The Gaslight Effect Novels & Stories

When I finished she was quiet for a moment. "She was testing me," she said. "Yes." "To see if I was real." Her voice was flat. "By manufacturing the exact scenario most likely to trigger my abandonment response. Because a woman who has been gaslighted and lied to is the ideal test subject for that particular experiment." "I know." "And you told her to come back when she was ready to be different."

"Where did you go just now?" I blinked. "What?" "You were somewhere else. For a second." I shook my head, clearing my throat. "I'm here." He didn't look convinced, but he didn't push it either. My brain pushed me back to dinner as I thought about the way Elise tried to gaslight Camille, twist the knife and make her doubt herself. Seeing that brief hypocrisy made me realize that Elise was someone who would deserve whatever Alexander would do to her, if worse comes to worse.

It would be a waste to not grasp on the chances. "You're afraid of him, aren't you?" My eyes narrowed suspiciously towards him, witnessing his eyes wavered for a second. "What nonsense are spouting about!" He growled in bewilderment, which I was certain as an attempt to disclose his true feelings. That gained me some confidence, "No, you must be. No one had ever defeated you and suddenly, out of nowhere, he did. You know you couldn't win against him." Was it allowed to gaslight a person?

Like a predator on a mission. "Enough." I set my glass down hard and headed to the guest wing. The door opened silently. My phone's flashlight swept the room until it caught a book's corner beneath a folded scarf. *Manipulation: Techniques in Dark Psychology, Influence and Persuasion.* Highlighted passages on trust exploitation and emotional leverage. "Light reading, Leonardo?" A car engine's hum signaled their arrival. I replaced the book and reached the main staircase as the front door opened. What I saw froze me mid-step.

Maybe Kyle really is manipulating her. This was his specialty. This was what he did better than anyone I had ever known. Gaslighting. Rewriting history. Twisting the truth until it faced the direction he needed. Making himself look sane and reasonable while the woman he beat senseless looked unstable, dramatic, ungrateful.

As for the rumors about her and Chester, they might just be putting on an act. Giselle did not know that Jonathan was in the process of gaslighting himself. When she noticed that he was not about to drive any time soon, she frowned and said, "If you're not going to drive, scram." Only then did Jonathan fix his position. He started the engine, and they headed for the hospital. At first, he was in a joyous mood. He tagged behind Giselle upon arrival at the hospital. It was not until he had reached a ward and saw who was seated on the hospital bed that his expression turned sullen.

I hummed in response. "Yeah, sure you don't." I said sarcastically. He reached over my hand, grabbing the paint brush he needed. His pinky grazed by my hand ever so lightly. "See that's what I'm talking about." I told him, shaking my head. "I was just grabbing my paint brush, Ember. Don't go crazy on me." I stared at him with a wide mouth. "Gaslighting me now." I shook my finger at him.

MATHIAS’S POV “You have always been selfish, Mathias; you have never truly cared about me or my feelings,” she said, trying to gaslight me. “Me selfish? How dare you say that to me?” I responded. “That is the truth; why don't you want to accept that fact?” she added, trying to instigate me to respond. I knew all she was doing and just played along with her tricks.

George probed, his gaze fixed on me. I rolled my eyes and said nothing as I kept packing my bags. Why is gaslighting me like nothing happened, didn't he go to see my mom? “Answer me!” He yelled. “Yes! You lied to me. I was waiting for you but you were with her! Don't I mean anything to you? I waited for you for hours” I paused and let out a bitter chuckle, with tears in my eyes, rembereing how I tried to look good for him made it hurt more. I even put on makeup.

he turned the screen back to me and in the shades of yellow and blue, I saw the room enveloped in a cloud of grey smoke that filled the whole room. my eyes widened. "What the heck is this? I asked in disbelief. "That, my friend is medetomidine gas" he replied. "What?"I frowned. "Fatal to humans, but not to werewolves. But its side effects are fatal. It makes you lose all your initial inhibitions making you susceptible to anything that pops up in your mind at that instant. And since what we have as werewolves are primal, it's either to kill or mate, and your wolf must have been so overwhelmed it couldn't resist the urge to mate with this man" He explained.