Narcissistic Novels & Stories

“Well, from what I remember of him, he always believed he was right. That his actions and words were justified. So, seeing him here, trying to behave himself, trying to appear… normal and sane- and doing a very poor job of it, I might I add - it makes me wonder. Deep down, in that place where he has buried his conscience and all sense of morality, does he know he is wrong? I mean, he has to, right? If he didn't, he wouldn't be pretending now, right?” “Don't think too much about him, To,” I tell her. “First of all, he is a narcissist and as such you thinking about him just fuels his unnaturally big ego and secondly, why would you be thinking about another man when I am standing right here? I

Nate was really an asshole and while he was been an asshole, he was also a narcissist. He wanted me to confirm he had said what he said so that he could make sure he passed his message across. Without thinking too much, I burst into a good laughter and I finally caught his face as I broke my laughter, his eyes held a distant sadness and I cleared my throat, forcing myself to go back to work. " I don't know what you want to hear from me, Nate Stuart, " I said, his full name causing wrinkles to form on his forehead. Good. " You said what you said, I heard what I heard, so what's this about? " I asked him and he sighed.

Ross assured and they backed off but tears brimmed in Mrs Anderson's eyes. “Has it really gotten to this son? I have been waiting the entire day to see you but I couldn't even get access to MY…our company. I never realized how intoxicating or controlling I was. I don't want things to be like this, I hate this and the entire world hates me just as well. Now, I'm trending everywhere with people referring to me as a narcissist. and that's not who I am.” She rambled with her heart heavy from all the commotion of the day. Ross roared up in laughter, “You're not a narcissistic? Really?” He questioned rhetorically.

“Thankfully, he is so narcistic he probably won’t put much thought into it.” My mom shook her head. “That is where you are wrong, baby. Because he is so narcistic, he will focus on today, going over it repeatedly.” She tied up the bag and I said a silent goodbye to all of my favourites. “You turned him down, and now he has to figure out why a she-wolf would do that. He has gone his entire life thinking he was the goddess’s gift to all the she-wolves in this pack and now the one he truly wanted, doesn’t want him.” “He slept with every girl that is of age in this pack.” I pointed out, and my mother nodded.

I was hoping that manipulating him would let him leave me alone. “You're joking with me right?” Nicholas questioned me. “I had my guards turn this whole pack upside down and we could not find you. Where were you hiding? I'm your husband. I own you! I have the right to question you of your whereabouts. I don't care if you were crying or not!” My eyes widened when Nicholas said those words. I always knew he was full of himself but I didn't know that his narcissistic traits were this terrible. He was slowly revealing himself to me.

"That's Liam's cup of tea. The most important thing is that I am free." The selfishness inherent in his words was breathtaking in its scope. He had reduced Liam's entire future to a minor inconvenience, something that was unfortunate but ultimately irrelevant compared to his own needs. The casual way he dismissed years of hard work, natural talent, and carefully laid plans as merely "Liam's cup of tea" revealed a level of narcissism that was almost sociopathic in its completeness.

As Emily absorbed this insight, she couldn't help but query further, "But why the constant need for affirmation? What drives him to seek praise relentlessly?" Nash, now fully engaged in the conversation, took a moment to consider his response. "It's a complex interplay of factors. Lukas, from a young age, learned that garnering praise equated to a sense of validation and accomplishment. It became a coping mechanism, a way for him to navigate challenges and uncertainties. Over time, this behavior ingrained itself, creating a cycle where the more praise he received, the more secure and validated he felt," Nash elucidated, revealing layers to Lukas's psyche that went beyond mere vanity.

Enzo said as he blinked at me. "What isn't appropriate?" "Kissing me," Enzo replied with a straight face. I couldn't resist the urge to roll my eyes at him. "Enzo, narcissism is a type of disorder." Enzo pointed at himself and stammered, "Weren't you trying to tiptoe and lean over to kiss me just now?" Oh my god! What the hell is going on in that head of his?! "Of course not!" I then told him about my encounter with Peter before this.

“Now that I think about it, why would you even ignore me? There is no reason for you to do that since we don't even know each other. Miss Deluca, my ego was hit since I am used to women fawning over me. It was just my narcissism coming out.” Roseanne could not say anything to him. It was truly his narcissistic personality that was making him feel this. “Okay,” Roseanne said. “I will take my leave.” “I apologise for my behaviour,” Nicholas said. Roseanne just nodded her head and left. A few minutes later, Nicholas left the cafe after having one more coffee and reading a few pages of a book. Roseanne blamed his unusual behaviour on his n