Stockholm Syndrome Stories Novels & Stories

I recap once more. That was a Stockholm Syndrome case if I ever saw one. The killer was unaliving victims out of jealousy. He murdered the victims of the man who caused him the most harm. The killer claimed he loved the pedophile I killed. I don’t know what love looks like, so I can’t say, but that just didn’t seem right to me. That’s when Tee taught me about Stockholm Syndrome as someone who had been through that with his ex. An ex we will soon unalive before our baby is born.

I wasn't trying to be pleasant, just having fun with my attempt to fake a Stockholm syndrome. "Let's say you left a big mess on her back," he said, observing the leather material he wore. "Although Elide was very smart about her kidnapping and everything else, she was a great fool in other aspects. She didn't realize she was messing with the wife of a man as important as Friederich Hanson. She didn't realize it would be something personal for him, so she kind of had to disappear a little.”

"Do you know what you sound like, Riley?" I maintained eye-contact. "You sound just like one of his fucking victims." I flinched when I heard Aaron swear. Aaron, the sweet angelic Aaron never used the F word. "I'm sorry to disappoint you," I said. "But I'm not lying." "I think you're suffering from a very bad condition of Stockholm syndrome." He said. "And frankly, Riley, I don't think it's your fault. It just proves how highly manipulative Jack is. He's turned one of my best nurses into his ally who is now sitting in the same hospital she's worked for and talking like his personal attorney."

I think it was called Stockholm syndrome. “Garrett, Ethan, please excuse the way I will behave. I have to shut down my emotions and become the cold-hearted Josie once again.” I linked them both as the pack house came into view and out the front stood the four people that had caused my life to become a living hell.

The bug device he had placed under the woman's living room table was powerful enough to monitor her for several days. "We need to prove that Hazel Hayes wasn't brainwashed by Calvin McAdam." "That woman isn't the type to be brainwashed easily," Michael replied, listening to Richmond as well. Most of the noises he listens to are the screams of girl giggling when their mother does something she finds funny. “But things like that can happen. Or maybe stockholm syndrome." “In less than twenty-four hours? I guess that's impossible." “Hey, anything can happen to that woman. Moreover, Calvin is an attractive man behind his bruised face. A young widow like Hazel Hayes would easily be attracted to Ca

I said, holding his hand and sitting up as well. “No, I have been mentally torturing you by my stupid emotions all this time. I have hurt you countless times, you can’t say it.” He said, looking down. “I don’t remember anything.” I shrugged. “They call it Stockholm Syndrome. You chose it yourself, I gave you a path for liberation but You refused it: Why?” He asked, turning to me. “Call it whatever you want but you have to bear it for the rest of your life.” I smiled. “You are human. My lifespan is longer than yours, you can’t accompany me forever.”

Damn the man and his mafia code. As I sat there in the car waiting for him, I felt sick to my stomach and my heart beat like I was scared of what was to come. Like I was already dreading the way when I will go back to my family. I shouldn't feel that way, right? But, if he really sent me away then how will I come back, with what face would I come back to him? I’d have no excuse to come back. Who will come back to his kidnapper after being released? And especially, not when he twisted my words and threw them back at me. But I hadn't meant to hurt him. He had kidnapped me. And somehow I have developed feelings for my kidnapper. My captor. My villain. Despite every effort I made to keep my feel

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.”

“I’m exactly where I want to be.” “That’s what we’d expect you to say if you’re under supernatural coercion,” Agent Morrison continued like Hart hadn’t spoken. “Stockholm syndrome is common in kidnapping cases, and supernatural influence makes it worse. You don’t have to be afraid anymore, Hart. We’re coming to get you.” “I don’t need rescuing,” Hart said, frustration boiling over. “I’m a werewolf myself, I’m mated to the Alpha, and I’m here voluntarily. This is my pack.”

He was going to throw me back in the cell where I belong. He warned me but I was arrogant enough to not heed. I wanted to help him even though I knew he wouldn't appreciate it. I diffused a bomb that would have destroyed his multi-billion dollar mansion and he did not blink eye of appreciation. Talk less of stitching the wound in his neck. Maybe I should have stabbed him there and watched him bleed. I thought I hated him but I've only been lying to myself. I'm trying to hate him but this Stockholm syndrome I probably suffer from won't let me.