The Manipulated Man Book Novels & Stories

Svetlana smirked in her glass taking a sip, thinking of the foolish man's fate. A wise man never trusts a beautiful woman with assets who is subtle about the rejection. She definitely wants you to try a little harder and that can never be without an agenda. A conventional way to make you think that it was you who was controlling the situation when in reality you were manipulated in the setting. Svetlana gave him a look as if assessing his body then licked her lips. Although she wanted to do nothing but claw the man's eyes. The man got the invitation that was given.

“So you distort the image every time you come?” “Yes. I scramble his own cameras, and all he sees is you in bed, and then you sleep.” “That's crazy. You're kind of a genius.” He shrugged. “These are the basics. Here,” he handed me a book. “I got this for you.” “The subtle act of manipulation.” “Yes,” Damien said. “I need you to read this book. Don't just read it, Sophia, become it. Adrian has to think you are his god. Your shit is rainbows and your sweat are diamonds. He needs to trust you blindly.”

Thayer had spent every night in bars, his body deteriorating day by day. To chase thrill after thrill, he manipulated every woman he met, never using protection. Each conquest ended the same way: he disappeared afterward, refusing to acknowledge any of them.

Day. One time, another man comes in to send a dozen of red roses to the same woman. Now, Heila is left with a dilemma: tell it to Marion Devan, or let him find out on his own.A 24-year-old, no-boyfriend-since-birth Heila, owns a flower shop. Every week for the past year, a handsome guy, Marion Devan has come in to order a dozen of red roses to be sent to his longtime girlfriend, Day. One time, another man comes in to send a dozen of red roses to the same woman. Now, Heila is left with a dilemma: tell it to Marion Devan, or let him find out on his own.A 24-year-old, no-boyfriend-since-birth Heila, owns a flower shop. Every week for the past year, a handsome guy, Marion Devan has come in to o

I looked at him, and he gave up, sitting down in the chair next to Manuela. "Fine, but make sure she stays quiet and signs the book." Calvin realized it would take more than words to force Manuela to sign the book. "Don't worry, I brought a little something that will make her very cooperative." I said and pulled out a syringe from my purse. The syringe was already prepared with a drug that would turn the little rat into a living dead, enough to keep her under control, and after Calvin transferred my money, I would give her another dose that would kill her in no time. I would tell him that the second dose was to make her nice and docile for their wedding night, and he wouldn't suspect a thing

I jumped out suddenly as I found the man's book-like journal and her voice at the same time. "Alright, dug in all of his communication platforms and history" "Copy that" I unfurl the book wide yet floundering to perform clasping the phone and the other on the pages. The book it was like his diary where he sets his satisfaction and further fantasy beyond more a dream but gruesome desires. It was unsettling while reading his strategies and reasons starting from beginning to end. "He has contact with Lydia Manskim in Callme" She responded at last and then I closed the book.

When I marry her, I get more power, I get her to fall for me and sleep with me even if she would try to resist, and I also get to figure out why the hell I felt so sweaty and tense around her. I was able to convince a great number of renowned business-men who shared common interests with Olivia. I did that to make Olivia feel as comfortable as possible at the masquerade ball. Also, I had something else planned for her at the masquerade ball. It was kind of manipulating. But I convinced myself that it was one step away from understanding what I felt about her.

He didn’t deny it. “Of course,” he said simply. I clenched my fists. “You let me walk into this.” His golden eyes gleamed. “I guided you to the truth.” I let out a sharp breath, shaking my head. “No. No, this is—this is a trick. A manipulation. I am not like you.” His expression didn’t waver. “So why did the book answer you?” I opened my mouth— And froze. Because I had felt it.

That should be me. I don’t care who she is or where she came from. All I need is an entry. A small opening to sink my claws in. I’ll smile, flatter, maybe even cry some crocodile tears about how hard life’s been. Women like her like feeling superior. I’ll let her feel like she’s rescuing me. And then? I’ll take everything. Cipher D’Amato. Now that is a man worth stealing. Richer than God, crueler than the devil, and exactly the kind of man who needs a soft, dangerous woman by his side. I’ve been watching his moves for years, waiting for an opening.

Scanning through the aisle, I carefully choose the books' the professor had us memorized to purchase, a book list would have been so easier but according to lecturers, we must learn to do without reminders and recollect things on our own. I sighed, grabbing the final book from the shelf. I froze, staring through the slot the last book once sat, there he was again, the man from the changing room. His eyes were full black, his brown messy hair— Startled from the commotion, I looked down seeing the books on the floor, they must have fallen from my hands because of how crammed I was with fear, Slowing, I lifted my head, ready to retrieve the gaze of the absurd looking man, but he was gone— vanis