The Narcist Novels & Stories

“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.

I sneered at him while getting up and brushing myself while heading to the door out of annoyance that for once I was here helping him live his life for once. He grabbed my hips and smashed his lips onto me. The adrenaline flew in my veins rapidly while my mind was trying to wrap what kind of psychological trick, he's playing on me. He tasted so good and we were both so intoxicated by each other. As I said before he was a drug. We didn't stop till we need some air and when we finally did, he cupped his hands on my cheeks and rested his forehead on mine. Narc was a fucking giant compared to me but he felt like a safe place to me constantly.

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 am so sick of these vague statements he makes and even though I am engulfed in rage, I cannot back down when it comes to him. ‘Me? Narcissistic! … Ever looked in the fucking mirror, baby? I think you are the queen of narc! Ever the fucking victim when it comes to me, right?’ His tone matches the sarcasm in mine and his insult riles me back to fever pitch, yanking my arms out as I fly for him once more; a new wave of complete internal molten lava spewing forth. ‘You have a fucking nerve, calling me a narc. You have been a grade ‘A’ bastard since the first moment I laid eyes on you. You don’t know how to be anything except a prick of epic proportions. You’re such a fucking Wanker!!’

Is she really going to do a live interview about what happened to her? “What Niccola? I can’t stay quiet about something so serious, I could help someone speaking up about it,” she says, and I nod. I can really understand it could help, if it were true, if it had actually happened. She is no victim. She is not a survivor; she is a narcissist, someone who thinks the world revolves around her.

"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

“The most annoying thing is that he went from one to 360. I didn't even think that there would be a day where he would become a threat to us. It is just something that I have decided not to understand and I can't even blame people for doing the same.” His words carried a lot of power. He had probably tried to tell someone but they must have brushed it off. The first and foremost sign of a narcissist was the fact that they were kind to everyone except their own.

Egotistical, maniacal… asshole. I didn't make him hit me or beat me. I didn't make him threaten me or berate me. These were the hidden desires of a narcissist. One whom I had no idea how to escape. An old sewage drain sat in the corner below stacks of old crates and boxes. Every night I took pieces of broken cement and scraped at the circular opening of the rusted manhole cover. And every night after my calloused fingers bled from the constant digging and prying, I would give up. Then I’d try again the next night.

That beautiful, amazing, square jaw of his that begged me to run my fingers across. Then came his narcissistic personality. He had the whole God complex going for him, thinking that woman worshiped the ground he walked on. Cocky and yet so alluring; the Devil reincarnate. It was difficult remembering that he wasn't good. He may have been mine, but he wasn't what I needed or wanted in my life.