Narcissistic Mothers Novels & Stories

What a marvelous site to watch because I had already given up on her, thinking that she would not come to her senses anytime soon and it was going to be over for Jessica. My father was one to destroy anyone in his path as long as they three serve the purpose he put them there for. It was crazy how he expected that a mother was going to forget her own child because he asked her to do so. I knew that he was narcissistic but this took the cake. "You are getting on my nerves. We had this discussion in private but you are going to make a fool of yourself in the presence..."

“Well darling, teachers are trained on how to deal with children. They know better that the rest of us. Don’t worry about it. What are you watching?” I could not tell the child that her mother was a b!tch who only cared about herself. It seemed losing one child had not taught her to treasure life with the living one. Amy was going through what I had gone through growing up with a narcissistic sister. As a child it’s hard to understand and accept the realities of people’s characters.

My father for being the man that he was and being the reason that I lost my mother in the first place, or my mother was abandoning me while I was still a child and didn't understand the world. "I worry that I am going to turn out like my mother. When I was eight, I was what my mother called a problem child and she insisted that she couldn't cope, so she put me into care along with my brother. I don't know her reason for putting Nathan into care but I am sure it had something to do with both her gambling problem and her drinking problem," I instantly detected the underlying tones of bitterness and hatred as she spoke of her mother but, from the way she had taken Abby in her care and had vowed

"He broke my Chinese coffee maker." "We'll buy another one." "It was one of the expensive appliances, Cam." She exclaimed. "Let me punish him properly." "Mom..." I said, and she sighed soundly, closed her eyes, and stepped back. I sighed in relief when she sat back on her customized sofa, trying to control her fury. Unfortunately, my mother was mentally ill. She had anxiety, bipolar, and an eating disorder. She was feeling insecure, angry, and hurt every time she looked at herself. Maybe this quality I got from my mother.

She just didn't like being in the spotlight. Hearing this misunderstanding made Nicky come forward and approach his mother. He then asked his mother. "Mom. Where did you get the news that Alea is adopted?" Getting this question from her son made Nicky's mother surprised. "Well, weren't you the one who said that Alea was adopted?" Nicky massaged his temples. "Oh my God, Mom! You misunderstood. Maybe you misheard me that time." Nicky chuckled. Regretting his mother's out-of-place statement. What his mother said could have led to the perception of the people there that was not appropriate.

It kind of kicked me back a little. “Wow, when did you become so straight forward?” I asked, reeling back a little. “Don’t take it personally sis, I have a fuck tone of shit to do, and if my mum find’s out that you were out here, she will literally tear me a new asshole”. I snorted and laughed a little harder than I expect. I have never heard Nat speak like that. She is always so sweet and innocent, a little sarcastic and sometimes cheeky, but not so ‘Wham’ in your face.

If I killed her, then everybody else would be safe. This was my fight. Not anyone else's. I was finally going to make up for all my past deeds and do what I should have done all along. My mother was toxic. Cruel. Power hungry. A lethal combination. If she rose to power, if she had somebody backing her then she wouldn't stop until everybody she wanted was dead. Her wolf was strong, maybe stronger than mine, although if she did gain another wolf, not the one she had before, it might not be pure white like mine was.

Huffing a large sigh, he chafed, “Come on, Daphne! I’m trying here!” Daphne scoffed. “I don’t care, Maverick! I’m still not going back with a narcissistic guy like you, to your pathetic house, and especially to your horrendous mother!” His genteel eyes snapped to a livid nightmare. He snatched her shoulders, pushing her against the bark of the tree behind him, and forcibly grasping her skin in constriction. “Don’t you insult me or my mother like that?! You have no right to do that, bitch!” The edge of his mouth curved upward. “Mom is right. You’re just like your mother: a pathetic, gold-digger slut!”

Has always been, and that's something that attracts me to her. Girls had been always an fucking object for me, a play toy. Uh no no not that something happened in past or anything. My mother herself is a very respectable woman but the other women that came in my life were all whores. They were always ready to give themselves to me or any other rich man for their money. Bloody gold digger bitches! Nora will also show her true colours in some days and I am sure of it. She is poor and rich guys like me are their opportunity to become rich.