Narcissistic Mothers Novels & Stories

I implore strenuously, prompted by a sudden sense of pity towards her. A deep V forms on her brow as she stares daggers at me. “Don’t compare me to my mother. My mother was an egotistical, elitist cunt who was so obsessed with power and the idea of being worshipped that she saw herself as infallible, and it ultimately put her exactly where she belongs,” she argues acerbically.

I really couldn't love my mother in the photo. In my memory,my mother liked shopping, from luxury goods to all kinds of accessories. She was a real shopaholic. In fact, she didn't care much about me and my father. In my memory, my mother would only blame my father for his incompetence and unable to satisfy her shopping desires. My mother was very beautiful, and to a large extent, my appearance was inherited from her, but my personality was not. My father resigned and then startup a company under my mother's shopping desire, but the business of the company was not growing as fast as those of the others. At that time, mu mother would only blame my father for his lack of connections and she had

What did he do wrong? "Were you good to my mom though? I was only seven then but don't think I don't know about anything! My mom really gave her heart to you!" Nadia complained. She really hated her father's habit of fooling around. But he is her father. What can she do? Many times, so many women had tried to use her to get to her father. They'd be nice to her, trying hard to play the role of her step mother during the time that thier relationship with her father lasted. Such behaviour really disgusted Nadia. She only has one mother. Those women really made her want to vomit when they called her thier daughter.

—He's at the house finishing his homework. My mother who goes by the name Nixa is a tireless woman the story of my father and she is drastic at first mom hated my father you could say that they even hated each other to death, they were two betas formed with their training fully completed, my mother at that time daughter of the elder elder and my father son of the Alpha leader of all Chimeras.

She can’t pretend with me this way. Right now, she wants to punish me for daring to turn the finger back on her about my childhood. My mother is a narcissistic person, clear to me like a flash of light as I take in her familiar pose and expression, deadpan blankness. “Actually, I’m here to tell you my news.” I push down the chaotic feelings threatening to override my courage, a wave of nausea washes over me; tadpole’s instincts at knowing something is wrong with me. I nod toward the chair in front of her desk looking for permission to sit despite already having it. She frowns at me, annoyed because of my ignorance to her request before, yet obliges and nods toward the chair opposite her desk

It was as if my problems with Luciano weren't going to be over anytime soon because my mother-in-law had her invited to my house _ Vivan dean; my husband's supposed friend who isn't his mistress.. My mom begged me to control myself and I only did that because I was pregnant, I would not want to do something stupid and that leads to me loosing my unborn child... "Hey! You good, please don't kill her?".. Shortly after my mom left, Luciano's Mom came and told me the same thing. I cannot believe they would imagine that I'll kill her : even though I want that so bad..

I am in the house I spent my entire adult life building a multi-billion dollar wall against. "I am not leaving this property," she screams, though the sound fractures into a weak, pathetic screech. "I came here to show your father the results. I lost the weight, Orland. Look at me!" It is the same tragic, toxic loop. She looks like a shell of human. All bones and air. So painfully skinny. I hold no personal bias against natural body variations, but watching a woman intentionally destroy her physical health to satisfy the psychological whim of a narcissist makes my blood run cold.

Celeste’s POV The thing I had noticed about mother and Nancy is that while mother loved her daughter very much, she wouldn't hesitate to throw her under the bus to save herself. The perfect kind of karma. “Mother, how could…how could you tell me to do that after all she did to me? Is something wrong?” It seemed to set in then, even with all her silly, pretentious acting, that mother wasn't playing with her. “How can you pick her over me? You're on her side now?”

He charmed and entertained her so much, she looked at him like a mischievous son — the kind you can smack upside the head and then hug tenderly a moment later. And frankly, Nazar loved that kind of treatment. Maybe, on some unconscious level, he saw a fragment of his late mother in mine. She’s incredibly warm, unbelievably kind, so loving it hurts. As soon as she walked in, she started calling the older twins “my sons.” Ah, my sweet, naive, soft-hearted mom…

"Don't cry on me mother. Fine,if you want this so bad then i'll go,for you." My mother is the only peron who can turn me soft, another person was close to achieving the same but instead, she cemented my fucking walls back up. But the problem is i can't seem to forget about her. I'm beginning to be obsessed with her,one taste,one taste is all it too for me to crave for another and another. I want to take and take until there's nothing left for anybody ,I want to ruin her,paint her with my fucking cum like a canvas,I want to leave my scent on her skin so that any bloody wanker stays away from her.