Persuasion Fanfic Novels & Stories

"You do not want to start something that you cannot finish because trust me by the time I am done with you, you will regret it. Do not think that I will return you to Adrian because I will not and that's not just it, I will seduce him, record it and then bring it for you to watch." A smug look formed on Jessica's face. "I also have to inform you that Adrian is going to be mine soon. He thinks I am so interested in looking for you because I make suggestions and am by his side. With time, I will convince him that you are dead because I will make preparations for it and that's not all, I will then seduce him and make him think that I care about you and I understand his pain." Sophia clenched he

ARIA’S POV Neal's persuasive demeanor exerts a subtle yet undeniable influence over me, compelling me to agree to meet my father and Nathan. It is not through overt pleading or coercion, but rather his unwavering confidence and sincerity that disarm my resistance. In his presence, I feel a sense of trust and reassurance, as if he holds the key to unlocking the mysteries of my past and illuminating the complexities of our family dynamics.

"I promise I won't shop excessively anymore." Sebastian stood firm in his decision. He extended the hand that had been freed from Fathia's grasp. "Where is it?" Once again, Sebastian said, this time with a firmer tone. "Come on, Sebastian, I promise. This time, I really mean it." Fathia slightly tiptoed to make Sebastian look at her. Usually, when she used her signature move – blinking softly with her eyes deliberately widened – she could win him over. "No." Sebastian only glanced briefly. He knew exactly what persuasive technique Fathia was using. Usually, he would give in, but this time, he refused to lose. "Where is the card?"

Big time. I need a new approach desperately. I need something that will make her see me in a different light. Something that'll make her run back to me like she used to. Something... Aha! The Damascus Road method. It all goes down to manipulation. I'm sorry, Amelia, but I must do you his, or I'll never have you. I reached out for my iPad on the bedside table. I had a book that talked about this persuasion technique. If you want to make someone believe you have a sudden change of heart, then this book was the one for you. I saw it online, and now I'm glad I bought it.

"You're not my type. You're disgusting." "You can't be so sure until you try," he retorted playfully. "I'm pretty sure I won't be found lacking in every area your man satisfies you, be it money or in bed. Besides, you'll soon find out that I’m quite good at... persuasion." "Ugh... In your dreams," I spat, my voice dripping with venom. His laughter echoed as he straightened. “We’ll see, my darling. We’ll see.”

I added firmly. He still didn’t speak. His body was tense, his jaw clenched, but he didn’t pull away. That was a good sign. I pressed on, my tone becoming more persuasive. “Freya took everything from us. You loved her, Dennis, and she humiliated you in front of the whole world. She exposed you. She made you a laughingstock. No matter what she thinks you did to her, she had no right to treat you this way! Remember you did show her love.” I ran my fingers lightly up his arm, feeling his pulse beneath my touch. “Don’t you want to make her pay for that?” I added, smiling and happy that my words were finally getting to him.

Whatever it was, I was determined to be a good friend and listen. I tried to brush her off, telling her I was busy, but Tiffany wouldn't let up. She kept pleading and persuading me, her words dripping with an urgency that was hard to resist. I found myself weakening with each passing moment, my resolve crumbling under the weight of her persistence. The persuasive Tiffany wouldn't just stop pleading, so I just had to agree. I couldn't take much more of her simply sweet-talking me.

I watch the performance closely. It is good. Convincing enough that a lesser mind might soften. Her breathing is measured. Her posture just slightly folded inward signaling restraint rather than guilt. She is presenting herself as collateral damage. As a woman bruised by a man’s ambition. Classic Seraphina. “I tried to reason with him,” she continues quietly. “But Darius has never listened when he believes power is slipping through his fingers.” Damon’s jaw tightens beside me. I feel the heat of his anger through the bond sharp and immediate.