Narcissistic Novels & Stories

Transforming her into a version he desired. Submissive. Obedient. Dutiful. But he felt like he was missing something. He got what he wanted yet still there was this missing piece of the puzzle. He wasn't able to identify that missing piece. That one more thing he wanted in her. He went through every length his father couldn't go. He made her like anything but his mother. He stole her charisma, her personality so the thoughts, and the daring personality she had similar to his mother could evaporate from her.

I didn’t turn back once to see his reaction. I had not spoken with him for up to five minutes but I could already tell that he is an egoistic, narcissistic, pompous and arrogant Jerk. Who the hell did he think he was? He thought of himself as God’s gift to women. So presumptuous of him to think that I wanted to offer myself to him. The snobbish prick even called me Nadia. I was writing my article about him with or without an interview with him and I had a feeling that he wasn’t going to smile after reading what I had to say about his insolent ass.

I could tell by the look on his face. "I didn't let the blood of the innocent shed on my hand, Aria, unlike your father..." he said with a hidden meaning, "...he mercilessly kills people based on his liking." I doubt that. I wonder what is Nicholas's context of innocent. Prolly the babies. Because if we are only talking about shifters that he killed, it must be too many to count. "I never thought you were also a narcissist," I noted, shaking my head. Nicholas is such a package to possess all these characteristics of being manipulative, a liar, and a narcissist. He was utterly blessed to be someone else's curse.

“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.

He was seen at events to tease his ex-wife by using every whore available. I understood it in Patrick Jones; he never had a degree of decency in his life. He was a narcissistic man, with the superior complex of his and too good to mix with the rest. Patrick was the type who told himself that he deserved everything and that there wasn't a single thing in the world that he couldn't have. The fact that he arrived taken from a woman younger than his own daughter to an event was the way in which he shouted to the planet that he didn't give a shit about the opinion of others, because he didn't need anyone to get what he wanted. that he wanted.

Right now, he can only entrust his instinct and his sharp observation that he relied on so many years chasing that jerk. J is always alone. He preferred to sit alone rather than sitting in a crowded place. Because of his narcissistic personality, J always felt his standing and views is different from normal people. Rather than calling those people friends or acquaintances, it more precise to call them insignificant objects. J didn't regard normal people as human, but rather a toy to demean, to play, and to torture. Even he(Ryan) served as J's favorite toy, and not as a police officer that tried to apprehend him.

She then slowly moved her head back inside the car and slowly turned her gaze to Niel. "Did your parents live with you?" She doubted it actually. Niel was more like a billionaire that capable to take care of his life by himself. Niel shook his head. "My parents don't care about me," he said casually. "Why?" Haylee was somewhat surprised. Niel looked intensely into her eyes and leaned his face closer to her. "Because I am richer than them," he whispered slowly to her. He was a complete narcissist. He laughed a little when he saw the look on Haylee's face. She's completely wasn't expecting that.

My jaws clenched, “I've told you not to try to seduce me. I'm not interested in men and especially… not men like you! I hate your guts.” Rishabh lost his calm demeanor and his face darkened, “You sound like you have a lot against men like me which is rather absurd because men like me are the best kind of men you would ever find.” I chuckled bitterly, “Oh please. What makes you so special? You're just a weird man who's strangely attracted to people like him. That's narcissistic.” Rishabh scoffed, “On the contrary, I think it's you guys who are so narcissistic. Because there's no way you would sit down there and ASSUME I'm looking

" What does this man think of himself? I gave him a dirty look hating his smiling face more than anything. "I know you won't listen to me but here's a piece of advice anyways. Please stop being narcissistic because I will never sleep with a demon. I was under the impression that you're just an egocentric man but didn't know you are a pervert as well." He immediately looked at me fiercely with an offended look. His expression changing faster than my thoughts. "Pervert? I'm a pervert?"