to work." My breathing kicked up a notch when his fingers traced a line down my neck. Then they closed around it and he pulled me up to his height.

"You were so frustrated when he wouldn't tell you anything useful. But you looked beautiful being frustrated." I remembered the night. Could recall every detail with perfect clarity thanks to the absorbed functions. But the feeling of frustration, of caring whether the Chancellor talked or not, was gone. "I was manipulative," I said. "Used Seduction abilities to make him more pliable. It was calculated social engineering." "It was you trying to save people the only way you knew how." Amon moved to another flower, this one white with pink edges. "This one's like Whitney. Analytical and precise on the surface, but soft underneath if you look close enough."

My hands slid down his shoulders to his chest, exploring his body, playing with the elastic of his boxers. I could feel his strong hands sliding lower before he stopped, pulling away he looked at me. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to manipulate you." "Huh?" I asked, confused. "When I am attracted to someone, or they are attracted to me, I can manipulate them into doing what I want and I have no control over it." He said, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "You're not forcing me to do anything." i mumbled, annoyed backing up from him.