Novel & Cerita Narcissistic Mothers

“I’ll cook and clean for you. Whatever you want.” “Now you’re trying to bribe me.” “I’ll do whatever you want. Just let me stay here.” “Why am I not surprised? Every time I think you might change, you prove to be the same manipulative, narcissistic woman I grew up with. I feel really disappointed at myself. I almost believed you started caring about me. Guess I played myself.” I wished I could have a responsible mother like other people. There were mothers who lived to make positive differences in the lives of their children. But mine was always finding new ways to ruin the life of her only child.

“And that's because your mother is not our father's true mate, mine is! Your mother seduced our father. She turned him against my mother and I. Your mother is a homewrecker!” “My mother is a strong woman who knows what she wants and goes for it. She is a goal getter unlike your mother who's a pussy. She can't fight to keep what's hers and you're just like her! Ashanti I won't stop until I send you under! Until I make you less than nothing, just like my mum did yours. You'll be nothing but trash and people will trample all over you and you'll have no voice to object!”

All those years, every time the system marked my failures… It was because her software was nothing more than a ridiculous, flawed piece of code. I had tried so hard to do everything right. However, she would rather believe the judgment of a machine than look at me with her own eyes and see whether I had truly tried. To her, every explanation I gave was just proof that I was being lazy. So, again and again, she pushed me closer to my end. "No!" My mom grabbed her hair and screamed. She suddenly rushed forward, trying to smash the phone. "This thing shouldn't exist in the world! It's the source of everything that went wrong. It must be destroyed!"

“What turned her into this? The Nina I knew would never—” “The Nina you knew was a lie,” Mother cut in, her voice razor-sharp with truth. “Everything about her was a lie. She played you like a puppet, and you’re still dancing on her strings.” She stepped closer, her eyes boring into mine. “She never loved you, son, and I wonder why you still think everything in front of you is a lie. No one is framing her. You heard her yourself. She wanted power. She wanted to be the Luna, and you can never give her that.”

“Mother, you can't do this. Father and brother would be mad if they found out.” That seemed to work as Nary turned head first before making her way back to her. “I do not care about the both of them. They left right? I do not give a damn about them.” Her tone softened. “I only care about you, my dear. Only you. Because we are so much alike. You are just like me.” “No, I'm not. I'm not a crazy manipu…” *Pa* Her words were cut off with a slap from her mother causing her long ginger-colored hair to fall on her face. She quickly clamped her mouth shut as she gritted her teeth in pain from the hit.

“I do, yes. But not for the same reasons. Newly lit anger flared fiercely inside my chest. I’ve always been fond of Uncle Lucas, even though he can be annoying as shit sometimes, but right now he was pissing me off. “Mind enlightening me as to what your reasons are?” He stepped closer, not caring that I was close to combusting with anger, putting him in the line of fire. “You are a lot of things, Nico. But you are not the ruthless monster your mother is trying to turn you into.” I recoiled. “My mother?” “Yes, your mother. She has poisoned you with her hate, infected you with her need for revenge. All this anger, this rage, and need for retaliation you’re feeling isn’t yours. It’s hers.”

I hate her. Hate my cursed luck for having such a sociopathic, narcissistic, selfish and manipulative human as my mother.

"But you came back to me." "You're just unbelievable, Levi." "You're mated to me. That's for life." I said. I watched the admirers behind her lose interest and drift away. Mission accomplished. "Thanks for rescuing me. My hero." I said. "You're ridiculous," she giggled. Yeah, but she was looking at me. So did I really lose here? She looked too good. Too calm. Too perfect in the sun. To think my mother was worried about her optics. Mom liked Nyx politically but not as a person. That much was obvious to me. Nyx couldn't be controlled. Nyx didn't play the role of the obedient pawn. And my mother didn't like anything she couldn't manipulate.

My ear rings and I can't make sense of what I'm hearing right now. Of all the things he could choose to be, a narcissist? To play the victim. So what if Hunter's richer? He really isn't worth it. I can't believe I cried over a scum like him. I glare at him, stewing. But then I hear it. “You're just like your mother— selfish and a gold-digging bitch. How much did he pay you—,” I don't think, not for a second. I don't even know how I did it but I do.

My mother rambles on about how her fiancé is hard working and well off, that they have big plans for the wedding, she tells me that all the aunts are helping with the details of the engagement party. I'm impressed with how quickly they are getting things done, I'd wait a little longer to be sure what I'm doing, but Rebecca has always been rash, and since I'm sure her only intent is to rub her fiancé in our family's face, it makes sense that she's rushing things. My mother always turned a blind eye to certain kinds of things only because they involved family members, especially Rebecca's narcissistic and manipulative behaviors.