The Gaslight Effect Novels & Stories

There was no other explanation that made sense. My driving was erratic, my foot heavy on the gas pedal as I weaved through traffic. I barely noticed the blaring horns and angry shouts from other drivers. My focus was singular, my purpose clear. "They're all liars," I muttered to myself, my knuckles white on the steering wheel. "All of them. Owen, Bernice, that quack Novak. They're trying to gaslight me, to make me think I'm crazy. But I'm not. I know what I saw. I know the truth."

“Dominic, you fell off that cliff because you were exhausted and pushing yourself too hard. You were so worried about Debbie that you weren’t paying attention to your footing. I tried to grab you, but I couldn’t reach you in time.” “Bullshit. You deliberately—” “You hit your head pretty hard during that fall,” Edward interrupted gently, his tone taking on the quality of someone explaining reality to a confused child. “Head trauma can cause false memories, especially when someone’s under extreme stress. You were so desperate to save Debbie that your mind probably created a more dramatic version of events to explain what happened.” The gaslighting made my teeth grind together. This bastard was

A gasp tore through my throat like a poisoned arrow and I shot to my feet, blinking away the nightmare that played behind my lids only seconds ago. “So real, how could it feel so real?” I wheezed, scrambling out the bed and heaving over the porcelain bowl of the washroom sink just before my guts heaved up even more of my poisoned blood. “Goddess and seven hells, Laziel. You have finally gone mad.” I chuckled bitterly, glaring at my reflection in the dirty mirror. “Side effects of The Darkness include fever dreams, wolf maladies, hallucinations…delirium,” I muttered, recalling the words from the scribe’s handbook after the first plague of the darkness hit all those years ago.

"But inexperienced. Vulnerable. She took advantage of that." "She didn't take advantage. We're both adults. Consenting." "Are you? Or did she manipulate you into thinking it was your choice?" Victoria was good. So good at this. Twisting. Gaslighting. Making lies sound like truth. I looked at Elliot. Saw conflict in his eyes. Wanting to believe me. Wanting to defend me. But also. Career. Reputation. Grant committee watching. Professor Stern. Standing near the back. Watching. Smiling. Satisfied. Like this was exactly what she wanted.

“I should've known.” She pushed herself away from the table striding towards the lockers. She extracted a gaslighting, flicking it on. “What are you doing?” the slim white face’s eyes widened. He rushed towards Laura as she approached the lad laying on the table, the gaslighter lit, her squinted eyes focused. With one swift movement of her arm, she pushed him off making him land hard on the stone cold floor of the shed. The wounded boy’s arms grabbed Laura's tightly as she held him down, his screams filling the shed as she burned right into the wound, the flesh sizzling like bacon on grill.

"Those? Those are yours, Emil. Or maybe you planted them there yourself. You’ve clearly lost your mind. You’re so desperate to be a victim that you're making things up now." The gaslighting was so effortless it made my stomach turn. I looked from the red lace to his cold, handsome face. He was telling me I was crazy while the evidence was right in my hand. "Fuck you, Damian!" The words were out before I could think. I stepped forward, fueled by a sudden, white-hot burst of adrenaline, and swung my hand as hard as I could. The slap echoed through the silent bedroom like a gunshot. My palm stung, and his head snapped to the side.

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.

His hands slipped from my face to my shoulders, gripping them tightly. “One small act and you’re already gaslighting yourself into believing that if you let him in, you’ll remember him? What sort of bullshit are you on?” Kennedy hissed, his fingers digging painfully into my skin. “Do you even hear yourself?” he continued, his voice low and sharp. “What good will those memories do you? You can’t even handle them. That’s why you’re always end up suffering from those terrible headaches.” He shook me violently. My vision blurred, and tears welled in my eyes despite my efforts to hold them back.

Anna. At this point, I knew he was going to do otherwise by trying to gaslight me without telling me the truth that I needed to hear about my parents. Earlier, before I healed his father he assured me that he would give me all the necessary details about all that transpired between my parents and his pack but I'd have to first heal his father and after sticking to his plans he is right here trying to gaslight his words. The way he kept on staring right back at me felt as if he lost an important part of his memory, “Have you forgotten what you said concerning my parents, Alfred?”