I Think My Brother Is A Narcissistic Novels & Stories

“Well, I wouldn’t have had to disappear if you had just done what I wanted you to do.” Zayn scoffed. “I think it's high time you stopped blaming me for every misfortune that comes your way, Nathan Graham. You are my older brother. Don’t you think that should count for something? How does your so-called baby brother have so much control over your actions?” “You think this is some joke, don’t you?” Nathan snapped suddenly, returning to the only way he knew how to get over matters – attack and bully. But he should have known better than to use that on Zayn.

her face turned to him, now with a questioning gaze. "that is my brother and his dead fiancee," pointing at their pictures. "I'm sure by now you can see the identical resemblance you both shared." she nods her head, giving me a go-ahead look to continue with the explanation. "they were both deeply in love, she was a singer. At their engagement party, a fan of hers shot her beside my brother. and since then, Nat has been psychologically impended. he refused treatment, and food and became aggressive towards anybody who wasn't his girl. I'm the only person he sometimes listens to and talk to. He believes his fiancee isn't dead but would come back to him." he paused, waiting for her to say somet

I don't know where I got the strength because for a moment, the feeling of hunger fled and all that coursed through my veins was unstable rage. "Just get me out of here" I added between my gritted teeth. "That won't be possible, M--" He held his breath sharply like he remembered something before continuing, "Sofia. You might have seen and heard something you shouldn't. I understand why my brother is doing this?.. " I didn't let him finish speaking before yelling my voice into the air, "No. You don't! He's a fvcking psycho, and even all the therapists in the world put together can never cure him"

As I hissed, he straightened up and looked completely shocked. But I was already standing near the door, ready to step out in case he tried to harm me. “You don’t work. You do nothing. I have seen Nikon waking up early every morning and going to bed late. How are you even his brother?” I taunted, hoping he’d finally decide to leave once he got a taste of some hostility. “Using my brother as a role model—you're really slow, huh? He should’ve shot you right in the middle of your forehead. You deserve it,” he shrugged, saying the most bitter things in the calmest way.

absolutely nothing. I gulped down the rest of my drink and poured myself another. As I took a sip, I finally spoke up. "Do you know that your brother is such a bitch?" I said out of nowhere. I don’t know why I am so hyped up to insult that man, thinking about it, he does deserve insults. "I mean not offense but how the hell are you guys even brothers? You are so sweet and nice but your brother; is just the complete opposite." I said

I asked because I needed to understand the situation I was getting myself into. “Yes, he is gay. He likes men. I have caught him screwing the ass of different men several times, but in public, he acts as if he is only interested in women,” he gritted out. “That’s weird,” I said softly. “He is not just weird; he is a sick individual who enjoys hurting other people, and he is good at hiding it. Most people think he is a nice guy and very disciplined, but trust me, he is not.” I looked at him and wondered if he heard himself. The way he talked about his brother was just as if he was talking about himself.

I placed both hands under my chin and blinked. He pursed his lips and shook his head. Letting out a breath, he said, “Who told you that you're cute? Have you ever looked in the mirror?” “Of course, and I love what I see every morning.” “Narcissistic.” “You taught me.” He rolled his eyes. “I didn't teach you to be this full of yourself.” “Hey, I'm just confident,” I said with a grin. “And confidence is attractive.” “Attractive?” He raised an eyebrow. “You're talking to your brother here. That's just weird.”

I don't know if he is really my brother or not, he only thinks about the stuffs that benefits himself without even considering others, which I think is rude. "You dare to tell me that once again Lexus, and you'll be doomed. I am telling you," I said, and my tone was consistently irritated the moment he reminded me about that. I don't want to overthink too much and that's why I am avoiding the things that will cause me hard. My brother was always been like that it's nothing serious. But this time, I just wish that he could just shut the f*ck up because it's clearly not helping me at all. It is rather giving me a headache.

"So if he is your brother I am sure you know that you're going to be attracting a lot of people who would try to befriend you because of what they perceive you can do for them such as putting a good word when there is an issue. Is that not correct?" I didn't want to change her perspective about a lot of things but honestly I didn't think I was ever going to put in a good word for any woman concerning this. Yet I nodded and acted like there was no problem. "You know what? Why don't I speak to my brother for a minute?" As soon as I stepped out of the corner, I bumped into Nate. "What are the odds?" "Don't flatter yourself. Why did you go about telling people that we are related?" He demanded f

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."