Empath And Narcissist นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He was me before I became, before I let myself become what I am now. My therapist here says I have narcissistic personality disorder. Says I've probably had it my whole life, learned it from my father, perfected it into an art form. She says people like me don't feel empathy the way normal people do. That we see relationships as transactions, people as objects to be used. She's not wrong. I taste something bitter in my mouth. Keep reading. But with you, Violet, God help me, with you it was different. At least at first. You made me want to be better. Made me feel things I didn't think I was capable of feeling. And that terrified me more than anything.

Well then, he shouldn’t have come. I’ve always practiced shielding myself from others, so I’m not constantly overwhelmed by their emotions. The words slip through the wind, and I hear Nana’s voice. An empath is deadly. You can influence the emotions of others and vice versa. The only thing I’m capable of feeling right now is fear, grabbing hold of the fear in my heart I just push it onto him. He chokes and grabs unto his head, the bow falling to the ground. My free hand curls into a fist at my side as I shove more fear unto his mind, He cries out a moment later startling the other two.

I said in a hoarse voice. "You hate yourself for caring for the enemy you should hate. You hate yourself for failing to take your revenge. You hate your fate for bringing you to him. Yet, you feel sorry for him and yourself." I stared at him in a daze. "H-how...?" He smiled again. A smile so pure it almost hurt. "I'm an empath," he replied, and I nodded. That explained it all. He would definitely excel as a therapist. The world needed more people like him.

I would have to go back to my region to look through our documents and registries to see if anything clicked or if I could find out more information, but I needed to get through today's core challenge first. Not to mention, make sure Nora makes it out of school alive and not mauled by Emilio. I heard he was an empath. There are always rumors about what gifts each region has, especially the leaders and inner circles of the region councils. We all have special gifts, gifts that are meant to help keep our people safe and provide us with extra strength when needed. After today, I know for sure that Emilio is an empath. I can't say I'm pleased about this. Empaths are more powerful than most think

Jessa can tell you first hand that she was a difficult child. Empaths are born with the ability to feel what others are feeling, emotionally and physically. This makes us very irritable as infants and young children as we have no understanding of what’s going on let alone how to control it. With time comes age and an instinctual understanding that we are inherently different from the others. Our wisdom flows deep as if it comes from Diana herself. Unfortunately, Diana could not have anticipated the turn of events that happened when empaths became adults and started emerging from their isolation.

"No, I don't have awakenings sadly. I've thought a lot since our first meeting, and I spent a lovely evening with you yesterday, so it hit me." "Hit you?" He hummed. "Yes. I realised that I wasn't treating you like the beautiful soul you are. I was treating you like a game that I have to win. And that's very wrong." Nate shook his head. "That's not how I make friends. You should know that I have a lot of friends because I excel at it." The omega turned to stare at him. "So you're a rich social butterfly slash football player with narcissistic tendencies? Good to know."

Then she said, “Oh, you’re an empath. Neat.” I laughed hard, snorting. Leave it to Nina to be so incredibly light and casual about something that had been feeling so heavy. “You have heard of this before?” “Yeah. Haven’t you?” Now that I thought about it in these terms, it was starting to make more sense. Yes. I knew some werewolves had varying kinds of psychic or empathic abilities. I just never thought I was someone who possessed any kind of magic like that. I never thought I would be.

Lana's expression turned hard, and her face was void of any emotion. Emory was a master of manipulation. She could talk to people and make them believe her lies. She was so good at talking people into things that they shouldn't do. And, she had Lana under her control. Just like a puppet. I realised that Lana isn’t as horrible as she made herself out to be. She was fueled by jealousy and resentment. She was a puppet. A puppet that was being controlled by her puppet master. Emory was pulling all the strings. And, she was a sociopath.

He let out a controlled laugh, "Oh Kai, I do not have time for that. I'm not some of the rogues you fight with. And your little team of course. Emily gave you some trouble, didn't she?" Emily looked uneasy and took her eyes off me. I gritted my teeth. He really was a narcissistic bastard. I never would have believed he could have his sneaky side to him. And he has no damn right to talk about Emily that way. Of course he was also a rogue, a rogue thar rated himself better than the others I have incinerated. "You self-deserving bastard, I always knew you were no saint! Why exactly do you have to do this? We were supposed to be working together to make this city better…not the other way round"