Narcissistic Novels & Stories

“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

“How is that normal?!” He narrowed his eyes slightly. Then suddenly… He laughed. This time clearly. Soft, low, but real. Iris became even more confused. “What’s so funny?!” He leaned slightly toward her. His eyes darkened under the room’s light. “My dear…” She held her breath for a moment. “…I am of the Nimras.” She blinked several times. “…Of what?” A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. As if he was enjoying her reaction.

well a normal person can't have it while being sober. I quietly watched her while she chugged down the content in the glass once again, ''Why are you so narcissistic? I don't know where this confidence comes from." She shook her head in bewilderment and tried to hurt my pride. However, I am not someone who can be taken down easily. "Well, all those whom I have fucked, they were a moaning mess and they wanted nothing from me other than give it to them more. If you want, I can be generous and give you the pleasure which you have never experienced before." I stared deeply into her eyes while I offered.

"I've been standing here for a minute, yet you still haven't noticed me. When did I become so invisible?" I quickly sat up straight and said with some embarrassment, "I didn't notice that you were here. Why didn't you make a sound?" "I never have to remind anyone of my presence. You are getting bolder." Blake came to me and pulled a chair over. I couldn't help but chuckle. "You are narcissistic. It's not a good habit. Noah is the same as you now. He's such a narcissist, though he's just a boy." "Narcissism comes from confidence and capital. Not everyone has them," Blake said plausibly.

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.

“That is the closest you can get. The bitch is narcissistic. Never in his life dare him to injure himself.” This time, he groaned in agreement. “I’ve met him… twice. The bitch is a century old but as nasty as ever. That old geezer." If so, her assessment was accurate and real. Only people who had met him knew his attitude. He was narcissistic and a son of bitch. Giving zero fuck and loved to raise the stake if something fall in his favor. He was also an opportunist. The toenail that he forcefully swallowed was given because he was in a good mood. It was by chance.

She heard Tristan chuckled at her words and she once again turned to look at him. Gorgeous jerk! "Keep telling lies to yourself, wifey. " He said and smiled at her innocently. She hated her nickname that he gave her. " I am everyone's type." He said and winked at her before standing up and walking towards the kitchen. He is narcissistic and he has every right to be narcissistic. Who wouldn't if they had a face like him?

I smirked. "Really?" Nate laughed. "And who might that be?" "There is... someone," I said, starting to get nervous. "You don't know him," "That's fine," Nate smiled. "He knows me, so let me meet him," "He doesn't know you either," "Darling," he took a step closer. "Everyone knows me," Pfft! What a jerk! Narcissist! Self-absorbed prick! I rolled my eyes, desperately wanting to punch him in the face and make a run for it.

"I guess I'm narcissistic, I'm not a man either." He stared. "You being a woman has nothing to do with it." "You should treat me like anyone else who happens to look at you in a wrong way." "I find your sacrificial lamb mentality nauseating." "I'm sure selflessness is hard for you to stomach," I said in understanding. "You think you have me all figured out, don't you?" "Charismatic gangster, who's an introvert at heart? Sexual deviant? A villain with a sad past I refuse to sympathize with? Check, check, check. If you were a subject on my SATs, I'd ace it."

His narcissism is something that rarely came out except every time. Nate refused to make eye contact with me. He had asked of how my first day went and I answered in a way signifying I didn’t want to be asked any further questions. He couldn’t shake off the growing feeling he had towards me…a feeling he couldn’t give a name to or designate a reason to. Concern? Care? Sympathy? Understanding? Desire?