The Narcist Novels & Stories

I smirked. "Really?" Nate laughed. "And who might that be?" "There is... someone," I said, starting to get nervous. "You don't know him," "That's fine," Nate smiled. "He knows me, so let me meet him," "He doesn't know you either," "Darling," he took a step closer. "Everyone knows me," Pfft! What a jerk! Narcissist! Self-absorbed prick! I rolled my eyes, desperately wanting to punch him in the face and make a run for it.

Did he enjoy seeing me in the state I was right now? "I am sure I am not the only pervert here..." He didn't bother denying. He was implying that night. Honestly, I wondered why I acted so wild. Did Sinclair's betrayal drive me to damn to the edge? "You don't have to deny the truth or hate your body for the way it reacts. We both know I am gorgeous..." And he was also a narcissist. Painfully he was right. I could only bite my cheeks. "Dear little sunshine...I am certain right now your head is filled with dirty thoughts you would not accept.." he drawled still watching me

Nate was really an asshole and while he was been an asshole, he was also a narcissist. He wanted me to confirm he had said what he said so that he could make sure he passed his message across. Without thinking too much, I burst into a good laughter and I finally caught his face as I broke my laughter, his eyes held a distant sadness and I cleared my throat, forcing myself to go back to work. " I don't know what you want to hear from me, Nate Stuart, " I said, his full name causing wrinkles to form on his forehead. Good. " You said what you said, I heard what I heard, so what's this about? " I asked him and he sighed.

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

"No, I don't have awakenings sadly. I've thought a lot since our first meeting, and I spent a lovely evening with you yesterday, so it hit me." "Hit you?" He hummed. "Yes. I realised that I wasn't treating you like the beautiful soul you are. I was treating you like a game that I have to win. And that's very wrong." Nate shook his head. "That's not how I make friends. You should know that I have a lot of friends because I excel at it." The omega turned to stare at him. "So you're a rich social butterfly slash football player with narcissistic tendencies? Good to know."

I could see her trying to process it, but I didn’t stop. “He’s a narcissist, Pay. Always has been. Everything has to be on his terms. He avoids anything that looks like responsibility. I once brought up marriage, and do you know what he said?” I changed my tone to mimic his voice, “‘Oh, Nella… we can live happily ever after without marriage or kids.’” I rolled my eyes. “Every damn time, he twisted things. Controlled me. Gaslit me.” I paused. “Do you want to know what he got me for my last birthday? A nude portrait of me. Framed. Hung in a museum. A museum.”

He says using the nickname that only he called me. "Tommy..." I whisper in the softest way. My eyes immediately fill with tears and one runs down my face. __ "Please don't do it. Please. I don't want it." I beg as he pulls my underwear down. "I think you do. Being a bad girl on purpose. You want daddy's cock. Naughty girl." He says smirking sadistically. "No Tommy. Stop it. Stop! I don't want it! Stooooop!" I scream.

His narcissism is something that rarely came out except every time. Nate refused to make eye contact with me. He had asked of how my first day went and I answered in a way signifying I didn’t want to be asked any further questions. He couldn’t shake off the growing feeling he had towards me…a feeling he couldn’t give a name to or designate a reason to. Concern? Care? Sympathy? Understanding? Desire?

she murmured right in front of my face, demanding that I entertained her. "You're a pathetic narcissist," I replied weakly, yet it was enough to make her a little annoyed. She twitched her lips a bit before faking another smile like she was not irritated at all. "Well, this narcissist was the one who manage to convince Ricky to marry her. And this narcissist was the one who manage to capture Ricky's bitch and later going to kill her and throw her into the sea. Then, this one narcissist is going to kill Ricky and later be the next ruler of the underworld. So to be frank... this one narcissist isn't that pathetic at all, don't you think?" She seriously asked my opinion to validate her own delu

I just grabbed a ballpen and tightened my grip on it, releasing all my annoyance but it was sticking on my fucking chest like a mighty bond. "I don't get easily attracted to his kind." I burst a loud breath. I met tons of bachelors and billionaires and all they have in common was they think too highly of themselves. As if they were Kings who believe they have all the privileges in the world. I never dreamt of marrying a narcissist, never in my life, no matter how good looking they are. "Then disobey your parents, just how you always do." She laughed with the sarcasm of her joke.