The Manipulated Novels & Stories

"He looks fine, like he’s living in a perfect family. Anna put pink bed sheets on his bed, stuck shiny stickers on the walls, and…" My voice trailed off. Rita reached out and grasped my wrist. Her hands were warm, fingers slightly rough from constantly sorting documents, marked with tiny paper cuts. "Jenny," she said gently, "Daniel’s been manipulated. He’s only four. He can’t tell truth from lies. Anna reads him stories, draws with him, buys him toys — of course he grows attached to her. But you’re his mother, the one who brought him into this world. Once all this comes out and Anna’s true colors are exposed, he’ll understand."

“An affidavit. A clear narrative that Mr. Vance used his foundation, his money, and his influence to manipulate her.” Sameer stared at him. “She won’t sign anything,” he said. “She chose him.” The words tasted bitter. “People under pressure don’t always recognize manipulation,” the man replied. “She’s not stupid.” “No,” the man agreed. “She’s loyal.” A pause. “And loyalty can be redirected.” Sameer felt something cold creep up his spine. “How?” The man leaned forward slightly. “Sometimes,” he said evenly, “people only break away when the illusion shatters.”

"Three of them show signs of manipulation. Subtle. Very well done. But it's there." My heart sank. "Which three?" "Thomas. Sarah. And a boy named Michael." "What kind of manipulation?" "Suggestions. Planted years ago and reinforced periodically. Things like 'loyalty to the Castellan line is weakness' and 'true wolves serve their own interests first.' Nothing overtly treasonous, but enough to shift their thinking over time." "Can you remove it?" "I can try. But it's delicate work. If I'm not careful, I could damage their minds."

revenge. Six months after he was fired, the drug was ready. The drug had been modified to change the moral fibre of a person...in reality, it shifted the decision making of the individual to the low standards they had while drunk...but with even more psychological manipulation: -the person couldn't lie (like in that Jim Carrey movie 'Liar Liar') -the person's body would feel the need to obey even though their conscious mind would argue against such obedience -the person's sexual libido would increase substantially, the part he had really formulated, as part of his master plan to get revenge on not only that bitch Sarah, but others who have treated him poorly over the years.

“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.”

The more confused she was the easier it will be to manipulate her into doing what I wanted. I was now lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling and my mind was already planning the next step. This is because Scarlett was vulnerable and thus an easy target for manipulation. She was so weak, so willing to be used and wanted, to be loved and cared for. And once I had her where I needed her, I could use her against her mother, and that’s exactly what I did. Scarlett would not even know what hit her.

Please, doctor, if he knows anything, even the slightest thing that can help me find that monster, I want to know. Dr. Altman sat in the chair next to me, his body turned toward me. "Anna, he probably told you all that with this goal: to make you come back to him. Manipulation is one of his strong suits; he can get inside your head and play with you. That's how he gets satisfaction." Manipulate... Satisfaction from playing with people... Psychopath? I remembered when I researched that term for my guidance class in high school. -Is he a psychopath?

"Why should I believe you? There's no way I let you manipulate my mind." Summer suddenly became confused. "What is manipulating?" Grace gasped. "Don't you know? Manipulating is influencing someone in order to gain an advantage. It turns out you're not that smart, hmm?" "Everyone has strengths and weaknesses, Miss Evans. I may not have known many words, but that doesn't mean I'm not smart. I am smart! It's just that my intelligence is in a different area. Aren't you the same?" Grace's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

Something monumental. She clicked on the Metadata Report first, her eyes widening as she read the technical jargon. Digital manipulation. Timestamps altered. Image layers indicative of composite fabrication. Her breath hitched. Her hands began to tremble violently, the laptop shaking slightly as she scrolled down. The intricate details of how the infamous photos had been meticulously constructed, layer by painstaking layer, using fragments of real images, unfolded before her eyes. It was all there, damning and undeniable.

Mr Aztec's hands were shaking. "I confess to being manipulated by Malachi, he is a master of mind-bending tricks. And he controlled my head for years without me realising it. He tricked me into aiding his plan through promises of power and leadership." This revelation sent shockwaves through all of them, a mixture of anger, disappointment, and sympathy rippling through their collective consciousness.