The Narcist Novels & Stories

For reasons I did not understand, reasons I was not ready for, I was laughing with this person. He was the most maddening person in the world. And being in here, he has made me tell him how I was feeling, and laugh with him. Ridiculous! This must be the second time I was laughing with him. As I realized this, I looked at him again, and I thought, 'What’s up with this one? Is he a psychopath? Is he... Like, what is it about him that can be so maddening and makes you laugh at the same time? Is he a psychopath? A narcissist? A master manipulator?

He was seen at events to tease his ex-wife by using every whore available. I understood it in Patrick Jones; he never had a degree of decency in his life. He was a narcissistic man, with the superior complex of his and too good to mix with the rest. Patrick was the type who told himself that he deserved everything and that there wasn't a single thing in the world that he couldn't have. The fact that he arrived taken from a woman younger than his own daughter to an event was the way in which he shouted to the planet that he didn't give a shit about the opinion of others, because he didn't need anyone to get what he wanted. that he wanted.

Always performing. I've been diagnosed here. Narcissistic personality disorder, antisocial traits, probably depression I've been masking for decades. The doctors say I've likely had these issues since childhood. My father's influence, the pressure to be perfect, the belief that admitting weakness meant failure. None of that excuses what I did. But it explains it.

The close proximity making me uncomfortable and so I showed my discomfort by trying to wiggle my way out of his hold but he just held my hands even more firmly, backing me into a wall. “You don't even want to look at me, but you're laughing and so excited with my guards?” He whisper yelled, looking at me like he could not believe that I would prefer anyone else over him. Is this what a narsisist looked or acted like? Because I had not even one reason why I should prefer him to anyone else. My stupid mind tried to give me several reasons why he should actually be my preferred person but I shut it out. “Talk to me god damn it!” He roared and ran a hand through his hair. He looked very frustrat

"Brother, there's nothing you can think of that I can't do. Your little brother is a genius. I have access to all these companies' accounts and can send a lot of information with just one click." Mark watched his younger brother start to become narcissistic again. He couldn't help but remind him, "Little Tod, narcissism is a disease." Little Tod blinked his big eyes at his brother. Why hadn't he explained this to him clearly yet? "Brother, I've already said it's strength, strength, strength! Three times for emphasis." Mark angrily wiped his face. "Little Tod, your spit landed on my face." He seriously wiped his little face. Little Tod was horrified. Would he really do something so disgusting

However, torture, drugs, poison, and all those shit had already been engraved to his core, so even if he indeed gained his freedom, he was still tied down by the connection and the fear you have with the place. All those addicting drugs and many more, a place that no saint was able to go through without becoming a lunatic and a murderer under the man who rules everything. The founder of the association had always been a mysterious man, and he was also the one who was Naster’s father, a man who used his own child for his gains, becoming a killer, and a rag doll for anyone to use. It was said that this was also the reason why he became a psychopath, searching for power, because this way, if he

He stayed home because of me. Feeling a desperate need to change the subject again, I asked why Susan was still pursuing the possibility of a relationship. “Why is Walker?” He asked. Before I could answer he continued. “Because those kinds of narcissists always want what they don’t have. And they don’t have us.” He explained. “Now.” “So, I’m your Beard?” “Beard?” “Your cover to dissuade Susan.” He gave a conceding nod. “How’s your steak?”

“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

She really is a clean soul; she is a pure woman, and she has not grasped the magnitude of the problem she has gotten herself into, but once I instill in her what is right and mold her to my tastes and beliefs, she will be the perfect doll for me. I will enjoy making her mine so much that everyone will know about it. I put the diary away and frowned. This man's words sounded like the beginning of his descent into madness. But I wasn't surprised that my mother had fallen into the clutches of someone like him; you didn't have to be very smart to understand the context in which a person like that wrote his desires. He must have been more than a pathological narcissist; he must have had serious p

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!