The Narcist Novels & Stories

I despise guys who like bribing women instead of apologizing. "Well, he's not even a guy, he's a monster, and You're not even a woman, but a girl", I reminded myself quickly before I got losted in the trance of overthinking. I then decided in my heart that whatever he might bring to bribe me off, I promised myself not to accept it. After a minute of waiting, the narcissist finally came out pulling a cheese trolley. I opened my eyes widely with excitement to see what's being placed on the trolley, then my eyes caught it and it reflected a huge grin back into my cheeks.

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.

“Just confirming what I already knew.” Nathaniel was not just facing legal consequences anymore. He was facing psychological collapse. The very identity he built on dominance and possession had been stripped, and the woman he thought he owned now stood untouchable, not because of me, not because of protection…But because she had outgrown him entirely. And nothing destroys a narcissist faster than becoming irrelevant to the person they obsessed over.

well a normal person can't have it while being sober. I quietly watched her while she chugged down the content in the glass once again, ''Why are you so narcissistic? I don't know where this confidence comes from." She shook her head in bewilderment and tried to hurt my pride. However, I am not someone who can be taken down easily. "Well, all those whom I have fucked, they were a moaning mess and they wanted nothing from me other than give it to them more. If you want, I can be generous and give you the pleasure which you have never experienced before." I stared deeply into her eyes while I offered.

"Why were you merciful to Vivian though? You could have completely destroyed her. Sent her to prison. Ruined her life. But you didn't." Nath considers his answer carefully. "Because Mike is a narcissist. He's manipulative, knows how to find people's vulnerabilities and exploit them ruthlessly. Vivian isn't inherently evil. I could see that. Mike found her loneliness, and weaponized it against her. He controlled her.

I can stretch it till eternity. I can donate both of my kidneys just to buy the right to punch some softness in this wolf. Alpha, my ass! ‘I don't. Mind telling me? Would you kindly like to explain yourself as to why would you want your paragon papa to lash out at me? Wasn’t the insult enough?’ The narcissist retorts. He comes dangerously close to me, violating my personal space. I feel his minty breath fanning my cheeks. His dark eyes, riveted on me, spit fire.

The challenge was a turn on. Ichika’s voice echoed in my mind, all those conversations about human behavior and trauma and pathology. Erlan was the perfect storm—a textbook narcissist with the dangerous charm of a psychopath, brilliant enough to read people and twisted enough to use it against them. He had no moral compass whatsoever. I had to be careful. Excruciatingly careful. I sucked in a steadying breath. “Don’t pretend you don’t like this push and pull between us,” I murmured.

She heard Tristan chuckled at her words and she once again turned to look at him. Gorgeous jerk! "Keep telling lies to yourself, wifey. " He said and smiled at her innocently. She hated her nickname that he gave her. " I am everyone's type." He said and winked at her before standing up and walking towards the kitchen. He is narcissistic and he has every right to be narcissistic. Who wouldn't if they had a face like him?

Am I sex addict or I want to satiate my needs? Oh Dad!Please don’t show me this way. I don't want to distract myself from my goal.** Nandini saw Damien asleep and settled him between sheets. She stood up and wiped her tears. “Nothing can distract my mind from now on. I need to find a way to get over his weakness. What he hates the most. I want to fight but he never gives me a chance. What he wanted? Is he really loves me….should I give him a chance in real life? No No he is an abuser. He can never mend his ways. He is a criminal and remains the same. He is bipolar , and wants everything in his own way. He is playing with me to get his lustful ways. I am an easy target or you can say easy to

"Read it while I get ready." As I saw his picture on the first page of the file, I got a weird vibe from it. He looked like one of those playboy billionaires who changed girls like bedsheets. "He looks like a douche-bag," I commented. "Because he is; not to mention, a complete narcissist. That's why we are going to woo him," she said, plastering a fake smile on her face. "How?" I asked. "Just sit back and observe," she said as she walked back to her room.