Revenge Against A Narcissist Novels & Stories

Revenge had become my sole purpose, an obsession that eclipsed reason and morality. Visions of their downfall danced before my eyes, each one more vivid and satisfying than the last. Daniel's face contorted with fear, his mask of deceit crumbling to reveal the true extent of his guilt. Jessica, her perfect life unraveling like a delicate tapestry, would feel the weight of my wrath.

"But soon, I'll witness your tears. Begging and pleading with me to let her go. "True revenge is not by retaliating against that person directly. Because that would be a simple act of revenge. "True revenge is making the person you want to punish feel pain by making them witness the suffering of someone they dearly love. And in your case, it means the pain endured by your beloved wife. Haisley." "Don't involve Haisley; she doesn't even know anything!" Nathan snapped harshly.

“But then I heard about Topher’s big, stupid Halloween party. And it just… I snapped. It hit me so hard. Not because I felt left out or actually wanted to go or anything. But I was like, no. No fucking way is he going to get away with moving on, and throwing parties, and having a grand ol’ spiffy time after what he did to me. He put my entire future career at risk, Wick. That fucker doesn’t deserve a happy ending, so… So I’m going over there tonight and I’m leaving my stupid bra that he gave me along with a fake used condom in his room so he’ll think I moved on and had sex on his bed with someone else. And he’s going to feel my goddamn wrath. He’s going to see up close and personal just how

However, my cheerful moment with the music was cut short when someone slammed into my car from behind. "What the heck?!!!" I freaked out immediately, blocking the car with mine before getting down. The driver got down as well and was trying to apologize, but I cut him off instantly, slapping him hard across the cheek, "How dare you hit my car? I doubt if you even know how to drive." "I'm sorry!" He apologized however, whereas, his apology made me even more angrier, causing me to slap him once more. "Save it. I don't want to hear it. If only you have even the slightest idea of who I am. I'm someone you shouldn't mess with." I boasted, allowing the influence of Nate's wealth to get to my head.

“It’s unprofessional but I can teach you how to be a ghost, defend yourself, and maneuver your way out of tight situations.” Jane looked pleased. She then described what she had been through back at home. Phil’s jaw tightened as she went on with her story. “If you want revenge, I suggest you change your looks, train with me while I teach you everything I know,” he proposed. “Great,” Jane accepted.

Perhaps… His hand shot out, seizing my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. His eyes were ice. “What have you accomplished that’s remarkable? Did you build me an empire? Serve me the world on a silver platter? You were always nothing.” He pushed me away. I stumbled, hitting the ground hard. The divorce papers floated around me like snow. “And don’t you ever…” His face was inches away from mine, twisted in something like hatred. “…use your martyr act to make me feel guilty. I don’t owe you anything.”

He was now trying to explain his actions, but I had no compassion for his words. "Survival? Do you call this survival? You ruined so many people's lives! Nancy is one of them!” I said, anger rising in my chest. “She didn’t deserve anything you did to her!” I decided I no longer needed words. A desire for revenge began to overcome me, and instead of arguing, I stepped forward and threw another punch, and then another, each punch being a release of all the pain he had caused. “Every blow is for her! For every tear you made her shed! For every scream she let out in pain! Have you forgotten that you are not invincible?” I screamed, punching him repeatedly.

“I deliberately approached and married you and entered your family. My goal is only one, to avenge what has haunted me since childhood. I'll tell you the truth, from the beginning I didn't even love you, I never even considered you in my life. You were just a tool that I used as a medium for my revenge on your family. You have to understand why I'm doing this to you.” Alexander exhaled then he smiled slyly. “You're a good woman but unfortunately your family isn't. You're also a smart woman but then again your family are different people and I really hate them. Since you probably already know all my plans, I won't stop it. This is the purpose of my life, to avenge my parents on the people who

Davis office and ask him to hear me out once again, but I also knew when he was ready to talk, he would send for me. I didn’t expect it to take this long. “Are you okay?” Shane asks, turning his head in my direction. “I’m fighting every urge…” I said softly. “I want to confront Karen. I want to confront Jordan. I want to face Mr. Davis. I want to lose control, but I know it will only make things worse.” I look over at him. “In my head I’m plotting my revenge.” “Revenge?” He wants clarification. I nod. “I don’t let things go. It’s a rather bad habit of mine.” He stares, and I can tell he didn’t know what to say.

According to the data, these people fed on the emotions of others like vampires feed on blood. By denying the meal, so to speak, the narcissist could eventually cease his attacks and move on to the next victim. But there was also a serious risk involved: instead of simply leaving the victim alone when he noticed that his assaults and trials were no longer working, the narcissist might try harder. And without limits or precedent. And that is exactly what happened that day. Two weeks ago Emanuele had reached her limit when her mother beat her over a supposed fruit salad that disappeared from the refrigerator. Obviously the girl knew nothing about it, and even avoided eating things without her