Humble Narcissist Novels & Stories

He might not be conservative or judgemental but he was indeed a shameless bastard. Esmeray breathed through her nose, trying to calm herself. The nerve of this bastard! She reminded herself that kicking the Vampire's balls will be an immature move and wasn't going to be beneficial for her in any way besides the momentary satisfaction. But Dear God! She was too tempted. What type of narcissist bastard he was? Esmeray wasn't going to lie she was attracted to him maybe a little but his narcissistic attitude was a complete turn-off for her. Esmeray didn't like smug and narcissistic men and Vladimir seemed to be their commander.

I swear if only we weren't arguing I would have started laughing at him, did he really think that this would make me do what he wants. “Well, that's weird because I remember hearing you say the exact same words to Ethan and Nathan and look how that worked out, remind me of one time where we were having dinner or lunch or breakfast and they didn't fight with you.” I let out a bitter laugh at remembering every single thing he made us do, ever since we were children to this day. This man is a narcissist who only cares about himself, his money, his fortune, his legacy. He doesn't care about anyone else.

she said trying to understand what I had just said. " okay do not get me wrong okay? He has his good sides too,but then again he is a narcissist who only care about him self, what other people are going through he never even noticed not to talk of caring, so yes I had least expected him to react like that " I say while feeling my stomach burn with so much anger as I remembered what he had put me through.

“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?”

Upstairs, Mark and Tod sat in front of the window, watching their father's car drive away. Mark was a little surprised, his big eyes blinking, "Ted and Dad are colluding." Tod nodded. Fortunately, his company was fine. He had gradually transferred to China, "Yes! Mommy can't know what we're doing now. Alas! Being too excellent is also a trouble." Mark: "..." Would the second child's narcissistic personality become more and more narcissistic as he got older? Girls would dislike that kind of personality when he grew up. He patted Tod's shoulder hard, "Second, have you noticed that there's something wrong with you?"

Nathan who was always cautious about his environment at this time had no idea that someone has entered his ward. He pouted like an aggrieved child and begrudged. "What do you mean by am I happy? Did you say it for me to be happy or because you meant it?" Hilda didn't know how to respond. Of course she said it because she meant it. But knowing how narcissistic Nathan was, she didn't want to admit it. As she was thinking about how to respond, she caught a glimpse of someone else in the video call.

“A narcissist? A psychopath? You can say it, dolcezza. It doesn't erase the compliment you gave me.” Wow. He is just as self centered as his cousin. Weird, his narcissistic behaviour is a little exaggerated in the papers I read. He's aware of his traits, and he has them work for him, and boy is it so fucking hot to see. He is also nicer than I thought, he treats me way too nice it's almost sickening, and it's only now that the thought down on me, that he got rid of my panicking attack, he sees about me, he's been nothing but kind to me since we said I do.

I thought everything was going well between us, but I guess it had not worked out as planned. He just kept lying to me and acting like he loved me. How could I have been so stupid?! I was too blinded by his charm that I didn't see his true nature. He wasn't just a normal guy. Sure he was very kind and caring and extremely intelligent, but underneath the surface, he was just an arrogant, narcissistic prick!

But what truly caught my attention was Bryan. The bastard looked far too pleased, his lips curved in that self-satisfied smirk that made me want to wipe it off his face permanently. He actually thought this little revelation about the mark had tilted the odds in his favor. I could see it in his expression, in the way his chest puffed slightly, like a peacock flaunting its feathers. He thought he could win Kelly back. How pathetic. Bryan Shamrock was the kind of man who could stare at a pile of ashes and still convince himself there was fire. A classic narcissist. Blind to his own rot. He’d driven his Pack into ruin, lost his wife, and still had the audacity to believe himself the victim.

He turned to look at me the corners of his lips twitching. “Yes, humility is a foreign concept to a man as powerful as me,” “Oh God…” I rolled my eyes, “Could you get anymore narcissistic?” “It's only narcissim when the things I boast of aren't true,” He replied, the corners of his lips tilting up slightly when he saw my exasperated expression. Oh. He was doing it to get a rile out of me. Asshole. I found myself laughing, he joined in. The sound was warm, low but it was real, as real as the jolts of electricity it sent down to my core.