The Manipulated Man Book Novels & Stories

Carlos said confidently. "What the heck! I never dreamed of touching a man, especially you." "You're still a woman. I'm sure you have some hidden desires. I might not be able to control myself if you start seducing me. A man can never back down when a woman undresses in front of him." "You wish! I think I should be the one who should be worried from you and not the other way around. You look like a sex offender to me. You’re the type of man who would grab on every opportunity you can have to get laid."

"You could give it to the bartender. Whoever lost it will most likely ask at the bar anyway-I would." "You're right,Thanks!"He smiled. "What the hell is going on here then?" Liam's agitated voice came from behind me, immediately sending shivers up my spine."Were you just hitting on my Girl?" Oh God Please, Don't so this!! "What??"The man looked between the both of us. Liam looked even more frustrated now."Are you being serious?" "You heard me."Liam stepped closer to the man,hoping to intimidate him. "Do you really think that it's okay to hit on someone else's Girl?"

“I don't know, Manuel. What if I screw up again? What if she sees through me? She's smart, you know.” He sighed, “I have to admit that you are not in your prime, Nathan. I don't understand how she ever fell for your ridiculous facade.” “Hey!” He laughed, “No offense intended, my friend.” My fists clenched. This was all so… humiliating. But what choice did I have? “Alright, alright,” I said, defeated. “What do I have to do?” Manuel’s smile returned, and he started to explain. His words, a detailed instruction manual for manipulation, deception, and… seduction? made my stomach churn.

“Not here.” “Neither are you.” That gets a reaction. A flash of teeth, subtle but unmistakable. My own instincts flare in answer. The air sharpens, thickens, like the moment before a storm tears the sky open. He takes another step, and the space between us practically crackles. “I won’t have him manipulated.” The word lands like a punch to the solar plexus. Manipulated. The old mission rises like bile. Brannagh’s orders, the cold arithmetic of Redmaw. How you take an asset, isolate him, apply pressure until he bends the right way.

"That's exactly what I said. Half of the alley was burnt to ashes, including the nearest houses. The government discovered the lab, with burnt Mr Elinor in it, and some of his human and animal experiments. Some strangely breathing, while some dead." "So, does that mean the man killed himself?" Dr Manuel shook his head, "I don't think so. Why would he want to kill himself? He has no reason to kill himself. He is like the most prideful man I have ever met. I believe this is about something else, something huge. I have to find out about it." The man walked up to his table, bringing out a small chip. "Tomorrow, I want you to implant this on this the demon girl."

“Thought as much. Me poor cousin had the CP. Had an awful time of it. Couldn’ hardly get round, much less enjoy life, she limped so bad. Sad little thing she was, growin up. Never could play anna games with her friends or kin. No runnin or jumpin or ridin bikes or ice skatin or swimmin, even. She spent her childhood sittin on the side, watchin, pretenden she waren’t always near to tears.” Hot anger shifted inside, rising past my collar, flushing my face. I’ve always hated manipulation. Can smell it coming a mile away. Right then, a flicker of insight allowed me to see the man in yellow’s concern as the manipulation it was. Quite frankly? It pissed me off. I latched onto that like a drowning

Amy met my eyes with a discreet nod and I followed her to the east parlor, patting Trisha’s shoulder on my way out of the kitchen. Amy waited for me to sit at my usual end of the couch under the window, set the tablets and turn the internet off on my telephone. She glanced around, as to make sure the Blotters were there with us too. Then she faced me with the most serious face I’d ever seen her. “That man is not himself,” she said, cutting straight to the chase. “He’s being manipulated by his parasite demons like a puppet.” I heard the soft beep of the touchpad and waited for Joseph to speak, but he kept typing, so I asked, “How can you tell?”

A beautiful young adult girl said to him as he pored over a leather-bound book that dealt with the human anatomy and how to manipulate it. It had no title that he could see but he found it very interesting and deeply engrossing. Adam almost rolled his eyes at the lady. He remembered her very clearly; she was one of those…nymphs who had forcefully stripped him naked. Now, here she stood proudly before him with a smirk on her face, waiting. He sighed and closed the book before standing up. “You do not need to return the book,” the nymph said. “Just drop it and it will find its way back to its proper place.”

Jason was worried and determined to bring the mastermind to book. Two hours ran by. Jason received an email and he read the content carefully. His expression darkened. Susan was behind the missing money. She was involved in money laundering and had a team that worked for her. Pictures of her with some ferocious looking men were also attached. She was also supposed to be married to the disfigured man, not Wendy. “Susan, you pretended to love me and I fell for it because you offered your body to me willingly. I should have known better! Wendy was the best woman that I have ever met. I left her for Susan who was worse than Delilah.” Jason pouted regretfully.

he exclaimed and showed me a page. I quickly skimmed through the page. According to the book, I was actually locked up in that cell room and the first and only person to visit was... Alpha Nicholas. "Do you believe me now?" he asked immediately I looked up from the book. "Why are you just showing me this now?" I didn't know how he could have done that but I could feel that he had manipulated the records. "After a successful manipulation of the records?" I closed the book with my eyes fixed on his.