Novel & Cerita Narcissistic Mothers

There’s no winning with her because she’s completely insane. All you have to do is stand your ground, present the facts, and hopefully get away from her. There’s no reasoning with a narcissistic psychopath. “Why you would do all these things? Is it just for the money? We could have worked it all out,” I said. “You are so naive, so weak…” mother sneered. “Nothing in this life is as easy as that.”

“She is a narcissist. She doesn’t give a damn about you. She loves to control you and keep you under her fingertips. Your happiness means nothing to her.” “Dad, do not say that!” Hailey cried as she held Lovelyn’s hands. “Mum has suffered so much for me. While you drown yourself in alcohol, she has always been by my side listening to my stories. I understand that she might be extra at times, but it’s for my own good. That’s all. My mum would never harm me.” “Why don’t you stay with Naya for a week and understand what having a real mother feels like?” Brett asked Hailey as he threw Lovelyn a dirty look.

"Your mother was nothing but a cheap whore who couldn't keep her nasty hands off your father, my husband. And it’s a good thing karma finally took its course by giving her what she truly deserved....which was death." The breath caught in my throat, not from fear, but from a blinding, protective rage. Cheap whore? Deserved death? This woman, whom I knew to be a narcissistic, cold hearted monster, was standing here spitting venom on a woman she possibly drove to her grave, a woman who couldn't defend herself, a woman who was my mother. All the carefully constructed walls of my composure, the years of practice holding back the snarky retort, the angry gesture, and the furious outburst, instantl

My mother had decided that—rather than accept I had woken up and realized that our dynamic was fucking unhealthy and Jessa deserved better—Jessa had threatened and brainwashed me to turn against her. It was one of the reasons why I was avoiding going home. It was my house, I was the one who owned it as the Alpha, but I was finding it difficult to kick out my narcissistic mother. I’d brought it up a few times, and she made me feel like a bastard just to think about it. Where would she go? Why did I want to make my own mother homeless? “Smile,” Jessa told me. I shook off the weights and smiled at Benson. He stared back at me with those serious eyes before starting to squirm, then suddenly grin

Ember rolled her eyes at his question. "What? Of course I do."She said. Axle looked at her. "Really?"He asked. "Yes, and that's exactly what my mother is."She said. "Why do you think that she is a narcissist? I know that she'sselfish but do you really have to call her that?"He asked. "What should I call her? A bitch?"Ember asked.

They are not as strong as us, physically and mentally they are very inferior, while they are so weak and narcissistic that they are only fit to be our slaves ‘ Before Caspian could ask what that meant Tegan turned to him and said impatiently, ‘Narcissistic means they only think of themselves, Caspian, you should know that because it sums up your father in one word. ’ Caspian frowned, he liked to have the last word and he hated it when she insulted his father even though he agreed with her,

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?"

Tristan said. “I can’t fucking calm down. How could they do this to her? How could they use her memory as bait?” I yelled. “Because they are narcissistic assholes. That’s why.” He says. “Yeah. No kidding.” I said. And he got up and held my hands to stop me from pacing. “Everything will be alright. If they want to prove that it’s your mother then you can demand that she comes here. And you can see for yourself.” He says.

Was that why he was so furious? Her fingers trembled as she reached for her phone, wanting to place a call to her mother but she couldn't find the courage to do so. She needed comfort from someone, she needed support and someone who can stand by her at a vulnerable time like this. And that person was no one else but her mother. Her mom knew about her involvement in Scarlett’s abduction. She knew she was the mastermind behind it. She'd always been supporting her actions and her plans just to see her happy. Her mom had always spoiled her right from childhood. She'd threaten anyone who dared to correct her daughter. She's never raised her hand on her before or yelled at her face. Whenever Jasmi

"You never wanted a daughter. You wanted a puppet who would obey your every command, get perfect grades, and make you look good in front of everyone. "Elsa didn't die today. You destroyed her long before this, when you tried to turn her into your idea of perfection." … The livestream exploded with comments. "Oh gosh, this mother is terrifying. How could she control her own daughter like that?" "Poor kid. Thank heavens I never bought into that brainwashing nonsense. If I'd done this to my child, I'd never forgive myself." "Her daughter died, and she didn't even notice. What kind of mother is that?"