Persuasion Stories

Power is an illusion-crafted, shaped, and imposed by those who understand its nature. It does not belong to the strongest or the loudest but to those who control perception. You believe you are free, that your choices are your own, but are they? Every thought, every desire, every fear has been influenced, shaped by unseen forces. This book is not a comfort. It will not reassure you. Instead, it will reveal what has been hidden-the mechanics of control, the psychology of manipulation, the subtle hands that guide your every move. The greatest trick of power is making you believe you were never controlled at all. Look around. The world is built on carefully designed illusions. Politics is not about governance but persuasion. Business is not about value but influence. Even love, friendship, and loyalty are bound by unspoken power dynamics. Every interaction is a game-some play it, others are played. The most skilled manipulators do not force decisions; they guide them. They do not impose their will; they make you believe it was your own. True influence is invisible, a whisper rather than a command. Fear, desire, guilt, admiration-these are the strings that pull at the human mind, and those who master them control everything. But this book is not just about them-it is about you. You have been shaped, controlled, deceived. And whether you realize it or not, you have done the same to others. Now the question is: will you remain blind, or will you learn to see? Welcome to "The Grand Illusion: The Art of Power, Manipulation, and Deception". The choice has always been yours... or so you've been led to believe.

"Born with innate talent to tell and reveal lies." We were put into this merciless reality to clash against each other. And those whom may have lived their life in a pure bliss would never realize how they were used as devices for the mere entertainment pursuit of others. In reality, it was the sole system that life has embraced-- the reality that one may find revolting. An inconspicuous and unobtrusive, who was built for an experiment. To break out of the laws of system, one must advance without holding back to unveil the truth. As a prodigy who has been living lies, Kiyotaka Ayanokouji, the jack of all trades but master of none, seeks to find a new meaning of life by joining the Advanced Nurturing High School to understand and know what it really means to have talent-- whereas he will require to maintain the equilibrium by holding back and showing his skills simultaneously to attain his wish as a prodigious defect. Author's Note: The story takes place at ANHS and if you ever wondered about the direction of this or whether you should treat this as the alternative to the canon Light Novel then no doubt about it, I didn't know either. However, the clear thing here is the story will follow en route of both Light Novel and Anime, with a bit of twist by adding the better elements which may vary depending on the way its narrative goes. So, you may as well treat this as the alternative plot to exterior (Anime) and equilibrium (LN) but with some modifications which means it goes as far the experiment will be done. Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction story about Classroom Of The Elite Light Novel. This fan-fic was made with a little of help provided by AI, tools, and resources online. The original story and respective characters are all belong to Kinugasa Shōgo. If there are similarities to other fan fictions, it might just be a freaky coincidence.

A pop up soda diner that serves soda that gives the drinker superpowers for one hour! But at what cost and to what end? Enjoy 😉

The tale of Persephone is well known throughout Greek Mythology, however, the real tale hidden beneath the myth of a Goddess stolen away from her mother is that of Alena Cali - the Cursed Siren. Forever cursed to lure sailors to their deaths with their beautiful voices, Alena is banished to live out her days on Cape Pelorum in servitude to the gods for the unpayable debt she earned in losing Demeter's daughter. Now powerless to the curse that causes her to drag innocent men to their watery graves, Alena sees no escape from her doomed existence. However, when the opportunity to save Persephone arises, she only has one option left: gain the help of a lone sailor to right her wrongs, or lose her friend to the clutches of the Underworld once and for all. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ **Cover made by @ShadowedRain** **Featured by the official Retold Wattpad page, on their "Rethology" reading list" **Winner of the "Ultimate Undiscovered" in the FCRA's 2016 ** **Highest Ranking #250 in Fantasy**

Twitchy was his type, and he couldn't help twitching his fingers every now and then. What else was expected of the IT expert? He'd even made his name out of codes. He didn't mind. Love wasn't something that was supposed to be on his plate until she swung in, in his life and turned it upside down - literally. This time, yet again love wasn't what was supposed to be on his plate after the bygone. The woman he fell in love with already belonged to someone else. Friendship wasn't something he simply wanted to settle for; regardless of the matter that he knew that he couldn't have anything else. That made him twitchier. He knew that love was something that wasn't supposed to be in his fate because code numbers were not supposed to find partners. She was the dandelion amidst the stalks of grass that surrounded her. She was the breath of air, in the odour of muggy, slimy creepers. She was yellow in stretches of grey. She was someone, who'd been born herself out from that grey, and pulled her to become the dandelion of the grass. She was tipsy in her own world. She was the one who loved turning people's lives upside down. She loved metaphors of the greenery; she loved being called names of flowers. What else do you expect from a botanist? But one experience from the past had made her steer clear away from love. She winked at boys, flirted, had her own fun time staring at the hot bodies; which included one of her best friends too but love was something which she'd reduced to ashes as soon as they were placed on her plate. What happens when technology meets flora? What happens when twitchy meets tipsy? What would happen when Twilight and Dusk collide? They were yet to know. Highest Ranking: #39 in Chicklit Cover By: @ImaginatorAF

for someone who keeps telling me that they have no ideas and can't write... just do it. hi @bae

These are basically just essays I've written for school and some I've written at home. Some may be creative, some informative and some persuasive. Just got this idea and decided to go with it.

You know their names. You know their stories. But never quite like this. Welcome to Wittenberg College. Here you’ll find a collection of literature’s greatest characters, from Elizabeth Bennet and Darcy to Romeo and Juliet, now just ordinary college students in a modern world. Join them as they muddle through relationships, pressures of family, ambition, and most of all, trying just to find themselves and their places in the world.

This fanfiction is largely a reaction to Kathryn Davis' article ""A New Set of Opinions and of Hopes: Lady Russell's Education." This article, in short, sought to argue that Lady Russell's place in the novel was not merely that of a classist Dowager who sabotages Anne's first engagement to Captain Wentworth, but rather as a woman still grieving the loss of her dearest friend, Lady Elliot, and frequently and consistently mistaking Anne for her mother, a mistake which just so happens to result in her poorly judged persuasion eight years before the novel's start and one which persists up until its final chapter. Taking the sentiments expressed by Davis in this article, I decided that an interesting interjection into Austen's text would be to examine Lady Russell at her precise moment of conflict and reconciliation which occurs "off-page" in chapter 24. This scene is incredibly interesting to me as it inherently confronts an issue which I believe gets overlooked in many other critical texts: Lady Russell's frequent mistaking Anne for Lady Elliot throughout the novel. This was not something that was incredibly apparent to me upon my first reading, but it is a consistent and notable trend throughout the text, perhaps best demonstrated in the quote "it is only in Anne that she could fancy the mother to revive again." This case of mistaken identity, as well of an evident Freudian slip, is never fully explored in the text which left me incredibly curious as to how Lady Russell would possibly come to terms with Anne's marriage without overcoming, or at least addressing it. This is the issue which I seek to address here. Many other choices were made within the work, but this was the primary motivation for writing.

(FANFIC: Basado en el libro de Persuasión de Jane Austen) Ana Elliot nunca encajó en su familia, con todos sus egos y altanería por ser de una clase social diferente, ahora han caído en bancarrota. Años atrás había rechazado al hombre que amaba por seguir la opinión ajena y malos consejos, aceptando su situación dedica su tiempo a los libros, sus sobrinos y al altruismo. Pero la vida le dará otra oportunidad. Cuando retorne Frederick Wentworth al pueblo. Esta vez, Ana deberá decidir por sí misma y ya no tiene margen para equivocarse. ¿Tomará la decisión correcta? ¿Qué haría una Ana Elliot moderna? ¿Y si Frederick no fuera un Capitán?

Secret, friendship, darkness, peace, and finally, love... One last chance is all I have. If I used it wisely, I would save my family and my friends. One wrong move and I would kill them all one by one, watching them suffering. One wrong person to trust and our mission would end. All I know for now is... I will never, let them, get me...

she was easily persuaded by the people around her

“Draw me like one of your French girls,” I muttered suddenly, narrowing my eyes at him, a smirk playing at my painted dark red lips. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Or I am for that instance?” Justin spat, his face showing confusion, shock, disgust as he looked at me as if I was nothing but a slimy, greasy frog, while he held a spoonful of noodles in front of his mouth. All Rights Reserved © @Evelynn_Rose

Hey, this is a short story I wrote for school about an alien who fell to Earth as a child and grew up in our world. I had to shorten it a ton and take out some parts I really liked but I think it tuned out good? I don't know. Please leave a comment telling me if you like it or not and... Yeah. I might make this into a whole book if I get enough support on it. Thank you all!!! <3 from Inchworm

Audrey Mason was the daughter of rich parents. She was that popular beauty who everybody wanted at the Parka High School. Being rich, she always gets what she wants. She was not the bad girl or the slut of the school, but still got her way in everything. She still ruled the school. Damien Barkley was the new boy of school. He had recently shifted in the town is all everybody knew. No one knew he was rich boy of rich parents. He intended to keep it that way. Audrey gets an instant liking on the first sight on the first day. She intends to befriend him. And he intends to stay away. Would she do all to get into him? Or he would be able to stay away from her charms?

short story about a possesed man which emotions lead him to bad decisions

She loves him, he didn't care. He liked her, she gave up. "You ruin everything you touch, just like how you ruined me." * * * © 2016 xlluminight, Setting Fire All Rights Reserve