Narcissistic Novels & Stories

Nancy smiled and looked at him from the corner of her eye. Alex reached out and hugged her. "Even if I have a mental illness, I am not afraid. You will not run away from me like Shuxuan did." Nancy pursed her lips and smiled, "That is not necessarily true. What if I really run away one day?" "No, you are unwilling to let me lose control." "Narcissist." "No need to be narcissistic. With you here, I'm still confident in this." Nancy suddenly stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. "Indeed, you do not need to be Narcissist because you have already eaten me to death and I am still willing."

My heart seethed with loathing for him, a deep-rooted detestation that consumed me. He was a master of deception, a pathological liar who reveled in his falsehoods. His narcissism knew no bounds; it was as if he lived in a grandiose world of his own making. Every word he uttered was laced with self-praise, every action he took was an opportunity to glorify himself. Yet, he was blind to the distinction between good and evil.

I felt his skilled fingers travel up and down my spine and his motive was crystal clear. "Are you kidding me Demetrius?" I pushed at his chest so hard that his arms immediately left my waist. "Sophia, what's wrong?" He stared at me with wide eyes and I felt like slapping him for being so foolish. "You! You are what's wrong." I pointed an accusing finger at his chest and poked it a few times for good measure. "You and your overbearing, controlling attitude, it drives me nuts, you're too busy trying to be alpha male that you can't see how much your hurting me in the process!"

"Brother, there's nothing you can think of that I can't do. Your little brother is a genius. I have access to all these companies' accounts and can send a lot of information with just one click." Mark watched his younger brother start to become narcissistic again. He couldn't help but remind him, "Little Tod, narcissism is a disease." Little Tod blinked his big eyes at his brother. Why hadn't he explained this to him clearly yet? "Brother, I've already said it's strength, strength, strength! Three times for emphasis." Mark angrily wiped his face. "Little Tod, your spit landed on my face." He seriously wiped his little face. Little Tod was horrified. Would he r

He really can't imagine Niccoli being daring as that. "Nonsense! Did you just hit your head somewhere? Stop spouting lies? Why would I even flirt with you??? You're not my type! For your information!" I'd rather hang myself in a tomato tree than to flirt with a girl like you! Narcissist! "Shut up!!!!! Hold your tongue. Let's talk about it later, after the competition."

I cried out in pain. He pulled me by my hairs and brought me closer to him. He grabbed me from behind and cupped my face. "Humans or wolves, angels or devils, no one could ever resist my charms, my power, my beauty. You think you can get away so easily? After all these years, I finally found the one who can make me surpass my own charms, I could never think that anyone could ever make me feel like this, anyone would ever be able to make me interested in them, because I was so full of myself. I never thought anyone could ever fulfill my standards. How can you even think of rejecting me? I am an alpha. I didn't ask for your opinion. If an alpha wants something, he gets it. A mere wolf like you

Vada noticed how Karen flinched when the crowd cleared a path to make way for the man behind the voice. "Oh no, that's Jeff Harold, the poker fingered lord." she whispered to Vada who will be risking her money for the game. "I don't understand those terms Karen, explain." Vada whispered as she scrutinized the so-called poker fingered dude that got the once proud Karen to whimper like a freezing puppy, he was sitting down comfortably as he had three lady whores at his disposal, one massaging his shoulders while the other was kneeling between his thighs, giving him a blow job and the last was counting his money and dusting his draught pieces. He had a dim looking eyes, obviously getting to his

"Seems like you can't get enough of me. I mean, I know I'm hot and damn good in bed," Dexter remarks with an arrogant smile, his voice dripping with conceit. It seemed that narcissism was a common trait among Blaze and his acquaintances. Astrid couldn't help but label him a man whore in her mind. Rolling her eyes at his self-assured demeanor, Astrid retorts, "Oh, absolutely. You've had numerous women to train with. I've heard you're practically a Casanova."

I say and give up. "Nasty ass."

he said quite teasingly as he took a seat beside me. He was drawing much closer than he normally would and that had me thinking about what had happened to us not being a real couple all of a sudden. But I wasn't going to say a thing just yet. “Well… I'm not that narcissistic…” I spoke up in my defense. “Though I love to stare at myself in the mirror for long periods and take note of all my good features and think of reasons why any man in his right senses wouldn't want to have me. But then, I'm not a narcissist. That word is just too extreme to describe me….”