The Narcist Novels & Stories

"Shut up or I will not hesitate to chop your body into pieces, obey and serve me now" "But sir what if Mila wakes up or madam comes home?" "Give the child sleeping pills so he can sleep for a long time, Lia is at the salon and will be home tonight" Sinta was silent and I handed her a bottle of clear liquid, which is sleeping pills and told her to put it in my son's mouth, he was very forced to obey my will after all completedI launched my action but before that I made her tormented first, only she was the only woman I didn't torture during intercourse. In the past, when my ex-boyfriend had sex, he always tortured me and it became an addiction for me, when I witnessed the suffering of my part

“I could cut him open—” “No!” The word burst out of me, nearly bringing what was left of my guts up with it. “No, fuck, no.” “Ignore him,” Nate snapped. “He’s a necromancer, of course he always wants to dig up bodies. It’s like fucking Christmas for him.”

Don't make me be the villain. Nate

“That’s the part I still don’t understand. He knew I hated social media drama. I’ve always been the quiet one, private, low-key. He was the one who loved the likes, the stories, the attention. But couples break up every day without recording it. Without turning it into a spectacle. Why did he need to do that to me?” Mia’s voice softened. “Because he’s a narcissist. Because he wanted sympathy. The clout. The narrative where he’s the brave one ‘being honest.’ And you were collateral damage.” I let out a shaky breath. “I keep replaying it, wondering if I missed signs. If I wasn’t enough. If I was too much. Too comfortable. Too boring.”

She could tell that something was bothering him, and although she could guess what it was, she wanted him to say it out loud and get it out of his system. “Why the long face?” She asked him. He sighed. “I’m just trying to get over the fact that my father was a narcissist who spent all those years manipulating me and making me hate my mother who has turned out to be the real victim all along. I feel so stupid.”

If not the year, then of all time. Nico is a flirt; he is also a lady’s man. Both of those stated are true. But saying them together with out the adding in that he is a fuck boy, a heart breaking, man whore who hits on anything with a pulse? Well like I said understatement. He has turned flirting into an art form. He barely knows when he does it anymore. I have never seen anyone turn him down. And if they do it doesn’t last long. I have seen him pull women, and men alike. Men that you would never even think swung that way. When you ask him if they did, he just tells you. “Even swings for Nico.” Give you his cocky smile and shrugs. As far as I know everyone gets one ride on Nico’s dick, much

"Oh." "He's a sociopath," Nicolai continued, his voice grim. "He lacks any real empathy, any sense of right and wrong. And when he feels threatened, he strikes back viciously." She reached out, her hand finding his. "So, this is personal for him. It's not just about power or money." "No," Nicolai agreed, sitting beside her and entwining their fingers. "It's deeply personal. He sees me as an obstacle, someone who stands in his way. And now, with you..." He trailed off, not wanting to voice his fears.

Xavier “I have a therapist,” He said. “That’s what she said our problem was.” Mia returned to her window. “And did your therapist tell you that you had a borderline personality disorder?” “I’m not borderline. Those are the guys with patterns of unstable moods and behavior. I’m many things, but I always remain consistent. Those people always have intense episodes of anger, depression, and anxiety. Since I’m always winning, I hold no anger or depression.” “Perhaps, you have a narcissistic personality disorder.”

Ross assured and they backed off but tears brimmed in Mrs Anderson's eyes. “Has it really gotten to this son? I have been waiting the entire day to see you but I couldn't even get access to MY…our company. I never realized how intoxicating or controlling I was. I don't want things to be like this, I hate this and the entire world hates me just as well. Now, I'm trending everywhere with people referring to me as a narcissist. and that's not who I am.” She rambled with her heart heavy from all the commotion of the day. Ross roared up in laughter, “You're not a narcissistic? Really?” He questioned rhetorically.

I was looking forward to seeing Amanda this evening for my daily detention, or as I like to call it, our date. As students scurried towards the front doors in lightning speed, you'd think they were being chased by some armed murderer, I prepared myself for our date- I mean, detention. I'm not exaggerating when I say I sprayed on a new coat of body spray for this ocassion , even took my time to glance at a mirror to assess my appearance , maybe appreciate my handsomeness. God , I was such a good looking guy! How would I know this? Well, I'm a level one narcissist so having an inflated ego is one of my chronic illnesses. That and being a self-entitled ass hole.