The Narcist Novels & Stories

It's wonderful to laugh every once in a while. "I'm really hungry and don't know where the cafeteria is," Cristine pouted childishly as she rubbed her tummy. Cristine still has moments when she acts like a child. Hannah hugs Cristine unexpectedly, surprising her, and she responds with a backtap. Did Cristine think Hannah would fall in love with her? Cristine is a certified narcissist who believes that she will make everyone fall in love with her. Hannah sniffed gratefully and murmured, "Thank you so much, Cristine." Did she shed a tear? It was a bit of an exaggeration, but you can't blame everyone for being affected. You aren't them.

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?

"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."

“ If he is going through the worst it is because of me, I will not escape my consequences…. “ Sasha! “ I'm not going anywhere. “ I sat down on the bed again, trying to remain calm. She was lost and thought about what he was going through. That woman.. She's a psychopath, she deceived me. She entered my store, pretending to be someone else just to gain my trust. She lied and said she had a daughter with mental problems, to get closer to me. I never understood why all this happened! But whatever, she's crazy. She was the one who sent me to this place when I tried to escape, she felt like she owned me and I couldn't make friends with anyone but her. So she couldn't think what she would do with

His jaw ticked, a small muscle jumping near his temple. Before he suddenly said, "Good. I want my wife back. The real you. Not that broken thing you’ve been." I didn't say anything to that. Of course I knew how much of a devil Marcus was. A chronic narcissist. He didn't want me back; he wanted his possession back in working order. He wanted the trophy wife who made him look good, not the human being he was destroying. The car came to a stop. I looked up. We were at the Pack’s grand estate. It was massive and powerful, a sprawling manor that looked more like a fortress with its stone lions and iron gates.

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.

“A narcissist? A psychopath? You can say it, dolcezza. It doesn't erase the compliment you gave me.” Wow. He is just as self centered as his cousin. Weird, his narcissistic behaviour is a little exaggerated in the papers I read. He's aware of his traits, and he has them work for him, and boy is it so fucking hot to see. He is also nicer than I thought, he treats me way too nice it's almost sickening, and it's only now that the thought down on me, that he got rid of my panicking attack, he sees about me, he's been nothing but kind to me since we said I do.

She looked like little innocent lamb trapped by the giant wolf who was toying with her before attacking her to his fullest. “Now my lady I am a gentleman I don’t like to send my guests back without showing my hospitality. Especially uninvited guests." He said as his smirk widened. “Just look at you. An epitome of perfection.” He said pointing at her from head to tow before creepily darkening his shiny orbs. "And Perfection is made for only perfection. Which means you’re made for a man like me.” This was enough to make her run to the door faster than hurricane. A Story about a Narcasstic Mafia boss who considers himself a Greek God with insane power he holds.

While Neymar was a fun-loving person, sweet, caring, and adorable Nicholas was cold; he may care for you but won't show it, at least openly. I could say he's a narcissist but not the toxic type; he just puts himself first before others. I know that doesn't make him seem like a family man, but come on, girls have an uncanny attraction to bad guys. It’s not just because they're bad but because they don't give us women what we want so easily. I looked at Neymar, fitting him in my head. ‘Yup, he's definitely a nice guy'. But with Nicholas, oh Lord, no, he demanded his respect, and if it wasn't given, he would flick you like you were a dung beetle. It gave me shivers just thinking about it.

"I never liked you anyway. You were just an easy target to use, Eden. That's what they're doing to you. I don't know why they would bother, but when they see how weak and easily manipulated you are, they'll leave you in the dust, too." Wiping my many tears, I cough, shaking all over. I know there hasn't been love between us in a long time, but we were in love once, or so, I thought. I just wanted to be appreciated and acknowledged, something I never got from my last foster family. I see it now. I've chosen a narcissist just like my foster father. They pretend to love me when it benefits them, but the minute I hurt their feelings, or make one decision they don't agree with, I'm exiled to the