Manipulative Novels & Stories

He moved back and smirked at me. “How? How did you do this?” I asked him the question that had been roaming in my mind for a few minutes. I look into his hazel orbs to see many emotions but I can’t put my finger on any of them. “What do you mean? I'm Austin Volkov and I’m not just known for my ruthlessness but also for being manipulative. And this,” He points at the papers on the floor that had fallen off of my hands when he pulled me closer, “is a proof of using my manipulative ways to claim that has been mine from the beginning,” He stated arrogantly. He is so full of himself.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

“It’s written all over your face. And don’t act like I don’t notice the way you linger in the hallway waiting for him to pass. You’re like a cat pretending not to care while sitting on a mouse trap.” “Why are you manipulating me?” I asked. That made him pause. “Manipulating?” he repeated, amused. “Do you even know what manipulation is?” “Oh please…” He raised a finger. “Let me define it for you, Princess Tabitha. Manipulation is the art of influence. It’s when someone sees the pieces on the board and knows which one to move. Now, let me tell you a story.” I sighed. “I don’t want a story. I'm not interested in whatever you have to say. You can keep it for your mistress.”

“He was… concerned. As a friend of the family. He shared his professional opinion. Based on his experience with… manipulative personalities in high-pressure environments.” “I see,” Lorenzo said, his tone still that of a polite interviewer. “And these manipulative personalities… they often use what? Flattery? Isolation? Exploiting pre-existing doubts or fears?” She was silent for a long moment, her gaze dropping to her notebook. “All of the above, I suppose.” Her voice was quieter. “It’s a classic pattern,” I spoke for the first time, keeping my voice soft, conversational. “Create doubt. Offer oneself as the only reliable source

“Unfortunately for you, grief makes people predictable.” “No,” I muttered immediately, breathing unevenly. “Oh yes,” Manuel whispered firmly. “Right now Julian is emotional, unstable, and desperate. Which means he’s far easier to manipulate than before.” “You better stay away from him,” I growled, struggling against the restraints now as my rage exploded. Manuel simply watched me calmly. “That protective nature of yours is exactly why this is going to work so beautifully.” I lunged forward despite the restraints, but one of the rogues immediately slammed me back down hard enough to make my vision blur again.

“You’re better than them both. Sure, you did things a different way, but you have the potential to do this the right way and still be as successful.” “Wow…” I said softly. “You guys are killing it in the encouragement department.” I chuckle. “You’re not anyone's puppet. Or property. No one has control over you, but you. You’re the smartest, and dare I say manipulative woman I’ve ever met. Karen and Davis couldn’t truly bring you down. You must not forget that.” Manipulative? Yes I know the word describes me. It surprises me that they are okay with this, with who I am and what I do.

I said showing her my pouty face. When I was taking my last offer, a man grabbed my hand and suddenly push me on his lap and held my hips in his dirty hands. I was very uncomfortable and started to get of his lap, he held me tightly by my cheeks and said “don’t try to be hard on me baby I know you will enjoy being with me and will have a great time”and wink at me.

He smiled as he prepared his bow and arrow. -----"Words can be manipulative. They may sound nice and helpful, but they can also be a trap. If you keep holding on to these, you'll see nothing but a thousand cuts on your palm. This will be your greatest reminder, that not all the calming stones are meant to touch."-----

What a manipulative man! .........

I already know she’s anxious to hear from me. I’ll pull her in and spin a web around her, charming my way into her heart until she won’t be able to go a day without hearing from me. I know how to turn people into addicts. I’m a good manipulator. I’ll throw a few breadcrumbs, luring her closer little by little until she eats out of my hand like a bird. She won’t even realize it’s happening. She’ll wake up checking her phone, and it’ll be the last thing she does before going to bed.