Novel & Cerita Sadist Narcissist

Am I sex addict or I want to satiate my needs? Oh Dad!Please don’t show me this way. I don't want to distract myself from my goal.** Nandini saw Damien asleep and settled him between sheets. She stood up and wiped her tears. “Nothing can distract my mind from now on. I need to find a way to get over his weakness. What he hates the most. I want to fight but he never gives me a chance. What he wanted? Is he really loves me….should I give him a chance in real life? No No he is an abuser. He can never mend his ways. He is a criminal and remains the same. He is bipolar , and wants everything in his own way. He is playing with me to get his lustful ways. I am an easy target or you can say easy to

She asked in disbelief, she seemed to be enjoying the gossip, it was a bit cute watching her eyes grow like saucers at the mention of each juicy detail. "Yes." I said "That's horrible." She had a disgusted expression on her face now "To me, his quite the nuisance, I'm sure his father would agree. All he does is spend money, earn the bare minimum at whatever job it is he does and goes around sleeping with anything in a skirt, and his full of himself" I said rather harshly. If he wanted to be a womanizer, he should have at least been a one with some level of class. "Narcissist." Hanna said softly under her breathe, her eyes wondered down to the plate.

he actually started believing her words because they sounded very much true. "He also suffered from depression though he has recovered but still some deep scars are there on his mind ..... Sadistic personality disorder, it starts developing because of unfavorable events and in intention of seeking pleasure person can go to any extent while venting out his aggression so it's harmful for others ..... Because person can be really harmful and in case of Manik, his anger gets magnified with his pleasure".

And something about that— About the way he’s looking at me right now— Makes something inside me snap. I take it back. He’s not a narcissist. He’s a fucking psychopath. A sadist. “Why do you even care?” I snap, the words breaking out between clenched teeth. They’re chattering—whether from the cold or something darker crawling under my skin, I don’t know anymore. He tilts his head, slow, almost amused. One brow lifts as if I’ve just asked something mildly interesting. “Let’s just say…” he drawls, dragging the moment out, “you bring my brother… joy.”

My devotion as a wife over those eight years meant absolutely nothing to him. "Damn it, so you’ve got the guts to stand up to me now, huh?" He tried to intimidate me, hoping I would lose my nerve and tremble with fear. I knew him better than anyone—better even than his own mother did. Simon was a master at manipulating people's emotions; he was a narcissist who always believed he was right and entitled to everything.

But what truly caught my attention was Bryan. The bastard looked far too pleased, his lips curved in that self-satisfied smirk that made me want to wipe it off his face permanently. He actually thought this little revelation about the mark had tilted the odds in his favor. I could see it in his expression, in the way his chest puffed slightly, like a peacock flaunting its feathers. He thought he could win Kelly back. How pathetic. Bryan Shamrock was the kind of man who could stare at a pile of ashes and still convince himself there was fire. A classic narcissist. Blind to his own rot. He’d driven his Pack into ruin, lost his wife, and still had the audacity to believe himself the victim.

Vanessa urged, rolling her brown bulgy eyes. “Will he change? Oh, Vanny, you're ridiculous just like him. We grew up watching him torture mommy, day in and out. He's insolent, he's a drunk, a flirt and an abusive man. You think he'll change? That's what a narcissist does to his victim, making you think he'll change with time. Are we gonna wait for him to kill our mommy before we realize he isn't gonna change?” Samantha asked angrily. Vanessa kept silent, tucking her brown curly hair behind her ears.

I recognized that sadistic smirk on the corner of his lips. Fucking self-righteous, manipulative asshole who thinks he can take control of everything, playing some sort of god figure in his own fucking world. What was on my mind?! What the fuck did I even expect from him? Did I think a fucking douchebag would ever change?! He was a fucking playboy, a rich brat, and that's why he enjoyed being the top predator on the food chain. I, on the other hand, was just a fucking pathetic fowl who got his attention. The more I struggled, the more excited he became.

"Tasha, you need to stay away from him before he gets you all tangled up in his mess. And just so you know, it is a pretty, big, bad, dirty pool of a mess. Guys like him are dangerous. Making a mistake once can be overlooked, but repeating that same mistake over and over again is just hardcore felony. I still care about you Tasha, and I do not want you having anything to do with him." I am trying so hard not to be bashed by his words, but I can feel my walls cracking with each word he throws at me. Fuck this asshole. He still thinks he has a say over what I should do and who I should associate myself with. He is still as controlling and possessive and manipulative as ever. Diane is just like

He spat and leaned closer to my face; All I saw in his blue eyes was hatred. "This is what is your destiny. You are my slave, an object for my pleasure; I'll use you every day and night like my slut. Get this in your head." He relentlessly dove in and out of my pušsy, not even caring the slightest bit for the pain he was putting me through. He was like a sadist monster who only knew how to fulfill his hunger; Indeed he was a sadistic monster.