The Narcist Novels & Stories

Nathaniel’s Obsession Nathaniel could not believe his luck when Pedro walked into the house with a crying woman. Alfonso’s woman. He didn’t even have to put any effort to get her. He watched from the camera how she didn’t struggle. He already told Hannah to prepare a room for her and the child. They moved back into their house a few days ago. There was no point in them staying in the apartment any longer. She held her son tightly as if she didn’t want anything happening to him. There was nothing Nathaniel disliked so much other than children. They made one vulnerable to everything in life. Now, the child was going to be in his way. He also saw it as an advantage if he looked deeply into it.

he laughed again. "Why do you keep saying sex? It's make love baby. Sex is just for whore. We love each other so it's make love." he's laughing a little still, but he stands up and go to my place. He hugged me so tight. "I love you, I love you, I love you… And our baby too…" he whispered to my ear. He hold my hands and played a little. "You know that there's so many bad things happened into our life, Specifically to the both of us. I made so many bad things to the point that I become obsessed and stalked you… You're not the only one who called me psycho because I really am… There's this five men that I nearly killed because they betrayed me. I almost lose my sister and that's the start why I

My mind went blank as I wondered what the hell was he thinking sending the soul of the party to keep my company instead of coming by himself. "Why couldn't he just come ?", I argued. Conor shook his head. "Well, you've to wait for the answers to reveal. Until then, let me tell you a story." He gestured for me to sit down on the nearby couch. "It's a story about a man who had everything he could ever ask for but still couldn't resist the allure of one woman. One woman, for whom he would do anything. For this woman, he was ready to do whatever she wanted and what she wanted was nothing. All she wanted was to be away from him because, to her, he was a narcissistic, selfish a*ss. My apologies fo

She will forever be Team Margot, but at least, she wouldn’t hate me too much. Argh! What if Beatrice was a total bitch? What if no matter what I say or do to bond with her, nothing would change because she had already written me off? What if she was one of those monster sisters I read about, who have narcissistic personality disorders? These people lie. They lie to make themselves look good and make others look the opposite. They lie to destroy years, even decades of friendships. They are expert manipulators. They often appear friendly, overly helpful, sympathetic, and charming. They do anything to get others to like them, so people accept them into a group—even at the expense of their famil

"But, I notice something.” “Something what?” Dianne worried again. “I'm always handsome in every photo posted." Nicolas grinned innocently. Diane rolled her eyes. Even though this man has amnesia, it turns out that his narcissism cannot be lost. Irritating. "Dianne, if I had a company that big, I should have a few close associates taking care of me, don't you think?" asked Nicolas using his logic. Diane nodded. "Yes, you have a close friend who is the deputy director."

“You might be worse than your crazy brother if you don’t get why I’m not content to change your sheets and make you breakfast while I wait for you to sell me at some godforsaken auction.” His eyes narrow at me, and he takes a menacing step forward. Of course, my courage only goes so far, so I skitter backward toward the door. If I made a run for it, he’d probably chase me down to assert his dominance again. I’ve seen it a hundred times before. Men who need to be in charge of every tiny thing, and when the barest hint of control slips, it’s as if the entire world has crumbled around them. My sister called those kinds of men narcissists. And I don’t doubt for a minute that Nicolo fits that bil

James was a real piece of work, and he absolutely messed me up in the worst ways possible. I know that Thea was right when she said he was a narcissist, but I didn't realize how deep he had his claws in me until it was far too late. Maybe I was just desperate, just wanted someone to love me so much... and he made me feel loved. Well, sometimes. When it was good, it was good, but when it was bad, it was the worst thing I've ever experienced in my life.

Typical narcissist. “Come in,” Dane ordered. The tent flap moved as Nate walked in, bowing respectfully to the Alpha. “Well, look at that. The nerd has arrived,” Nora remarked, a mischievous smirk dancing on her lips. “You two know each other?” Ashley asked, glancing between them. “Forgive me for not introducing myself properly earlier, Luna,” Nate said, offering a warm smile. “I am Nate, Alpha Dane’s favorite nephew and his personal assistant.” “It’s a pleasure, Nate,” Ashley replied with a genuine smile.

She asked in disbelief, she seemed to be enjoying the gossip, it was a bit cute watching her eyes grow like saucers at the mention of each juicy detail. "Yes." I said "That's horrible." She had a disgusted expression on her face now "To me, his quite the nuisance, I'm sure his father would agree. All he does is spend money, earn the bare minimum at whatever job it is he does and goes around sleeping with anything in a skirt, and his full of himself" I said rather harshly. If he wanted to be a womanizer, he should have at least been a one with some level of class. "Narcissist." Hanna said softly under her breathe, her eyes wondered down to the plate.

Finally, his boss will not let things slide that easily, especially when it involves his fortunes! "Old man, I never thought that you’d call me even at your deathbed! What do you need? You need my help?" Nathan’s narcissistic voice echoed so loudly on the balcony that even house cleaners from afar could not help but stumble on their feet. His domineering voice had a mysterious, alluring, and yet dangerous tone that made it so irresistible for both men and women. As they both cowered from his reticent attitude, they could not stop being drawn into misery.