Sadist Narcissist Novels & Stories

Taking a threatening step in my direction, he crouched to my level and snarled. "You are so full of yourself Emmaline. A long period of solitude, anger, frustration, sadness, and despair had turned you narcissistic, egoistic, and pessimistic who thinks the world is only full of bad people. Your siege mentality is what draws you to evil and blinds you to the good part of life. I won't say that I can understand what you've gone through Emma because I don't but all I know is that even if I offer you my help, you would never take it." He grated out.

She was understanding and smart, and as Zeenah described things she had felt and gone through, it seemed she had the power to unlock the mysteries of the universe. Karima said Abubakar's behaviour fit the pattern of someone with a narcissistic personality disorder, which was common for abusive husbands. As the doctor explained about the disorder, it felt as if she were describing Zeenah's life as it had been for the past year. A person with NPD was domineering, blaming, self-absorbed, intolerant of others’ needs . . . and they used rage as a control tactic. They don’t respect anyone else’s boundaries, which meant they felt entitled to bully and criticize until their victims were an absolute

The undeniably strong stench of a man who is used to physical work and lack of hygiene. “I’ve seen how weak pretty boy is over you. I’m going to enjoy sending him the videos of what I’m repeatedly doing to you. I’m going to enjoy this so much more than you are, sweetheart! I have so many inventive ways to fuck you, I just hope you live long enough to really torture him into insanity.” He laughs again, almost to himself, his comments more of a smug self-assurance in an evil sadistic way than a confession of his plans for me. It makes me realize how deeply he has been fantasizing about this, thinking it through, every step planned for precision at how to get back at Jake and me; serving punish

Soheila would obviously know who will kill that ugly motherfucker, and she might get mad at him. "That guy is a fucking narcissist. Not in a joking way, okay? He's a real narcissist! He knew that he was ugly, however, when there was a girl that gave him attention at the market, he was smug and confident. When the girl was about to leave, he was mad. He took her arms by force! And asked her if she doesn't want him or if he was not good enough. He thought he is the first priority of that girl. Luna and I saved that girl and thanked us. However, that fucking ugly man knew us and wanted to have a duel with you."

"I've known my fair share." "Would you say it is normal for someone to be both a sadist and a masochist? Or do you at least have experience with the two sides in a single personality?" Jessa asked. Her gray eyes were alive with intelligence and wonder. I shook my head. "The players I know tend to stay on their side of the slash. Add to that his psychopathic tendencies." I shook my head again. "That is a combination I've never come into contact with." "What is this psychopathic business? My son is not a monster," Momma said with a growl in her voice.

I loved her, but she was crazy after you and that old hag give you that position which only I deserved. Aiden : ohh I didn't know, you should have told me that before at the time, you were my friend I would have given it to you but you. And about his daughter she was a psycho, she only knows how to give pain to others, she was a fucking sadistic person. Man : oh shut up you fucker, you are always there to fuck her, how can she be a sadist? Aiden : you don't know anything, so keep quiet. Just get the fuck away from my way.

Just as I part my lips to speak, he abruptly interjects, "I'm not interested in entertaining your stupid questions." Frowning with frustration, I retort, "My questions aren't foolish. I simply want to know...what is it that you want?" Leaning in closer, he whispers near my ear, "To play with you." His voice carries a captivating allure, and I feel myself ensnared by his gaze. There's a hypnotic quality to his voice and stare that leaves me disoriented, as if under a spell. I resist the temptation to be swayed by his captivating presence, aware of the danger of succumbing to his allure.

Though she hadn’t met the Brazilian man in person, from the description Libia gave, he seemed like a narcissistic, misanthropic, and selfish guy. “He sounds like quite the character,” Suzanne said with a small smile. Libia took a deep breath. “I know, but I really like him,” she admitted for the first time out loud. “I know it’s stupid, I’m sure he doesn’t want anything serious with me.” Suzanne felt sorry seeing the sadness on her friend’s face. “You know what they say, you can have fun with the wrong guy while waiting for the right one,” Suzanne tried to cheer her up.

“ Spare that nonsense, old man. You and I know that is less that ten percent of why you did what you have done in the past few months since you entered into our lives.” “ You kmow, I have always heard of people who were tagged as sadists. I didn't think I would eventually have one in the cloak of a grandfather in-law.” “ You are self-centered, self absorbed and merciless. You, Michael Don Salvatore El, are one hell of a joy killer. You can't accept people having what you don't. It kills you. And you are the last person I want anywhere around me.” “ You either leave us alone, or I will make you.”

Especially when he was fond of spoiling my fun. "Just do as I say," he commanded. I scoffed heavily. "It's obvious you despise my happiness, and that's too bad." I paused to look into those icy blue eyes of his, making sure my words sank in. "I think I know what's wrong with you. You're suffering from an unfulfilled need for genuine connection, and it's slowly turning you into a sadist. No wonder everyone seeks your redemption," I said in a rush but instantly regretted my words.