Sadist Narcissist Novels & Stories

“ Oh heavens! Nolan when will you ever learn that what you do to Lyn is wrong " “ Don't Tell me you like the girl?" I ask him sarcastically. ” oh no , where did you remove that in the first place, I am just being considerate. I am not like you who is such a sadistic person " “ Sadistic ?" I say perplexed. “ Stop pretending around , you know you are one . Others pain makes you feel good. For sure you are a sadist." Continues to say to me.

But the embarrassment of explaining the reasons for his disgusting attitude could not let him say anything. 'How would he say the same Anna was still the cause of everything.' "But I am willing to change. I agree that I have been a narcissist bastard, irritating man, and heartless jerk, and I am willing to make up for every heartless attitude that I have exhibited. I will learn and work on myself. I will become a better person," he pleaded.

“Luca?” Maria signed that he put the phone on speaker and he did. “Damian,” Luca began, his tone grim, “I’ve done some digging. It’s worse than I thought.” Damian’s grip on the phone tightened. “What do you mean?” “These men,” Luca said, his voice laced with urgency, “they’re not just ordinary criminals." They’re part of a cartel—a syndicate that doesn’t play by any rules. They don’t negotiate, and they don’t bluff. If they’ve taken Kiara, it’s because they know they can force your hand. They’ll kill her without hesitation if they suspect even the slightest betrayal.”

“Em…well, you wouldn't have to leave if things worked out between you two. He just needs someone to work on him…” “Hold it right there. I really really feel bad for anyone who thinks they can work on him. He's not even worth it. He's a crazy, creepy stalker and a sadistic narcissist psychopathic maniacal perverted nutjob.” I was out of breath after saying all those words at once. Penny was laughing. “Isn't that too much for one person? Also, I'm pretty sure all those words mean this same thing.” She pointed out and I scoffed.

"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

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.

He asked again. “Honestly no! At this very moment I wish I am free from him..I am going nuts from his sexual harassment, he is a toxic narcissist and a proud pervert, he thinks he owns every woman, he is just irritating,believe me he is the worst”. Angela snapped tartly. “You have a lot of hate for this man I can tell”. Damon chuckled, his smile was so captivating it made her blush. Angela lowered her gaze on the plate shyly.

"I guess I'm narcissistic, I'm not a man either." He stared. "You being a woman has nothing to do with it." "You should treat me like anyone else who happens to look at you in a wrong way." "I find your sacrificial lamb mentality nauseating." "I'm sure selflessness is hard for you to stomach," I said in understanding. "You think you have me all figured out, don't you?" "Charismatic gangster, who's an introvert at heart? Sexual deviant? A villain with a sad past I refuse to sympathize with? Check, check, check. If you were a subject on my SATs, I'd ace it."

Only, I have another challenge coming. It's a war of sentiments and sanity. He is a selfish bastard. There cannot be anything good in him. He is arrogant, ignorant, and narcissistic. He manipulates and has no respect for anyone. He kills for power. He is in trouble. A mistake you can never afford. I chant it, seeping it ever so slowly into my conscience so it can forward to my subconscious mind. It must be firmly engraved.