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But Clyde was a master at manipulation, and I had underestimated just how much damage he could do while still technically keeping his word. I snatched my hand away from his grasp, disgusted by his touch, by his very presence. I knew it was useless to argue with him, to try and reason with someone like him who thrived on twisting people’s pain to suit his own purposes. There was no point in continuing this conversation because, in his eyes, he’d already won. He got what he wanted—a mess of shattered relationships, mistrust, and chaos—and there was nothing left to say.

She was answering some questions. “Our main topic today is manipulation and how human beings use it to get what they want,” the professor says, and I find myself intrigued. Manipulation. The art of turning tables to get what you desire even if it means stepping on others. This is my own definition of this word. “Have you ever experienced manipulation?” she asks us. I look around me and see people raising their hands. I’m not sure if I have experienced manipulation or not. I’m sure all of us have experienced it one way or another, but sometimes the insignificancy of the matter makes you easily forget the incident.

It enables you to direct the discussion and gently nudge them in the direction you want without them ever noticing. After that, he moved on to more difficult lessons. He would describe his business activities to her, focusing on human interaction rather than financial gains and losses. He would explain how he would carefully manipulate words and nonverbal clues to deceive rivals, obtain information without asking direct questions, and transform a disadvantage into an opportunity. He would say, "Consider this, Violetta," his eyes shining with a crafty intelligence, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper.

I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands. The more I stared at the caption of the book, the more I thought of A. J. Baby. “The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene”, I whispered as I handed the book to the shop keeper absent-mindedly. “I’ll give you Four Thousand Naira for the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records, One Thousand Seven Hundred Naira for the novel and Two Thousand Naira for The Art of Seduction. We haggled for a while, and I turned to leave the shop and the shop keeper, so he could keep his books to himself. I stepped out of the book shop and walked two steps from the entrance, when he rushed towards me pleading.

She didn't look up as the cliffs gave way to the open road. "What’s so gripping?" I asked. My voice sounded thin in the plush cabin. She didn't speak. She just flashed a wicked, crooked grin and tossed the heavy hardcover into my lap. I flipped it over. The Art of Seductive Persuasion, Vol. 5 by Luna Runa. I felt my nose twitch in a sneer. "You have a mate, Selene. This is overkill." She gave me a look so flat and judgmental I felt it in my marrow.

She asked after her rant. "Now you try mind manipulation, converting the energy of something to another" he stated, his hands joined together. "The book gave you all the needed insight for manipulation, starting from the constituents of energy to compatibility. Right? Elle sighed and nodded her head "Well, I can try." "We leave by tomorrow if you get it right, and don't require much training," he said and Elle immediately looked up at him. "Can't we stay a bit longer?" "If you get it right, we are leaving. Don't lose sight of what you are here for" he ordered and she gave him a sad smile. "That book, turn it into a weapon"

I was dealing with a master manipulator, someone who had a history of using and abusing people. And I wasn't sure if I was ready for that.

“Yes, and if I was not a high breed I would have been trapped in it. I feel like he has done it to more people. I remember that after the day I brought Andy back, she started acting strange. Saying she loved him and we all know Andy couldn’t have feelings for anyone just like that and even if she wanted to, it wouldn't be that sudden.” Lucas said, reminding everyone. “This shit is deep, how do we combat it? Do the books not say anything about that type of sorcery.” Liam asked, a bit of frustration in his voice. I flipped my book to a page I felt could be helpful here. I showed it to them… “It says here that a good sorcerer can use the art of a puppeteer on persons of inferior strength or peo

And she was about to learn that Dominic Valenti didn’t just play games. He always always won them. The lecture hall fell into silence as students rustled through their books. Isla forced herself to breathe, keeping her expression blank even as Dominic’s gaze lingered on her for a fraction too long. The art of deception. Of course, that’s what today’s lesson would be. Her fingers curled around her pen as she flipped open her book. She wouldn’t let him see that he was getting to her. Dominic leaned against his desk, his voice smooth and authoritative as he began speaking. “Deception is not simply about lying—it’s about control. Manipulation. The ability to make someone believe what you want th

“Don’t play innocent. You do that thing—you know, that warm smile, all eye contact and subtle leaning. I’ve watched you.” I leaned in now, mock conspiratorial. “It’s not flirting. It’s... strategic friendliness. You listen, you observe, and then—boom—make them feel like the most important person alive for five minutes. People love that.” “So it is manipulation,” she said, laughing. “Subtle guidance,” I corrected with a wink. “It’s an art form. I call it: emotional espresso.” Ivy rolled her eyes, but her grin lingered. “Okay, Professor Barista. Let’s see if your little tricks work on the lunch rush. Don’t be shocked if I out-tip you tomorrow.”