Narcissistic Novels & Stories

“Please, Ayann, forgive me, I reject my mate for you because I love you. You're mine, and the intimate moments between me and Emilio were driven by the mate bond. I don't love him. It's pure sexual, nothing less. Please believe Ayann. Don't leave me. You know how much I love you “ she cried hysterically. “ Charlotte, you're sick, you need therapy , you have a narcissistic personality disorder, you're a self-centred person who has an unreasonably high sense of his own importance, you need and seek too much attention, you want all people to focus on you , want people to only admire you, you don't care about the feelings of others, you take advantage of others, y

I ask, but of course he doesn't like that, he gives me a warning look, "Or you just want to have me stay faithful while you're free to sleep with whoever you want?" "Is there a name for that?" he asks, as if he's interested. Fucker. "It's called being a selfish narcissist," I mutter bitterly, he just grimaces, "We can leave that conversation for later... but I don't like the idea of you being with other people either, Jae. If you feel possessive of me, I feel ten times worse." "I don't think that's possible," he whispers, and kisses my lips before sliding closer to cuddle me. I sigh and let my body melt against his.

“See? Thαt wαs cαsuαl. Nothing else.” “Yeαh right‚” I teαsed. “Cαsuαl glαnces don’t come with blushing‚ Sαshα. Αdmit it.” “I’ll αdmit he’s the kind of guy every girl should αvoid‚” she shot bαck quickly‚ stomping hαrder on the plαtform. “He’s α nαrcissist‚ α cαsαnovα‚ α totαl commitment-phobe. He probαbly keeps α notebook of women’s nαmes αnd their fαvorite colors just to use them.”

… Sage had just gotten back to the office when Shane phoned her to summon her to his office. "You had lunch with Giselle?" asked Shane. He was sitting at his desk like he had nothing better to do, and he had his legs atop the desk. "Yeah. Is something the matter?" said Sage. "Don't tell me you shared with her some tips on how to chase after a guy?" joked Shane. Sage knew that he was indirectly teasing her about how she had once tried to win Ian's heart. She rolled her eyes and said, "Mr. Morrison, narcissism is a disorder. You should get treated for it. Giselle only wants to focus on her career now. She won't waste any more time on you."

“You say that, but then you come all the way here to make me feel guilty about what I did. Are you sure this is hate? And not one of your grand schemes to turn me into the caring, loving husband you always wanted?” She frowns at that. “You really are a narcissistic ass, aren’t you? You think the whole world practically revolves around you. So arrogant. I’d say I feel sorry for you, but then again, you seem to love yourself. So.” She shrugs. “And you think you’re any different?” I chuckle and place a kiss on her neck, feeling her heartbeat pulse under my mouth. “You always thought so highly of yourself. So damn confident that you could win me over, that you cou

If she mistakenly ran into her mum, she will definitely complain by interrogating her why she was naked. Being naked, that was the same old thing. She would pin it on her self-control issue and vow not to allow it to repeat. Obviously, to her, she did dislike self-control, but she had to control herself only that will her mum will be pleased, but it will jeopardize her dreams and none of her fantasy will come to reality.

"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."

“Nasha, please, forgive me. I am very sorry. Can’t you see that it was just a mere mistake!” The sound of the word “mere mistake” rumbled through her stomach like someone who was suffering from diarrhea. Then her furiousness sparked like fire as she struggled out from Richardson’s hands, and when she managed to let loose of his grip, she sent two resounding slaps to his face. And Richardson staggered aback as he covered his cheek with his two palms. Nasha had known Richardson to be a narcissist because of too many privileges that he received from being noble. Richardson Gregory is the son of a wealthy businessman and one of the top tiers in the states, also owes a lot of companies in the sta

The hum of the car engine almost drowned out his very silent words. “No, I just find him extremely annoying. He is very observant and knows just where to prick me to make me angry without knowing it. Most of the words that come out of his mouth are like a big contrast to my beliefs.” Nirvana had a thoughtful look as she stared ahead at the busy road in front of them. “I thought you would appreciate some semblance of opposition,” “I do, it just isn’t easy to admit that the other person is right. Like I said, I am narcissistic and egotistical. And talking about being observant, I think you are too.” Nirvana steered back the conversation to the man beside her.

"No, I don't have awakenings sadly. I've thought a lot since our first meeting, and I spent a lovely evening with you yesterday, so it hit me." "Hit you?" He hummed. "Yes. I realised that I wasn't treating you like the beautiful soul you are. I was treating you like a game that I have to win. And that's very wrong." Nate shook his head. "That's not how I make friends. You should know that I have a lot of friends because I excel at it." The omega turned to stare at him. "So you're a rich social butterfly slash football player with narcissistic tendencies? Good to know."