Narcissistic Mothers Novels & Stories

He dragged my mother back home to Palm Beach, and then she heard of my father's demise four months later. Grandma said my mother lost a piece of herself on that day. Now she was a materialistic zombie. She cared for nothing or no one but herself. Money and power were what she worshipped. I did not hate her, but I did not love her either. She did not hurt me physically, but she did so mentally. She would turn a blind eye whenever Sinister would beat me. What kind of mother did that?

She could tell that something was bothering him, and although she could guess what it was, she wanted him to say it out loud and get it out of his system. “Why the long face?” She asked him. He sighed. “I’m just trying to get over the fact that my father was a narcissist who spent all those years manipulating me and making me hate my mother who has turned out to be the real victim all along. I feel so stupid.”

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

she asked, her eyes sharp in irritation. “I didn't ask you to run away. You just assumed it. Your ego and pitiful power appetite needed to be filled, and like a spoiled child, you thought you could be without your mother's hand.” I exhaled sharply. I absolutely hated it when she made me feel like I was nothing without her. That was how manipulative my mother could be. You'd think she couldn't hurt a fly on first account, but you were in for the deepest hole of your life. She manipulated everyone around her and bent them to a breaking point just for her will and pleasure. Even my late father, the Alpha, wasn't exempted.

"I didn't expect that there would be so many disgusting things happening in a rich and powerful family! Nancy is pitiful and hateful..." "The most hateful person is still her mother. She's too selfish. She abandoned her daughters and eloped! She left her daughters to die! Nancy was vicious, but she was also pitiful. It's said that Oliver raped her when she was younger and also abused her! I also heard that she had a miscarriage. That girl is really unfortunate. No wonder her personality is so twisted, and she's so vicious!"

Nancy sneered at Eva. "Now don't try to act all innocent. Don't tell me you don't know how much my mother loves you. You are the perfect daughter she always wanted. She never fails to compare me with you in every way. The way you dress, the way you talk, the way you behave, every single thing you do is perfect. But she always finds faults with everything I do. She always compare me with you. She never fails to remind me that you are perfect and I am not. That's why I hate you. I hate you because my mother loves you. I hate you because you are the woman whom the famous Damien Bishop used to love once. I am jealous. I am jealous because you are who you are. I want you to suffer. I want to rip

“So she was acting on her own? All those things she did, especially to you...” “Yeah,” Niko spits out, his voice boiling with anger. “She was a predator in her own right. And some bastard used her actions against her. But make no mistake, she wasn’t some puppet. She was the puppeteer in her own twisted show.” A chilling realization dawns on me. Our mother, a woman I had tried to understand, even finding excuses, was far more sinister than we had ever imagined. “It’s fucked up, Niko,” I say, struggling to process this new, horrifying image of our mother.

A narcissistic mother can do that to a person—make you feel like you’re responsible for their happiness, for keeping everything together. I felt a pang of sympathy for her. People like Rachael, with their kind hearts and natural caretaking tendencies, often drew the worst kinds of people. They drained her dry, just as Jack had. That man didn’t deserve a shred of the love she gave him. He didn’t love her; he kept her around to care for him, to feed his ego. And when he found someone else, he discarded her like yesterday’s news. That thought infuriated me.

Rachael didn't even know what she was thinking, but she acted quickly. "Just come look at yourself in the mirror," Rachael said, pretending as though the situation weren't weird, "You need to see how perfect you are. You need to realize how pretty you are so you can put this behind you." Rachael was appealing to her mother's sense of narcissism, which was always a good bet. Reluctantly, her mother returned to the spot in front of the mirror and took her hands off of her breasts and looked at herself. Rachael got behind her and smiled.

"After everything I just told you, how can you say that you are NOT the best person to help me here?" Kevin slumped in his chair, his body getting tired from the sheer psychological tension he'd been feeling. He pressed fingers to his temples, took a deep breath, and tried to actually comprehend, for real, just what a weird situation he has found himself in. His mother -- his super hot, sexy, drop-dead gorgeous mother -- confessed to him that she had an exceedingly high libido. Kevin has heard the word 'nymphomaniac' once or twice, and it would seem that the term could apply to his mom more or less perfectly.