Narcissistic Brother Novels & Stories

"Wanna hear something? Your brother got mad at me twice today,When I tell my colleagues about his mood swing and how I cooed him they seem to think I'm desperate,they say I'm scared to lose a big shot but I am not,maybe because I never thought of him like that..." "...He's my man,my boyfriend,Ned is a different kind of guy,much different,he doesn't get mad at you because he's a jerk,he does because there's so much pressure on him" "That's crazy" "Yeah Stuart,my relationship with your brother is weird,he comes to our penthouse with a large eyebag and the second I usher him in he falls asleep like the dead and I have to try to understand because I know this guy personality before I got into it

My company is gone, my brother is dead and my life is at the verge of a disaster, I'm not sure if I'll be able to pick up the pieces. After I was done dressing, I put on my shirt and pants beg grabbing my car key I've spent days sulking and crying over my late brother. I needed to drink to clear my mind. Just before I could step out, I received a phone call from someone I never expected . James, a narcissist, who often compares me with Collin. He's a business manager and someone I detest because of his condensing tone and belittling comments “What is it! I thought I had blocked you!” I spat, my voice filled with rage…

“I said I am not doing it. I want out. I will not go to Edwin and Co. just to secure a girl for you to make easy riches off her. He moved toward me and stood toe to toe with me – even though he is my elder brother we stood at the same height. “Carol, Dez?” They didn’t need him to say anymore before making their quiet exit from the room. I thought he was going to hit me again and I was ready to stand and fight even if it costs my life. My brother, the brother who used to be my best friend as a kid has become a monster. I watched his decline for years and prayed that he would retrace his steps but it looks to me that all that’s left now is for him to sprout horns and a tail to become the devil

"Brother, there's nothing you can think of that I can't do. Your little brother is a genius. I have access to all these companies' accounts and can send a lot of information with just one click." Mark watched his younger brother start to become narcissistic again. He couldn't help but remind him, "Little Tod, narcissism is a disease." Little Tod blinked his big eyes at his brother. Why hadn't he explained this to him clearly yet? "Brother, I've already said it's strength, strength, strength! Three times for emphasis." Mark angrily wiped his face. "Little Tod, your spit landed on my face." He seriously wiped his little face. Little Tod was horrified. Would he really do something so disgusting

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."

Everything about him was a performance, a carefully constructed image designed to intimidate and provoke. "Long time no see, brother!" Nico said, his voice dripping with the kind of sarcasm that could strip paint off walls. The word 'brother' came out twisted, mocking, and loaded with years of resentment and rivalry. "Brother?" I scoffed, letting my contempt show plainly on my face. The audacity of this guy never ceased to amaze me. "You must have forgotten that your mama never gave birth to anyone after you. Last I checked, we don't share blood, and we damn sure don't share respect."

He wipes a tear with his finger and I roll my eyes. Drama king. "I know most of you think I hate my brother," he continues , "but I don't. Infact, my fight with him at my engagement party was because of her." I frown. Where is this headed? He stares into the camera, "Sara Jane is a manipulative liar and schemer and today I come out to free myself from her treacherous web and also pull the wool from my brother's eyes. Today," He pauses. "I come out to say that she," his eyes bores into the camera, peering at me like he was there with me in the room.

I ask him, crossing my arms. All i wanted was to go for a fucking run, i didn’t realise that MR drama queen would literally rip someone's heart out because they shook my hand. He's hot, but he’s kind of pathetic too, who the fuck even does that? “So, you are the one my brother is so hung up on.” He says with a smirk, “I can see why.” Brother? Well, shit. This can’t be good. I scoff, leaning back on the scratchy mattress, “Yeah, me too, it’s because he’s a sociopath.”

And vaguely familiar in a way that made my stomach turn over. Then he stepped under the chandelier, and the light hit his face. The sharp jaw. The scar cutting through his left eyebrow. Those cold, flat green eyes scanning the room like he owned every person in it. My champagne glass nearly slipped from my hand. "No." "What?" Holly leaned in, smelling blood. "That's Liam." The name tasted like battery acid. "That's my brother." Holly blinked. "Your brother? The one in Europe? The disaster?" "He's not supposed to be here." My voice came out strangled. "He's supposed to be gone. I thought mother paid him to stay gone."

“Fine, get him in the shower, we need to talk I want to get to the bottom of the casino robbery. So far it looks like you, Dario are the one who stole from me and I want the name of the man who was with you. We will deal with him later.” “Oh, fuck off, Nico. I didn’t steal any of your precious fucking money.” He spits out at me. I could punch him in the face right now, instead I fist my hands by my side. Hitting my brother is not something I do anymore, I hit him once so hard I broke his nose. It was ten years ago, I was younger in my twenties, he was off his head on all sorts of drugs, he was lippy, I was young, angry and unable to contain my temper when he pushed my buttons too far. I’ve n