Sadist Narcissist Novels & Stories

“What do you want to do? Any judge that will hear this case would rule in my favour. You said you were terrible at singing. I was doubtful and I asked you to prove me wrong, but you ended up proving yourself right and I only pointed out you were right after all. What wrong did I do?” “You said I sounded like a dying goat.” I grumbled before pouting a bit. I can't believe I was acting all cute. But let's blame it on me being sleepy, even though that stopped minutes ago. “But you do.” He said in that honestly of his that I sometimes loved and hated. “I hate you so much right now." I groaned. “You hate me?” There was a shift in his tone in some way I couldn't detect. Is it possible for someone

“Nasha, please, forgive me. I am very sorry. Can’t you see that it was just a mere mistake!” The sound of the word “mere mistake” rumbled through her stomach like someone who was suffering from diarrhea. Then her furiousness sparked like fire as she struggled out from Richardson’s hands, and when she managed to let loose of his grip, she sent two resounding slaps to his face. And Richardson staggered aback as he covered his cheek with his two palms. Nasha had known Richardson to be a narcissist because of too many privileges that he received from being noble. Richardson Gregory is the son of a wealthy businessman and one of the top tiers in the states, also owes a lot of companies in the sta

One could call him a sadist too. A sadist is a person who gets pleasure, especially sexual pleasure, from hurting other people, but in Theodore's case, he used to hurt werewolves, not just random humans or vampires. He very well knew that his wolf wanted just his fated mate, so even after finding their mate, he used to fucked other rouge she-wolves to irk Inigo. Not just that, he kept himself away from Liara even though he knew Inigo wanted to hold her, kiss her, and make love with her and planned to have a lot of pups with her, but he didn’t want that.

He says using the nickname that only he called me. "Tommy..." I whisper in the softest way. My eyes immediately fill with tears and one runs down my face. __ "Please don't do it. Please. I don't want it." I beg as he pulls my underwear down. "I think you do. Being a bad girl on purpose. You want daddy's cock. Naughty girl." He says smirking sadistically. "No Tommy. Stop it. Stop! I don't want it! Stooooop!" I scream.

Suddenly random thoughts poured in my mind like a bitch nagging at her pinp for treating her wrongly, some thoughts are happy, other are irritating, some are sad and pitiful, while the remaining ones are perverted, surprisingly that one comes from that old sexy detective that crave for her adoptive son of her, but she still didn’t make the first move, this narcissist milf want him to make the first move, just an ambitious female detective being calculative especially when it comes to think of them improperly by social morality standard. Some evil intent comes to my being while thinking what to do with my powers, I mean, I’m free to do what I want, I can even crawl to people’s thoughts and w

I got punched in the arm for that one, but I made her laugh and smile and it was worth it. Sadie also had what I liked to call beautiful mood swings. This was when Sadie wasn't having a very good day and would show herself to me in a not so beautiful way. These were the days I had to step in and be the mean guy to help her get herself under control. I was really tired of having to buy new furniture or new dishes. When she was having a bad day. Everything was my fault and she let me know it. Then of course once she got herself under control. She would have what I would call a cry fest and apologize to me for three days. The fights wouldn't be bad if Sadie didn't have the ability to lift the c

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.

As for the break, I meant not to get bored with her games and decide to hurt Rita. I don't think so, there's little chance of that happening. In my experience, a sociopath does not rest, she is always looking for new things to do. This can be scary because it could in one way or another endanger Rita's life, but only if she feels threatened. Otherwise no. A sociopath likes to play, to make his victim tremble with fear, and ask for mercy. He likes to make others suffer through various tricks. The suffering of others feeds his or her ego in a way that is difficult for us normal people to understand.

Her face was fixated on Trishia's ugly face but she was not scared of it anymore. It is not the face of a person you should be scared of but the character. A bad attitude is worst than an ugly face. A bad character is the ugliest. "Your father is a narcissist! Do you know what's unfair, Hanna?" Trishia paused while her burned face was still close to Hanna.

I sit on the couch and he sits beside me then shows me a contract on the coffee table. "I'll show you the contract but I need to tell you something before you decide anything," he says as he leans back against the couch. "Okay Master," I say and wait for him to start talking. "I'm only allowed to take you as my sub if I'm honest about myself. You can say no if you don't want me to be your Master when I've told you. I'm diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder. Which means I don't feel empathy or remorse for anyone. I see myself as the most important person in my life which is why Marcus doesn't think I can be a good Master," he says carefully. I frown as his words register.