Situationship With A Narcissist นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

I wanted to posture up, but in the back of my mind, I had a fear if he too began to move, that could mean some trouble. ''Um, then that makes all girls the same and they all deserve a punishment, no?'' He had a smile on his face, seemed like he had forgotten about his cheating girlfriend. I don’t know if to feel bad for him or be angry at him, he was just such a narcissist. ''Why are you after me? You have three girls ready to transfer their germs in you but no! You have to bother me.'' I irritatingly expressed it all together. It was an honest complaint, I mean was I a freaking magnet that attracts all the troubles in the world?

Perhaps, I should be thanking him, because by raising my level of annoyance, my fear of him decreased. “Why do you say that?” I asked brightly, “Do you think this is a fake relationship?” I smirked. “Obviously. That guy doesn't know what are feelings meant for. He isn't capable of loving anyone,” he stated confidently. “Oh… Then you must clearly know more about feelings if you put it that way…” I chuckled. As soon as I burst that last sentence out my rationality wanted to slap me in the face. “Ana, could you please NOT tease a sociopath?!” my mind raised all states of alert.

I widened my eyes in shock, and so did Rubby. "Nolan, you are pathetic...." "I mean," he interrupted her again, his voice suddenly breaking as though he was about to cry. "I understand how she is feeling. I haven't been around much lately because of work, and now someone else is gradually taking my place," he made the last sentence and pointed at me, much to my frustration. I stiffened in my chair as I fought hard to suppress the feeling of rage that kept rising in my chest. What a manipulative Narcissist!

,he said, but I interrupted him rudely. “Alexander Brewers, I would not have you degrading the things I love. If I love love, you have no right to tell me it's not important. I want to be with someone who loves me for me and doesn't see me as a sex object while trying to rule as a mafia lord. You just want to have sex with me until I break, until I am totally under your control; then you would toss me aside. The only reason you're treating me decently is that I am not totally under your control. I am independent, wealthy, and in love with another man. Your narcissistic nature can't stand that. You want me because, to you, I'm some sort of trophy. You say just the right words to make any woma

“I really do not know how to say this but know that I want forever with you. I truly want forever with you, I want you as my wife, life partner, mother of my children, everything. I want the whole thing, and all with you. I will start by saying that I am sorry. I came off as an overbearing, controlling and bothersome narcissist boyfriend to you. I do not know how you would take this piece of information but it was deliberate. I did it to test you to see the kind of person you were and are, and I love who I met after everything.” Pascal said to me with a small smile on his face but the smile soon vanished when I pulled my hand out of his with a look of confusion. “Babe?” Pascal called to me b