Narcissistic Novels & Stories

“That is the closest you can get. The bitch is narcissistic. Never in his life dare him to injure himself.” This time, he groaned in agreement. “I’ve met him… twice. The bitch is a century old but as nasty as ever. That old geezer." If so, her assessment was accurate and real. Only people who had met him knew his attitude. He was narcissistic and a son of bitch. Giving zero fuck and loved to raise the stake if something fall in his favor. He was also an opportunist. The toenail that he forcefully swallowed was given because he was in a good mood. It was by chance.

I smirked. "Really?" Nate laughed. "And who might that be?" "There is... someone," I said, starting to get nervous. "You don't know him," "That's fine," Nate smiled. "He knows me, so let me meet him," "He doesn't know you either," "Darling," he took a step closer. "Everyone knows me," Pfft! What a jerk! Narcissist! Self-absorbed prick! I rolled my eyes, desperately wanting to punch him in the face and make a run for it.

His narcissism is something that rarely came out except every time. Nate refused to make eye contact with me. He had asked of how my first day went and I answered in a way signifying I didn’t want to be asked any further questions. He couldn’t shake off the growing feeling he had towards me…a feeling he couldn’t give a name to or designate a reason to. Concern? Care? Sympathy? Understanding? Desire?

The sun crept over the horizon like an egg yolk covering an orange slice; it shone resplendent on the softly shaded windows around him. "All you can do is sing it, baby," Derek sang as he laid back on his plush sofa and felt joy rising inside him like a bubble. His sitting room smelled like a commodity market. Expensive perfumes and body spray filled his sitting room. After a short while, he rose and picked up a mop from where it was neatly placed by him. Close to the door of his bathroom. "obsessive-compulsive disorder" he could never forget what the Mexican doctor said to him and it was as though his condition increased when he gained more knowledge about it.

"But, I notice something.” “Something what?” Dianne worried again. “I'm always handsome in every photo posted." Nicolas grinned innocently. Diane rolled her eyes. Even though this man has amnesia, it turns out that his narcissism cannot be lost. Irritating. "Dianne, if I had a company that big, I should have a few close associates taking care of me, don't you think?" asked Nicolas using his logic. Diane nodded. "Yes, you have a close friend who is the deputy director."

So I guess, it's pretty normal why she became like that. "Oh dear, don't get ahead of yourself, sweetheart! You know, no matter what you do, mommy's still above you," she chuckles softly. This is the problem. People with narcissistic personality may lack the ability to care or understand the feelings of others. I don't hate her because of this, nor like her. It's just… her grin irks me! Look at that grin! She's obviously looking down at me! "Ha.." I sighed, "What makes you think that you're above me, mother?" I can't deny that, that narcissistic personality of hers, started to grow in myself, so the feeling is mutual.

The close proximity making me uncomfortable and so I showed my discomfort by trying to wiggle my way out of his hold but he just held my hands even more firmly, backing me into a wall. “You don't even want to look at me, but you're laughing and so excited with my guards?” He whisper yelled, looking at me like he could not believe that I would prefer anyone else over him. Is this what a narsisist looked or acted like? Because I had not even one reason why I should prefer him to anyone else. My stupid mind tried to give me several reasons why he should actually be my preferred person but I shut it out. “Talk to me god damn it!” He roared and ran a hand through his hair. He looked very frustrat

I redirect my gaze to him and reply, "He's not my weakness. And no, I can't deal with the idea of him getting hurt. He's my friend, and I care about his safety. A psychopathic, selfish, self-centered narcissist like you wouldn't understand what it feels like to care about someone since you obviously only care about yourself." He smiles at the derogatory names I just called him, not a hint of anger in his eyes over the insults. With him, I'm not even sure he'd register those words as insults. He's crazy enough to take them as compliments. Carl nods with a smug smirk. "You're right, I do care about myself more than anything in this world. I'm selfish and self-centered because I'm my number one

Hanna said softly under her breathe, her eyes wondered down to the plate. "Is something wrong?" I asked, she was perfectly fine a minute ago and now she looked sad. "Yeah, I just really hate narcissists." She said "Oh, why so? Other than the obvious reason that they are assholes." I said, I wasn't completely sure I didn't make the cut for her definition of a narcissist though. I was a man who loved himself and knew his position, about others, that wasn't narcissism, right? "My ex was the most narcissistic man I ever met, couldn't fathom the thought that he wasn't the center of the universe." She said disdainfully.

I could see her trying to process it, but I didn’t stop. “He’s a narcissist, Pay. Always has been. Everything has to be on his terms. He avoids anything that looks like responsibility. I once brought up marriage, and do you know what he said?” I changed my tone to mimic his voice, “‘Oh, Nella… we can live happily ever after without marriage or kids.’” I rolled my eyes. “Every damn time, he twisted things. Controlled me. Gaslit me.” I paused. “Do you want to know what he got me for my last birthday? A nude portrait of me. Framed. Hung in a museum. A museum.”