The Narcist Novels & Stories

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?

Right now, he can only entrust his instinct and his sharp observation that he relied on so many years chasing that jerk. J is always alone. He preferred to sit alone rather than sitting in a crowded place. Because of his narcissistic personality, J always felt his standing and views is different from normal people. Rather than calling those people friends or acquaintances, it more precise to call them insignificant objects. J didn't regard normal people as human, but rather a toy to demean, to play, and to torture. Even he(Ryan) served as J's favorite toy, and not as a police officer that tried to apprehend him.

I didn’t comment on it and picked it up before going back to the bathroom. “Now you look more like a girl,” he said, nodding to himself when he saw me as if he took pride in the dress that he chose. Now I can see that he isn’t just controlling and ruthless. He’s also a narcissist. Someone who believes everything he does is right. “Dry your hair and wear those shoes,” he pointed to the box in the vanity table with a jerk of his head. “And don’t forget to wear the ring.” Before I could ask what ring he was talking about because he never gave me one, he went to the door and went out.

She said. I let out a soft laugh, taking another sip of my coffee. "Let them keep thinking everything is fine. Nysa is probably sitting at home right now, sweating over the fact that Dario has ignored her.” "She is definitely losing her mind," Dario said , his voice low. "Narcissists hate being ignored more than anything. Give them an inch of attention and they swallow the whole hook." he said.