Stockholm Syndrome Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Two weeks had passed, and the penthouse had become a world of sensory overload. Iza had stopped counting the days by the sun and started counting them by the sound of the elevator chime at 8:00 PM. She was a law student; she understood the concept of Stockholm Syndrome. She had read the case studies on captives who began to identify with their captors. But this wasn't that. It wasn't a delusion. It was a chemical reaction. Dark Valerius Thorne was a narcotic, and despite every instinct screaming at her to run, her body was beginning to crave the very man who had enslaved herr.

But I must admit that he is really gentle these days except when he thinks that I am the murderer. No, no, no... Am I insane? How can I make an excuse for Cody’s torture? He just tried to smother me to death. Even though he kind of apologized later, I can not forget that The first thing he can not think of where he is angry is to kill me. I am still nothing in his mind. He still thinks that he can trace me in whatever ways he likes. I can not forget this. I should always tell me he is different for me and he is not really loving me. Otherwise, I may get some mental illness such as Stockholm syndrome that I have seen before in books. I can not be that cheap!

I commanded, fixing my piercing gaze upon him. As Jonathan leaned in to drink blood from my neck, a surge of both pleasure and tingling sensation coursed through my veins. I could feel the connection between us deepening with every drop he took. I let out a soft gasp, my hand instinctively finding its way to his tousled hair. Jonathan paused momentarily, his lips still pressed against my neck, and looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know, my love, there’s something intoxicating about your blood. It carries a sweetness that sets my senses on fire.”

"Mr. Lloyd sure seems emotionally invested in you, Ms. Stevens. But, if you don't mind me overstepping—there's something off in your head." Aspen blinked. "Excuse me? Ms. Garcia, what do you mean by that?" Chantelle chuckled softly. "I majored in psychology, both undergrad and grad school. Even with just a little observation, I'd say you're showing classic signs of Stockholm syndrome." Aspen's lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Chantelle studied her with a piercing gaze. "And I can tell you're an intelligent woman. You know you're getting deeper and deeper emotionally involved. But deep down… you don't actually want to get out, do you?"

But… It's conflicting. I want to choke her to death and fuck her at the same time. Like dying with her legs wide open for me, performing her marital duties. This is strange. Is someone supposed to feel hatred and lust… yes, it's lust… for the same person? The line is blurring. Maybe one day, the hatred will wane leaving just the lust and the pact between the Zhukov and Vicenzo would be brought to fruition. Maybe one day I would be bored of her smart mouth and I wouldn't get the urge to put my bullet in her skull or throat and watch her choke on her own blood even though it always feels like her smart mouth was always clawing at my walls.

Chiara's face, pale as the sheet from years without sunlight, had lips as red as blood. She looked as terrifying as she always had. I remembered the first time I'd asked her if she wanted to leave. She had innocently asked back just like this. An odd term popped into my mind—Stockholm Syndrome. After spending seven years in the basement, she had likely grown to love the twisted affection that came from it. My teeth chattered. These two people were both insane.

Anastasia's POV "Ana, no. Please no." Sara's voice was pained and full of concern that made my chest ache. "You cannot fall in love with the man who's blackmailing you. That's textbook Stockholm syndrome or something." "I'm not falling in love with him!" But even as I said it, I knew it was not entirely true. The words felt hollow coming out of my mouth. "It's just confusing. When we're together, when he supports me and my dreams, it feels real. Like maybe he actually cares about me."

I said, “so you’re finally abandoning your idea to take revenge?” Liam scoffed. “Father has to pay for hurting you. Maybe until he accepts what he’s done to you, that’s when you notice it too.” A bitter smile engulfed my lips. “Father didn’t hurt me. Not really. If I were competent—if I could be the son he was proud of, then he wouldn’t have to push me hard.” “Tommy.” His eyes widened. “You have Stockholm syndrome.” I snorted. “I don’t. Stockholm is between partners.”

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" Kurah stressed impatiently. She didn't even notice that her tone had changed toward her friend. Lolita was extremely pissed that her friend was begging her to save her captor. After thoroughly scrutinizing Kurah, she concluded her friend wasn't under any spell. Consequently, there could only be one explanation for the whole issue; Stockholm's syndrome. "Shit! How could Kurah develop Stockholm's syndrome for such a jerk? This is so not happening? I might as well kill this fool at once" Lolita wanted to leave with Kurah, but considering her current state, she fell into a dilemma. The stubborn girl would never wish to leave her captor. She could force her out of the place, but she wouldn't wi