Humble Narcissist Novels & Stories

So I guess, it's pretty normal why she became like that. "Oh dear, don't get ahead of yourself, sweetheart! You know, no matter what you do, mommy's still above you," she chuckles softly. This is the problem. People with narcissistic personality may lack the ability to care or understand the feelings of others. I don't hate her because of this, nor like her. It's just… her grin irks me! Look at that grin! She's obviously looking down at me! "Ha.." I sighed, "What makes you think that you're above me, mother?" I can't deny that, that narcissistic personality of hers, started to grow in myself, so the feeling is mutual.

I didn’t turn back once to see his reaction. I had not spoken with him for up to five minutes but I could already tell that he is an egoistic, narcissistic, pompous and arrogant Jerk. Who the hell did he think he was? He thought of himself as God’s gift to women. So presumptuous of him to think that I wanted to offer myself to him. The snobbish prick even called me Nadia. I was writing my article about him with or without an interview with him and I had a feeling that he wasn’t going to smile after reading what I had to say about his insolent ass.

The hum of the car engine almost drowned out his very silent words. “No, I just find him extremely annoying. He is very observant and knows just where to prick me to make me angry without knowing it. Most of the words that come out of his mouth are like a big contrast to my beliefs.” Nirvana had a thoughtful look as she stared ahead at the busy road in front of them. “I thought you would appreciate some semblance of opposition,” “I do, it just isn’t easy to admit that the other person is right. Like I said, I am narcissistic and egotistical. And talking about being observant, I think you are too.” Nirvana steered back the conversation to the man beside her.

“That is the closest you can get. The bitch is narcissistic. Never in his life dare him to injure himself.” This time, he groaned in agreement. “I’ve met him… twice. The bitch is a century old but as nasty as ever. That old geezer." If so, her assessment was accurate and real. Only people who had met him knew his attitude. He was narcissistic and a son of bitch. Giving zero fuck and loved to raise the stake if something fall in his favor. He was also an opportunist. The toenail that he forcefully swallowed was given because he was in a good mood. It was by chance.

Strong, authoritative, confident, demanding, self-assured, thoughtful, slightly arrogant, and responsible. I follow him into the hotel and notice he's carrying my suitcase along with his. One thing I realized about Anthony is that he's humble. He doesn't flaunt his wealth or treat people like they're inferior to him. And that, in my eyes, makes him the most superior. He could have made his driver or the hotel concierge carry the stuff, but he's not. He doesn't like to depend on others for what he can do himself.

I'm so used to people being mean when I do something by mistake that when Benny rushed to make the man feel better, my heart melted at his sweetness. Of course the jackass had to throw it back at Benny. I still can't believe the balls the guy had to call Benny names. I was certain the guy was done for, but Benny is a good man and tried to calm everything down. Then the guy had his eyes on me and it goes to show that it didn't matter how big or small, a narcissist will go for anyone. He saw Benny's kindness as a weakness.

Nancy smiled and looked at him from the corner of her eye. Alex reached out and hugged her. "Even if I have a mental illness, I am not afraid. You will not run away from me like Shuxuan did." Nancy pursed her lips and smiled, "That is not necessarily true. What if I really run away one day?" "No, you are unwilling to let me lose control." "Narcissist." "No need to be narcissistic. With you here, I'm still confident in this." Nancy suddenly stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. "Indeed, you do not need to be Narcissist because you have already eaten me to death and I am still willing."

A raindrop fell on my head, and I felt a cold touch. I stand up and ran to the line since I was left behind. I had been always a narcissist, a part of me who was born after I was proclaimed a genius. Whether I need it or not, it will suddenly appear, making me question why. It was the part of me that makes me think reverse on what should I think of. I had left it out for years, since being humble is tiring. And, I left it on the corner where the spotlight can hit anytime.

He mused. "You're a narcissist," I pointed out. "I am confident," he corrected. "There's a difference between the two.." He set down his papers and turned to face me fully. "Besides, after what I heard this morning, I think I have earned the right to be a little smug." He added, a smirk dancing at the corner of his lips. "Can we not talk about that?" I said quickly, looking anywhere but at him. "Why not? It's a perfectly natural thing. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Lucian countered.

"That's Liam's cup of tea. The most important thing is that I am free." The selfishness inherent in his words was breathtaking in its scope. He had reduced Liam's entire future to a minor inconvenience, something that was unfortunate but ultimately irrelevant compared to his own needs. The casual way he dismissed years of hard work, natural talent, and carefully laid plans as merely "Liam's cup of tea" revealed a level of narcissism that was almost sociopathic in its completeness.