Humble Narcissist Novels & Stories

“See? Thαt wαs cαsuαl. Nothing else.” “Yeαh right‚” I teαsed. “Cαsuαl glαnces don’t come with blushing‚ Sαshα. Αdmit it.” “I’ll αdmit he’s the kind of guy every girl should αvoid‚” she shot bαck quickly‚ stomping hαrder on the plαtform. “He’s α nαrcissist‚ α cαsαnovα‚ α totαl commitment-phobe. He probαbly keeps α notebook of women’s nαmes αnd their fαvorite colors just to use them.”

Hanna said softly under her breathe, her eyes wondered down to the plate. "Is something wrong?" I asked, she was perfectly fine a minute ago and now she looked sad. "Yeah, I just really hate narcissists." She said "Oh, why so? Other than the obvious reason that they are assholes." I said, I wasn't completely sure I didn't make the cut for her definition of a narcissist though. I was a man who loved himself and knew his position, about others, that wasn't narcissism, right? "My ex was the most narcissistic man I ever met, couldn't fathom the thought that he wasn't the center of the universe." She said disdainfully.

I sat up, pulling the sheets to my chest, feeling the soreness in my thighs, a reminder of the ploughing he’d just delivered. "The big scary monster has a hickey from a 'little mouse.' How will you ever survive the embarrassment?" He stopped pacing and looked at me. Really looked at me. The anger was there, but beneath it was a flickering spark of something else, like a a begrudging respect. "You're a brat," he muttered, though he moved back toward the bed. "A powerful, arrogant, blood thirsty brat." “And you’re a narcissist with an ego the size of the North Star,” Nyx chimed in one last time. “But you’re our narcissist. Now, tell the girl she did a good job. Her legs are shaking so hard she

I just didn’t realize how much she was holding in and that’s what I will regret forever. I had no idea that Margo was pregnant when she thought I was cheating. Nobody knew until after she jumped…… That damn cliff still haunts me. It’s Alexander’s fault. He was always jealous of me. Jealous of the man I had become. Jealous that his mom adored me. Jealous of my wife. I always knew he had an eye for Margo, but that was lust not love. His mother knew that too. While growing up his mother always called him out on his neurotic tendencies for attention. It broke her heart to see how her son was and not be able to stop it. It’s not everyday you have a labeled sociopath in the family but here we are.

"I swear in anything you believe that losing your job will be the least you deserve. I'll so fuck you up! How could I let you in as a stranger into my home and you repay me with evil!" My voice broke. "Maddox, I don't take your friendship for granted. But this is all a setup." He broke into an unkind smile. There were so many eyes staring at us, and I desired to fade into the background at this point. I hated myself for not being too careful. "Set up indeed. I know your type. You pretend to be perfect and when your can of worms are exposed, you blame it on others. A perfect example of a narcissist."

A Story about a Narcasstic Mafia boss who considers himself a Greek God with insane power he holds. And a poor insecure naive girl who had been entangled in a relationship which couldn’t even be called as one. She was a forbidden fruit he was eager to taste without thinking about the consequences. A sinful desire that corrupted his whole being. But it was amusing for him as. He was a sinner for a reason. ______________________________________ The guy is highly self obsessed and considers himself a God so,you might get irritated sometimes by how he always is so full of himself. Girl is not a damsel in distress she knows better than to wail and drown herself in self pity. She’s not really str

She was understanding and smart, and as Zeenah described things she had felt and gone through, it seemed she had the power to unlock the mysteries of the universe. Karima said Abubakar's behaviour fit the pattern of someone with a narcissistic personality disorder, which was common for abusive husbands. As the doctor explained about the disorder, it felt as if she were describing Zeenah's life as it had been for the past year. A person with NPD was domineering, blaming, self-absorbed, intolerant of others’ needs . . . and they used rage as a control tactic. They don’t respect anyone else’s boundaries, which meant they felt entitled to bully and criticize until their victims were an absolute

, Sarah said sadly. “ Even now when you're ready to give him the divorce that he himself wanted, the fucker talks as though he’s the best thing that happened to you, and he did you a favour by marrying you”, Amelia bristled with anger. “Yes, that’s a typical NPD behavior. The person has grandiose inflated self worth which makes him feel superior to others. They constantly berate others while seeking admiration for themselves. They also have a severe lack of empathy for others”, Dr Sam said.

“You know what! You are not as dumb… as I thought you to be, you know how to impress a man at least. And when you are putting in this much effort to please me, just for one thing… don't worry, I will not disappoint you. Maybe I'll even try to teach you some basic rules of business too, so that in future, you don't have to throw yourself on some random man just for some minor favors.” I am sure this man isn't going anywhere, nor will his narcissistic personality ever let him think about anyone else…! Does he really think that I am doing so to please him? Even if the answer is yes, then let me burst his bubble really fast. “Mr. Johnson, I think you have the wrong idea…”

“You don’t?” “No,” he says confidently. “I am a patient man. I persist. I charm. I flirt. I annoy. I show up. Eventually, they realise resistance is pointless.” “That sounds very… you,” I chuckle. “It sounds extremely narcissistic.” “It worked,” he says smugly. “And it is not narcissistic. It's confidence. Very attractive trait.” I smile faintly. “So you’re saying the person shouldn’t give up?”