Emotionalmanipulation قصص

When Aaliyah Birkin is pulled into Baek-Jeong's deadly world, she can't ignore how dangerously drawn she is to him. ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ Dark Romance Emotional Manipulation Slow Burn Enemies to Lovers Toxic Im Baek Jeong

"You want to save those you love," he said. "You want another choice." The vision dissolved, leaving only red and rot. "I can give you one." Will's breath hitched. His heart hammered against the vine wrapped over it. He leaned in, voice low, almost tender. "Come with me. Be at my side. In my world. You and I, together." Will stared at him "What?" The word came out flat, disbelieving. "I don't understand. Why would you drop your plans for that?" Vecna's mouth twitched. "Because I want you. I am offering you a life." He leaned closer. "My world. My throne." His voice dipped. "My side. My hand. I want you to belong to me in every way a person can belong to another." *** What if Henry had given Will another choice to save his friends? How would they react when Will tells them about his offer? A rework of Will's coming out scene with a smaller audience and Byler endgame.

cross posted on ao3. Siyeon wakes up after a failed attempt to take her own life. Why does she keep seeing Minji in everything? And what does the blonde haired girl want?

"On top of a hill that overlooks an intricate city, there stands a glass castle. It is not stained, nor tinted or frosted. It's clear and empty of colour, see through. Arrows and stones and gazes can pierce through the thin layer, for it is not bulletproof. It is made of glass, perched precariously over a city of stones and other sorts. 'Thomas, we aren't like everyone else. We have wealth, superior to all those below us.' "Inside the glass castle, there lives a jackhammer and a pen and paper. They have a son, and he is made of porcelain. The porcelain boy grows inside these castle walls, learning and changing. The jackhammer and the pen keep him inside the glass castle, and so he watches through the clear windows, silently observing the city that lives its own life." (Art is not mine! If you know who it's by, please let me know!)

The studio didn't fall apart. It got more efficient. One system at a time, Glyph House traded warmth for workflow, trust for templates-and no one said no. Why would they? Everything still works. Especially the part that's quietly breaking them.

IN STAGES OF REWRITING: THIS IS ORIGINAL FORM This is not canon. Tubbo (12) and Tommy (12) are both preteens and Technoblade is 17. All of this is platonic. Please respect the CCs. If they want me to remove this, I will. Dream was always the best brother Tommy had. He was the only brother he had ever had. All he knew was Dream and his large castle! Dream always gave him tasty food, bedtime stories, and happy memories. Until Technoblade, the Prince of the Arctic Empire and one of the server's best fighters, takes Tommy as revenge for the murder of Wilbur. What will Tommy discover while outside the Dream Kingdom? This is inspired by ValWasTaken's Reunited! Please give it some love! (originally posted on ao3) NOTE: Please respect the CCs when reading. I've seen some unsettling books on other's reading lists...

Everyone has a soul mark. It is not inherently romantic, it just means someone fits you, completes you. Lord Voldemort grew up believing he did not have such a thing, that he was above common folk. Then, one day, a prophecy happens. Someone who is his equal. And the Dark Lord would laugh at the very idea, but not a month later he finally earns a soulmark. Harry James Potter. The war kind of goes downhill from there.

Still recovering from the Cello incident, Lace and friends are confronted by a menacing figure, who may be someone that they know. Who is this shadowy person, and will they help our heroes? Or will they bring out the worst in them all? Either way we are in for one big adventure! This Story is for the Third Chapter of Grace Helbig's #writingwithgrace contest. @writingwith

"I love you honey. I'm ready, I'm ready to go."

[OC Self-Inset LitRPG] 山尺丨ㄒ乇 ㄚㄖㄩ尺 千卂几ᗪㄖ爪. ᄃんのの丂乇 ﾘのひ尺 丂ﾉり乇. ㄒ卄乇 Ꮆ卂爪乇 丨丂 Ꮆ乇几乇尺卂ㄒ丨几Ꮆ... 乇几ﾌㄖㄚ ! [I found that box under the door of the house's entrance one day, accompanied by a cryptic note: "The best game of your life." I'm just going to try, what could go wrong?]

Vesper thought the past was buried. But lights flicker when she enters a room. A radio whispers her name. And shadows linger where they shouldn't. As fragments of a life she doesn't remember begin to surface, Vesper finds herself caught between what feels safe and what feels familiar. A boyfriend who offers comfort but never truly sees her. A quiet stranger whose presence stirs something old, aching, and unfinished. Long before this life, a promise was broken. A silence chose survival over courage. And a soul was left to die alone. Fate failed courage. Now, the past is done waiting. Some curses don't fade with time. Some loves survive lifetimes. And some sins come back-slowly, patiently-to be paid in full.

Operation Strix is still in progress as Anya strives for success. The mission is pushed to the side when people from her past re-enter her life, and plan B is the least of her worries as she struggles to hide her previous life from her family and friends. ------- My first fanfic. I'm hoping to improve as I go.

Every day, he watches her. Every breath she takes, every word she writes, every way she turns off the light-memorized, dated, framed in his secret notebook. He doesn't know her real name, but he knows she doesn't believe in dreams. He knows she doesn't want anyone to get close. But he's starting to get closer. It's no longer enough for him to see her from afar... Now, he wants to be in her life. As a friend? As something else? This isn't a love story. This is the story of someone who decided to get to know you... without your permission.

What would you do if someone offered you a chance to change your destiny? What price would be willing to pay? Alana was just an ordinary woman living in a small Midwestern town, looking to make a fresh start until a stranger walked into her life. Now she is trapped in a strange world. With the help of some new friends, Alana will have to face her greatest challenge and find the courage to unlock the secrets buried deep her past. It will take all her wits and skills to beat the demon king before she becomes his prisoner forever. What will she find beyond the mirror?

The Raggedy Man Raggedy isn't a race. It's a behavior. Across four books, The Raggedy Man series explores the same destructive pattern wearing different faces. These men come from different cultures and walks of life, but the behavior remains the same: entitlement disguised as charm, manipulation disguised as vulnerability. This series is about attraction without accountability, chemistry without character, and women learning-sometimes painfully-that patterns don't change just because the face does. Not all men are raggedy. But raggedy men exist everywhere. Once you see the pattern, you can't unsee it.

Dr. Eleanor Hayes, a therapist, deals with Alex Carter, a patient who manipulates her advice to his advantage. After realizing his deceit, she confronts him, helping him face his issues and reinforcing her own resilience.

For them, it's always been this way. The give and the take, the thrill of Seeing, the relief of Loneliness. This time, however, things have gone exceptionally awry. The result? Bickering, emotional manipulation, and two powerful servants of eldritch fear gods being absolutely horrid to each other.

|dipper x gideon| For seven years Gideon Gleeful has been infatuated with Mabel Pines. He's been arrested 9 times, spent 3 years in jail and followed her across five states. When her nuisance of a brother confronts him, his rage boils over. The sight of a bloodied, beaten and helpless Pines switches something on inside the former physic. He never wants to go back.

"You can't be serious." "If you ever set foot in the Dream SMP, or any of its surrounding countries, you will be executed." "Why keep me here? Why not just put me in that massive prison of yours?" "That prison was never built to keep you of all people. But if you keep trying my patience, I just might make you a cell." "Just go. You got what you want, I'm far from your precious country. Just leave me here and never come back." "You know I can't do that." "That blizzard outside is almost as cold as you are, Dream. You walk in here, and it's like all the warmth just disappears. One day, you'll catch a cold from that ice you've festered in your heart." "There will come a day when you, too, learn to become heartless to protect yourself." ***** What did I ever do to deserve being banished from the home I've done nothing but love, to a place nearly as cold as the masked man forcing me to stay here?

White Lily rushes to answer Pure Vanilla's distress signal, but is far too late.