Novel & Cerita Situationship With A Narcissist

"Stop dreaming and get your hopes high." "Wow, aren't you full of yourself? Who wants to marry you?" I fought back because hell, I'll rather stay single for my whole life than to marry a narcissistic man like him. "The only relationship between you and me is similar to an employer and employee. If I could, I would rather raise my child myself than have anything to do with you." He was seething. Like he was ready to commit something violent. "You mean 'my' child." I rolled my eyes in frustration. "Why don't you just give birth to it yourself then? It's my child as well, don't forget it. And stop deluding yourself, I seriously don't want to marry you."

“Please, Ayann, forgive me, I reject my mate for you because I love you. You're mine, and the intimate moments between me and Emilio were driven by the mate bond. I don't love him. It's pure sexual, nothing less. Please believe Ayann. Don't leave me. You know how much I love you “ she cried hysterically. “ Charlotte, you're sick, you need therapy , you have a narcissistic personality disorder, you're a self-centred person who has an unreasonably high sense of his own importance, you need and seek too much attention, you want all people to focus on you , want people to only admire you, you don't care about the feelings of others, you take advantage of others, you don't care about the conseque

Natalie shook her head, struggling to process the idea. “But, Lars, you're a billionaire. Don’t you have, like, a reputation to take care of? I don't think this is necessary.” Lars reached out and took her hand, his touch steady and reassuring. “Natalie, let me worry about that. But as someone I've known since my childhood, I can't stand by and watch you suffer.”

“I’m on TikTok enough to know this feels like a ‘situationship.’” Calvin raises a brow. “A what?” I grin despite myself. “A situationship. It’s like a relationship but without a clear label.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “My age is showing, isn’t it?” “A little,” I reply. We both laugh. "I just don’t want you to think I’m stringing you along." His expression softens. "Serena, I don’t feel taken advantage of. I just like spending time with you. Whatever we call it."

“Do you see this? Sex used to be the way we communicate. Now, I am getting this impression that you are using it to avoid talking to me. What’s wrong? Talk to me. Please.” “Maybe, this is all happening because of me. If it isn’t for me, Jonathan and you would be on good terms.” I finally told him what is bugging me. He let out a breath of relief this time. “You are maybe right. If you are not there in this picture, these things never would have happened and I am sure as hell, whether we will be on good terms or not, he won’t be coming after me. But, we can’t let him decide what we do and whom we chose in our life, can we? He is an ego centric narcissist. The word doesn’t run in the way he wa

"But, I notice something.” “Something what?” Dianne worried again. “I'm always handsome in every photo posted." Nicolas grinned innocently. Diane rolled her eyes. Even though this man has amnesia, it turns out that his narcissism cannot be lost. Irritating. "Dianne, if I had a company that big, I should have a few close associates taking care of me, don't you think?" asked Nicolas using his logic. Diane nodded. "Yes, you have a close friend who is the deputy director."

Words tumble out of my lips, nervously. He leans in, leveling my stare with his. "You are so beautiful," My face pulled in disgust. How can he talk in such a manner when he is engaged? I am grossed out by his outrageous behavior. Seeing my reaction, he smirked down at me. What a covert narcissist.

He must have been very surprised to witness a scene that looked more like a domestic dispute than a staff meeting. And if he were to learn about my shady affair with Nathan, what would I do then? I had really struggled to find him, and now he was slipping through my fingers so easily—because of a narcissistic pervert. The paradox was that I was in love with Nathan. Nathan was furious beyond measure. He turned a deaf ear to my explanations, shoving me into his car, unwilling to hear anything. He was angrier than ever and showed no restraint despite Stephen’s presence.

Now everything about Nancy's obsession with her was explained. “ It doesn't just affect me, it affects you too! She affects everyone she comes close to… She has already interfered in our relationship! She is so toxic that she destroys others! “ Tears came out of her eyes, returning a sadness in her that I hadn't seen before. I hugged her tightly. She was right, she had already interfered in our relationship even before I met her. Why did things have to be so complicated for us, as if being together was something wrong.

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.