The Narcist Novels & Stories

But the embarrassment of explaining the reasons for his disgusting attitude could not let him say anything. 'How would he say the same Anna was still the cause of everything.' "But I am willing to change. I agree that I have been a narcissist bastard, irritating man, and heartless jerk, and I am willing to make up for every heartless attitude that I have exhibited. I will learn and work on myself. I will become a better person," he pleaded.

“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.”

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.”

"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.

“Nasha, please, forgive me. I am very sorry. Can’t you see that it was just a mere mistake!” The sound of the word “mere mistake” rumbled through her stomach like someone who was suffering from diarrhea. Then her furiousness sparked like fire as she struggled out from Richardson’s hands, and when she managed to let loose of his grip, she sent two resounding slaps to his face. And Richardson staggered aback as he covered his cheek with his two palms. Nasha had known Richardson to be a narcissist because of too many privileges that he received from being noble. Richardson Gregory is the son of a wealthy businessman and one of the top tiers in the states, also owes a lot of companies in the sta

This owner has Fertine’s matching necklace. Hera will blame him if what she wants doesn’t happen. Another thing is that it is embarrassing on his part; if he finds out there is a problem with him, it will spread throughout the campus. And that’s the last thing he wants. He is used to the news about his future womanizer, but he cannot accept the information about his shame and his lack of pleasing women. As to what his name is, he’s wild. Wilder than they could ever imagine.

the girl said. “That sorry nerd looked so dull next to him,” another woman's voice said. Such gossip. This didn’t even affect me in the least. “Nico is a dangerous man. I am worried about this geeky nerd.” The meek sound of another woman joined in. There was silence for a few seconds. “She is right. Nico is a handsome guy. A dangerous one. He doesn’t spare anyone if you cross him, piss him off, or lie to him. I think that guy is a psychopath.”

“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.

“Wait till he’s done with you and the company.” I shrug. “Not like I own a fortune he can't live without.” He returns the napkin to his pocket and bends to my level. “Narcissists make their victim feel like they are nothing… like a worthy prize only because you’re attached to them.” He clicks his tongue. “In due course, you'll know why you’re the chase.” Then he stands upright and flaps his lab coat. “With me, you get a better advantage…” “And death.” My anger finds its way to the surface. “If you think that you’d get away with killing my sister, think again.”

I had just been too stupid and blind to realize the difference between the two of them. They were both cocky, charismatic, sensual, fun, sexy, and gorgeous. But the boy was tender and romantic, and would have given anything to keep me by his side. The man was narcissistic, impetuous, addicted to ever-increasing highs – of attention from women, of adulation from his fans, of acting like an asshole. And I had just been another drug for his addiction. Idiot. Idiot. IDIOT. Like a recurring dream that turns into a nightmare, I kept coming back again and again to our heartbreaking conversation at the very end: