Narcissistic Novels & Stories

I placed both hands under my chin and blinked. He pursed his lips and shook his head. Letting out a breath, he said, “Who told you that you're cute? Have you ever looked in the mirror?” “Of course, and I love what I see every morning.” “Narcissistic.” “You taught me.” He rolled his eyes. “I didn't teach you to be this full of yourself.” “Hey, I'm just confident,” I said with a grin. “And confidence is attractive.” “Attractive?” He raised an eyebrow. “You're talking to your brother here. That's just weird.”

"Do you have to get on my nerves, Giselle?" His resentment was as clear as day. Giselle, who knew him well, was aware that he must be really upset now. But that did not matter. It no longer had anything to do with her. She glanced lazily at him as she chuckled. "Jonathan, my dear nephew. I have no grudge against you, so why would I get on your nerves? "Narcissism is a disorder. You need to get that fixed." She had always been sharp-tongued. However, this personality of hers was not something Jonathan was familiar with.

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 ask him. He doesn't speak for a while. He thinks deeply but doesn't answer for a while and then speaks," His happiness isn't what I want. I want my children to be successful, to be on top and to win everyone out there in the crowd. And if he can't do that I cannot consider them as my children. How could they be incompetent while being my child," he says. I don't understand him. What is so wrong with this man? Why is he such a narcissistic kind of person? They are all his children and how can he be blinded by success, power and money to the extent that he cannot see anything in front of him except them?

There was a force of attraction that made my eyes feel engrossed in him but I had to ignore it because he has to understand that when I was around, I had the power and only me. I inched closer to his face 'You have to understand Narcissus when I'm around I want to do what I want with no one stopping me. And anyone who goes against me, tries to stop me and opposes me has no chance against me. You see your best friend over there was already beaten up but every time you restrict me from doing something, I'll get you back in ways you would never have thought.' Our faces were so close and he began talking 'Nemesis baby, you’re on MY Land, MY turf you don't have any-'

Grace said as Ebony sighed at her best friend’s hard questions. “Well for start; Konstantin is serious control freak. He likes everything in order, he reflective surfaces, he can never give a compliment for a job well done, he drives me crazy with specific demands that will require him there ninety percent of the time, he makes me redo a job if I make a mistake than to correct it, he gives me names according to my color, he doesn’t understand confidentiality and let’s not forget he likes pressing on my buttons when he states ‘I am the Law.’ Konstantin is a narcissistic control freak with high arrogance and a bastardly rich family.” Ebony complained without bre

Soheila would obviously know who will kill that ugly motherfucker, and she might get mad at him. "That guy is a fucking narcissist. Not in a joking way, okay? He's a real narcissist! He knew that he was ugly, however, when there was a girl that gave him attention at the market, he was smug and confident. When the girl was about to leave, he was mad. He took her arms by force! And asked her if she doesn't want him or if he was not good enough. He thought he is the first priority of that girl. Luna and I saved that girl and thanked us. However, that fucking ugly man knew us and wanted to have a duel with you."

He was oozing with sex appeal and gifted with a handsome face! Huh? Crap! He’s attracting me too much that my mind kept thinking weird things. What I was trying to point out was, he’s too gorgeous – one trait that a narcissist has. Don’t you think? He looks egoistic too! Judgmental much, Dawn? “Fierce and glorious, dazzling and intense. Just like the sunrise.” He continued and ended it with a smirk. “You’re not a kitten, you’re a lioness.” I simpered. “Let’s cut to the chase, Mr. Caleb. Why are you here?”

She looked up, eyes smoky where her makeup had run, and hair ruffled from the pillow. 'She really is hot looking, its’ just a shame about her personality,' he thought. "That was good," she said between puffs on her cigarette. "We should all do it again sometime." "You mean me, you, Carla and Dylan, right?" he asked, brows raised. "I think you're hot too, you know," she said. "But there's just something about Dylan, you know, some... quality I can't quite define." "It's called narcissistic personality disorder." Caleb snickered.

’ I am so sick of these vague statements he makes and even though I am engulfed in rage, I cannot back down when it comes to him. ‘Me? Narcissistic! … Ever looked in the fucking mirror, baby? I think you are the queen of narc! Ever the fucking victim when it comes to me, right?’ His tone matches the sarcasm in mine and his insult riles me back to fever pitch, yanking my arms out as I fly for him once more; a new wave of complete internal molten lava spewing forth. ‘You have a fucking nerve, calling me a narc. You have been a grade ‘A’ bastard since the first moment I laid eyes on you. You don’t know how to be anything except a prick of epic proportions. You’re