Novel & Cerita Sadist Narcissist

There's no way I'm ever leaving with him again while he's angry. “I’m sick in the head, Keila,” Sebastian claims. It's the kind of tone that doesn't hold a single hint of disguise. A voice of despair. A voice of agony. It's not the same tone I used to hear every time he promises not to hurt me again, but a sincere despair. “I’m mentally unstable. Crazy…insane…demented. I'm sick in the head, Keila. I'm clinically diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder. My whole family knows that, including Jordan. A sociopath you might want to call.”

I smiled sinisterly. “Yes, we’re going to do a good deed this time.” I knew the billionaire was not going to let her go like that. He was a forceful and narcissistic person. Goodness knows what he would do, just to get her. He might even hurt those around her for his greed.

The man that feed on fear and rely on danger. The man I loved. “Y-you’ll ha-have to-“ “Fucking speak before I make you do it myself.” The loud growl of immediate submission from Nicholas reverberated through Lucifer’s chest. My heart skipped a beat unintentionally, be it the natural reaction of my body or the feeling of something happening to me. Though it wasn’t unbearable but it was surely evident. Inspite of fear, Nicholas’s stretched his lips into a grin that reminded me of his sadistic and narcissistic character once again. He was a man who wanted things that didn’t belonged to him, luxuries that opposed the nature’s law.

"I like you, okay? Just like what you've said, I'm a narcissist that thinks the world revolves only around him. But that changed when I met you. You didn't act like everybody else. You caught my attention as if it naturally belongs to you." Jasper gazed into my eyes and made me back away. The seriousness I see somehow scares me. "You believe the rumors about me, right? But that doesn't change the fact that I do like you, not like everybody else. My like seems to be different from them." "I-I don't hate you. Like what you've said, you're a narcissist, and the way you act like Lia should also pay her attention to you irritates me. That's just it. Lia doesn't owe you anything."

"All I want is information. I'm quite certain you know something about what happened to Ivan and Kirill that night. So I'll make you a one time offer, tell me what you know now and you both may leave, if not we will take our time getting all the information you hold through... More painful methods." Both John and Ashley stood silent their eyes as cold as an arctic storm. Sacha sighed. "Oh well, the latter method has always been more entertaining." A malicious smile began spreading over his face. Though he hid it well from even a majority of the people he worked with, Sacha harbored sadistic tendencies. The once average boy had been mentally torn down by the death of his family, and his uncle

"No, I don't have awakenings sadly. I've thought a lot since our first meeting, and I spent a lovely evening with you yesterday, so it hit me." "Hit you?" He hummed. "Yes. I realised that I wasn't treating you like the beautiful soul you are. I was treating you like a game that I have to win. And that's very wrong." Nate shook his head. "That's not how I make friends. You should know that I have a lot of friends because I excel at it." The omega turned to stare at him. "So you're a rich social butterfly slash football player with narcissistic tendencies? Good to know."

"You see ... it is not quite pain that sadists are after, but the power of inflicting pain. They seek the knowledge that they can do whatever they want to someone and face no repercussions from it. They enjoy the power difference between their victim and themselves and want their victim to be as aware of it as possible." He began whisking his claws against her back, one finger at a time, each one drawing forth more blood. "They remind their victim of this with every ... last ... scratch." He came around to her front and dragged the claw of his index finger across her collarbone, sending trickles of crimson running down her chest. Leaning down, he laughed and gluttonously licked the blood off

I wished sometimes that he had indeed been my biological child with Marina, because as much as I loved my son Dax, he showed the characteristics of a narcissistic psychopath. He enjoyed killing, and the brutality of this world excited him instead of causing him to flinch away in disgust. It worried me what kind of a man he had become, in the eyes of the brothers he was going to be a great leader. A great leader based on what, how brutally cruel he could be, the fact that he did not even have the consideration of his own kind’s best interests at heart let alone his own, all he knew how to do was take what he wanted and screw his way through every village as he took as many women as he wanted

"Calmly. Like any normal person would." "I can't be normal around you, and acting calmly isn't my forte." He said in a husky tone, stroking his nose against her cheek. "You don't know what you do to me, Zoey. You got no fucking clue." Going physical with her was more because of his sadistic traits than because of whatever anger he could be feeling. All his life he'd been a fucking Sadist. He might have concealed it a bit since he got a mate and became the Beta of the Pack, but she was awakening that side of him.

My heart seethed with loathing for him, a deep-rooted detestation that consumed me. He was a master of deception, a pathological liar who reveled in his falsehoods. His narcissism knew no bounds; it was as if he lived in a grandiose world of his own making. Every word he uttered was laced with self-praise, every action he took was an opportunity to glorify himself. Yet, he was blind to the distinction between good and evil.