The Gaslight Effect Novels & Stories

I am aware of it because seeing my bad attitude is his greatest tripping. “Ohh…” Lilih nodded her head while her eyes looks so obviously confused, “that was just on point, Ms. Cassie.” She continued while slowly nodding her head. It is also so obvious that she is on her way of gaslighting herself to believe that what I just mumbled has a sense. I just smiled awkwardly at her. I Wish that my smile would not look so fake because I am looking unintentionally rude whenever I do it.

To show that she is his don't dare to stare at her. All the Managers understand his master reaction and gulped down in fear seeing this much possessive husband. After the meeting, they hurriedly left the cabin. "Stop" Ryan growled which makes everyone stops. They all look back towards his master. "Don't you dare to gossips or tell anyone about my love to anyone. If I hear anything in my company or outside, then you know what I can do?" He threatened them all. Shivers run down from their body. They even can't able to stand firmly. Their bodies are shaking and they immediately nodded and ran out of the room.

"Whenever you fed me the pills, it noticed the new surge of Reiki and promptly turned to catch the new Reiki every single time. "I'm now wondering if it was all a trap—it started by giving me a bit of goodies, gaslighting me so that I would think the hand seals were really increasing my Reiki, and then taking what I originally had too!" Burying his face in his palms, he sighed at the thought of the five cultivating pills. "It's basically like scamming me into going all-in, and then goading me into betting five times more than that—fuck! It's basically one of those stock brokers who gaslight the rich!"

Tristain lied, his left eye already swollen and red; I had hit him in the right spot. "Coward, that's who you are." I snapped. “You’re the manipulative one here." Tristain muttered in anger. “I asked you? ”. I asked again, perplexed he was lying to my face. What sort of demon have I been exchanging fluid with?. "Prostitute." Tristain cursed under his breath. Pro what?. I could swear I didn't hear him right, but then his voice echoed in my head. How did I fall for a liar and a gaslighter?.

I was gaslighting the man who had once been my fated mate, using the very technology he had used to erase me. "A data-leak?" Kael stepped closer, invading my space until the heat from his chest felt like a brand. "I felt it in my blood. It didn't feel like a file. It felt like... like a missing limb." I pressed my back against the cold metal of the server rack. "The mind plays tricks when the city formats. Serena told you that herself. You’re experiencing phantom feedback—a common side effect of the rejection process."

It was smooth. "See?" Cale said. "If you fell, there would be a mark. Physics, Elion. Action and reaction. There is no mark. Therefore, there was no fall." Elion stared at himself. The logic was sound. The evidence was irrefutable. But the feeling remained. The ghost of the pain. "You're gaslighting me," Elion whispered to his reflection. "I'm grounding you," Cale corrected. "I'm keeping you in reality." "Which reality?" Elion asked. "Yours or mine?"

Alaric opened it for her, shooting me one last look of absolute pity before following her out. ​The door clicked shut. ​I was alone again. ​I sank back against the pillows, my entire body trembling. The gaslighting had been a masterclass. They had taken my physical weakness, my psychological trauma, and my desperate hope, and woven them into a net of absolute self-doubt. ​I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes, fighting a dry sob.

When he saw the worried look on my face, he encouraged me again and said, "You got good grades in college, had a near-perfect thesis, and your work résumé from the past few years is also considerable. "Don't let Johann's gaslighting manipulate you into thinking that you're no good. Don't let him affect our confidence. You're not even 30 yet—your life has only just begun!" I rediscovered my own value with Cedric's help, seeing myself through his eyes. During my marriage to Johann, his belittling and gaslighting left me completely insecure, and his emotional abuse drained me of all my mental strength. I ended up introverted, sensitive, anxious, and even suspicious of everything because of him.

It was the thick fur of a wolf. ​“What… What was that, Rurik? The fur?” I whispered, my voice shaking uncontrollably. ​He acted completely oblivious, adopting the exact same gaslighting tone he had used in the hallway the other night. ​“What was what, Mira? Your mind is playing tricks on you. You need to finish this document immediately. I will be back in three minutes.” He threw one last menacing glare in my direction before turning and walking out of the office, dragging the silent Vlad along with him.