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Manipulated
Lives
Lives
by
H.A. Leuschel
H.A. Leuschel
Genre:
Psychological Fiction
Psychological Fiction
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NEED to read this. Your family needs to read this, your friends needto read this, your children … NEED to read this’
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Five
fictional, compelling true-to-life stories about how people can be
manipulated by others.
fictional, compelling true-to-life stories about how people can be
manipulated by others.
Manipulators are everywhere. At first
these devious and calculating people can be hard to spot, because
that is their way. They are often masters of disguise: witty,
disarming, even charming in public – tricks to snare their prey –
but then they revert to their true self of being controlling and
angry in private. Their main aim: to dominate and use others to
satisfy their needs, with a complete lack of compassion and empathy
for their victim.
these devious and calculating people can be hard to spot, because
that is their way. They are often masters of disguise: witty,
disarming, even charming in public – tricks to snare their prey –
but then they revert to their true self of being controlling and
angry in private. Their main aim: to dominate and use others to
satisfy their needs, with a complete lack of compassion and empathy
for their victim.
In this collection of short novellas, you
meet people like you and me, intent on living happy lives, yet each
of them, in one way or another, is caught up and damaged by a
manipulative individual.
meet people like you and me, intent on living happy lives, yet each
of them, in one way or another, is caught up and damaged by a
manipulative individual.
First you meet Tess, whose past is
haunted by a wrong decision, then young, successful and well balanced
Sophie, who is drawn into the life of a little boy and his troubled
father. Next, there is teenage Holly, who is intent on making a
better life for herself, followed by a manipulator himself, trying to
make sense of his irreversible incarceration. Lastly, there is Lisa,
who has to face a parent’s biggest regret. All stories highlight to
what extent abusive manipulation can distort lives and threaten our
very feeling of self-worth.
haunted by a wrong decision, then young, successful and well balanced
Sophie, who is drawn into the life of a little boy and his troubled
father. Next, there is teenage Holly, who is intent on making a
better life for herself, followed by a manipulator himself, trying to
make sense of his irreversible incarceration. Lastly, there is Lisa,
who has to face a parent’s biggest regret. All stories highlight to
what extent abusive manipulation can distort lives and threaten our
very feeling of self-worth.
Helene
Andrea Leuschel gained a BA in Journalism & Communication, which
led to a career in radio and television in Brussels, London and
Edinburgh. She later acquired a Master in Philosophy, specializing in
the study of the mind.
Andrea Leuschel gained a BA in Journalism & Communication, which
led to a career in radio and television in Brussels, London and
Edinburgh. She later acquired a Master in Philosophy, specializing in
the study of the mind.
Helene
has a particular interest in emotional, psychological and social
well-being and this led her to write her first novel, Manipulated
Lives, a fictional collection of five novellas, each highlighting the
dangers of interacting with narcissists.
has a particular interest in emotional, psychological and social
well-being and this led her to write her first novel, Manipulated
Lives, a fictional collection of five novellas, each highlighting the
dangers of interacting with narcissists.
She
lives with her husband and two children in Portugal.
lives with her husband and two children in Portugal.
‘Are you playing hard to get then?’ He was right there, slumped in one of the chairs in the far
corner of the café, watching her walk through the door.Theaccusation was written all over his
face and she instantly felt guilty. She had not been able to see him through the café window but,
rather than completely give up on the possibility that he had turned up, she decided to enter and
give the place a quick scan.
He added one of his irresistible winks to his reproach and lifted his hand to indicate the empty
chair next to him. His legs were confidently spread open and for a brief moment she thought
that he looked like a younger version of Theo James.He had the same brown eyes and full lips,
thick blond hair that seemed to style easily and a lean body which looked good in any clothes.
Added to his appearance, he knew how to disarm a girl with an assertive, deep gaze and a
smile that conveyed cocky self-confidence.
Her knees felt like jelly and her heart was racing so fast now that it felt as if it was on the brink of
bursting through her chest. She grabbed the handle of her bag to settle her shaking hand. She
wondered what her friends would have to say about all of this. She had never exchanged a
single hello with this guy ever since he joined the school last year, yet a brief chat in the
morning had now meant they
were looking into each other’s eyes as if they’d always wanted to be together. This was what
falling in love at first sight must feel like, she thought. The only thing was though, she told
herself in an attempt to sober her excitement, that this was not first sight. Next, she felt his handreach out to hers, patting it gently. It made her feel like an inexperienced little girl, which she
knew she was.
Don’t spoil this Holly, pull yourself together, her voice muttered in her head.
‘What would you like to drink?’
Holly sat down on the empty seat he had kept for her, placing her bag at her feet and shrugged
her shoulders, suggesting a 7 Up.
He returned to the table with a glass and a can and she was amazed about how confident he
was at starting a conversation, talking about himself and how soon they were engaged in
general chitchat. It was when her mobile beeped with a new message that she realised the time
and that her mum would wonder where she was. It was her job to look out for her two brothers
until her parents arrived
home for dinner.
She gathered her bag, giggling with him now, already more at ease and relaxed.
‘Sorry, I’ve got to go,’ Holly said, but before she was able to get up and say good-bye, he was
by her side, leaning towards her ear and whispering.
‘Don’t ever make me wait again, babe.’ She looked up in shock, and then sighed with relief
when she saw him smiling and blowing her an air kiss and reaching his right hand to her cheek
to stroke it with his index finger. ‘Wow, I’ve never met a girl with such perfect skin.’ Her cheeks
prickled just hearing his words. Compliments did seem to come easy to him but they felt
wonderful, even though he was clearly quite full of himself. Don’t make me wait again, he’d said,
as if he was some kind of VIP.
‘Oh, and best not tell anyone we’re seeing each other. They’ll just make fun of us. OK? See you
tomorrow.’ She nodded and before she could say anything else, he winked one more time and
was out of the door.
She was almost out on the pavement herself when she heard a gruff voice coming from the
counter.
‘Oi, you’ve not paid for your drink, young lady.’
‘Oh, I’m sorry, I thought my friend paid for me.’ She ruffled through her bag and fished out a few
coins, handing them over the counter to the lady’s outstretched palm.
‘A right friend that is then, eh?’
‘Ah, he must have forgotten.He was in a real rush. I’m really sorry.’
Her cheeks were crimson, this time with embarrassment.
‘That’s alright, pet. You watch who you go out with.’ The lady shook her head slightly and her
forehead was still set in a frown as Holly left.
She was fuming with anger.How could he have forgotten to pay? He seemed to have made it so
clear that he’d invited her for a drink. Or had he? Maybe she had been assuming too much. He
was just a student too, and it had been their first date.
corner of the café, watching her walk through the door.Theaccusation was written all over his
face and she instantly felt guilty. She had not been able to see him through the café window but,
rather than completely give up on the possibility that he had turned up, she decided to enter and
give the place a quick scan.
He added one of his irresistible winks to his reproach and lifted his hand to indicate the empty
chair next to him. His legs were confidently spread open and for a brief moment she thought
that he looked like a younger version of Theo James.He had the same brown eyes and full lips,
thick blond hair that seemed to style easily and a lean body which looked good in any clothes.
Added to his appearance, he knew how to disarm a girl with an assertive, deep gaze and a
smile that conveyed cocky self-confidence.
Her knees felt like jelly and her heart was racing so fast now that it felt as if it was on the brink of
bursting through her chest. She grabbed the handle of her bag to settle her shaking hand. She
wondered what her friends would have to say about all of this. She had never exchanged a
single hello with this guy ever since he joined the school last year, yet a brief chat in the
morning had now meant they
were looking into each other’s eyes as if they’d always wanted to be together. This was what
falling in love at first sight must feel like, she thought. The only thing was though, she told
herself in an attempt to sober her excitement, that this was not first sight. Next, she felt his handreach out to hers, patting it gently. It made her feel like an inexperienced little girl, which she
knew she was.
Don’t spoil this Holly, pull yourself together, her voice muttered in her head.
‘What would you like to drink?’
Holly sat down on the empty seat he had kept for her, placing her bag at her feet and shrugged
her shoulders, suggesting a 7 Up.
He returned to the table with a glass and a can and she was amazed about how confident he
was at starting a conversation, talking about himself and how soon they were engaged in
general chitchat. It was when her mobile beeped with a new message that she realised the time
and that her mum would wonder where she was. It was her job to look out for her two brothers
until her parents arrived
home for dinner.
She gathered her bag, giggling with him now, already more at ease and relaxed.
‘Sorry, I’ve got to go,’ Holly said, but before she was able to get up and say good-bye, he was
by her side, leaning towards her ear and whispering.
‘Don’t ever make me wait again, babe.’ She looked up in shock, and then sighed with relief
when she saw him smiling and blowing her an air kiss and reaching his right hand to her cheek
to stroke it with his index finger. ‘Wow, I’ve never met a girl with such perfect skin.’ Her cheeks
prickled just hearing his words. Compliments did seem to come easy to him but they felt
wonderful, even though he was clearly quite full of himself. Don’t make me wait again, he’d said,
as if he was some kind of VIP.
‘Oh, and best not tell anyone we’re seeing each other. They’ll just make fun of us. OK? See you
tomorrow.’ She nodded and before she could say anything else, he winked one more time and
was out of the door.
She was almost out on the pavement herself when she heard a gruff voice coming from the
counter.
‘Oi, you’ve not paid for your drink, young lady.’
‘Oh, I’m sorry, I thought my friend paid for me.’ She ruffled through her bag and fished out a few
coins, handing them over the counter to the lady’s outstretched palm.
‘A right friend that is then, eh?’
‘Ah, he must have forgotten.He was in a real rush. I’m really sorry.’
Her cheeks were crimson, this time with embarrassment.
‘That’s alright, pet. You watch who you go out with.’ The lady shook her head slightly and her
forehead was still set in a frown as Holly left.
She was fuming with anger.How could he have forgotten to pay? He seemed to have made it so
clear that he’d invited her for a drink. Or had he? Maybe she had been assuming too much. He
was just a student too, and it had been their first date.
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