Stockholm Syndrome Romance Novels นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I went into one of the open rooms and surprisingly, it was some sort of study/library. “I didn’t know psychopaths could read.” I muttered to myself, and maybe he didn’t actually read, maybe he was one of those many pretentious people who liked to look like they read a lot and just let the books collect dust. I walked in further and took a look at the clutter of books on the shelves – all boring, I realised. My face fell when I kept coming across books that were written in Italian and the rest was just government nonsense. If I couldn’t find a book to read, I would find me a pen and paper. It had been years since I drew something, and I was definitely rusty, but it could keep me busy amidst t

She had a feeling that memories of even a quick bonk with Guy Hamilton would keep her wonderfully warm during those long winter nights. In theory. In practise, the side-effects would make her wretched. There would be the leaping-to-the-phone-every- time-it-rings side effect, plus the I-wonder-what-disgust- ingly-slim/sexy/hateful-bitch-he’s-with now? side effect.

Maria’s worry was valid. Maximo had only been using me to pass time. Maybe he was bored and needed a new plaything to give him entertainment. And I was there, his new prisoner. Or maybe he was just a sadist and a monster who sucked the life out of people bit by bit until they had nothing else to live for. Lock me up like a prisoner and treat me like a princess until I had no choice but to fall for him. Stockholm syndrome. Was that how he planned to torture me?

His voice was rough and throaty, making goosebumps rise on every inch of my skin as he whispered, “And I’ll do it for you, my little devil, because you are mine. And no man will get to live who hurt you. You are mine to hurt too.” Maybe I have finally gone from abnormal to crazy. Living with him had pushed me through that door without me realising it. Or maybe, it finally happened what I promised myself wouldn't happen and without meaning to I became a victim of Stockholm syndrome. Because his last words didn't rankle as much as they soothed me this time and how warm and protected they made me feel. I just wished that it was just a momentary lapse in my stupid mind and not so intelligent hea

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" Silence. Then footsteps walking away. I sat there. Crying. Processing. Everything I'd started to feel for him. The hope. The possibility. The belief that maybe we could make this work. All of it was built on lies. On false evidence. On circumstances that never should have existed. I'd been falling for my jailer. Developing feelings for the man who'd imprisoned me based on fabricated evidence. How could I trust anything I felt now? How could I know what was real and what was just a survival instinct? What is Stockholm syndrome? A last-ditch effort to make a bad situation bearable?

Maximo offers. She is right. Angry, furious, frustrated and enraged as he might be for the last week, I caught him looking at me with that unmistakable look of lust in those burning eyes of his. If I were to give myself to him, he would let me... NO! For a fleeting moment, the idea seemed so tempting, so titillating. My skin didn’t crawl with disgust by the idea that he would touch me and that was bad. I know I am in Sweden but that doesn’t mean I need to be a Stockholm Syndrome victim. That man forced me here and has my sister locked in silver chains somewhere.

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“But that's not the point; don't get sidetracked. Tell me what you whispered to yourself that I can't understand.” “Meaningless things,” Loreta said at once, and I frowned more. “Really, it's nonsense.” “Does that have to do with werewolves?” I asked immediately, and Loreta was surprised. “I'm not that dumb. There's something wrong with me with Alessandro's beast.” Right?” “Where do you get that idea from?” asked Loreta immediately. “That it makes the most sense,” I said simply. “Stockholm syndrome is not—” Loreta burst out laughing very loudly.

the girl got all defensive and her voice increased in volume and she all but got into the face of the other girl. “Calm your ass down, Chi Chi, no one is telling anyone to start a rebellion and why are you getting all defensive? Seems like Bertha is right and you've actually developed Stockholm Syndrome for The Alpha. Pretty sure it must be really paining you that he did not add you to his harem and you're not even among the maids that serve him personally.”