The Narcist Novels & Stories

Some people sitting on the sofas turned to look at him as he entered. He moved through the bustling club with an air of superiority. This is what happened the first time he brought me out of here. A head-turning billionaire, pretending to be good in the public eye. A narcissistic billionaire who carefully protects his image and reputation. He knows he's in control here. He makes people believe he's a good person by sprinkling and feeding them believable lies in his magazines, saying he supports and donates money to charity, and even has an orphanage at his house.

he said simply. “You do all your business deals based on luck?” “Some.” He glanced at the room, relishing in the sight of his fortress of evil. “A little bit of luck got me here, you know.” “I think the word you’re looking for is ‘narcissism.’” Ahint of humor sparkled in his eyes. “That too.” I refused to say the word “luck” again because if anyone deserved to have a piano fall on their head while they walked down Wall Street, it was this man. So, I improvised with sarcasm.

She is a narcissist, self-centered, egotistical maniac, and every word coming out of her mouth sickens Fallon to the core. Fallon sat in front of the vanity mirror, her face bathed in a soft, golden hue. Her fingers hovered over an old scar beneath her jawline—one of many she’d earned. Her reflection stared back with detached calm, the image of a woman who had reinvented herself into something colder. Sharper. Controlled. But inside, something else stirred. Nathan entered the room, uninvited, holding a folder in one hand. “He’s digging again.” “Who?” She questioned.

" Clarked was puzzled as Rachel pulled him to sit with her in the sitting room. She showed him Christy's page and every single post she posted about him. The comments and number of likes. The way she showed obsession, her unhealthy way of liking and commenting on his photos, and her neutral posts about his life and businesses. How she was following all his employed heads of different departments of his company and how she followed his company's main social media page. Christy was a sociopath. " We need to inform the police about her, I feel unsafe." " NO, NO.... I am going to have a word with her tomorrow. If she continues then we will involve the police.". Rachel bawled Rachel told a blatan

Every sip just reminded me of my friends and how Freya and I would always gang up against Damien. I won’t lie deep down, it hurts to wake up all alone. The idiot just played me , black mailed me , love bombed me and ghosted me in a matter of a couple of hours which sounds like a narcissistic behavior if you ask me. Talk about dealing with an overbearing narcissist. The sound Of the bedroom door opening caught my full attention as I arose from the bed only to roll my eyes and fall back down to the bed the moment I saw the maid from earlier entering with her escort.

I realized that I had never seen him like this. Yes, he acted aloof and sometimes irritated. His mood went up and down. But the Nathan that he was now was someone he only showed behind closed doors. He was a narcissistic psychopath and he thought that he could drug me and harm me with no repercussions. Probably like he had done to many others. I still could not keep my eyes open for longer but memories started coming back to me. I remembered my goal and why I was here. I remembered Thomas and how I had left him behind to pursue this plan alone. At the reminder of him, my tongue finally unglued and I whimpered out, “Thomas…”

that’s Nathan, always has self-confidence above average. “You want to know?” Nathan nodded quickly. “Because you are an arrogant people, yoy stylish, emotional, lazy,…” “Shit, Nay. That’s it,” Nathan’s face looked wrinkled, but he realized that what Nayla had mentioned was his nature. “And ...,” Nayla paused for a moment. “Still available? That’s my shortcoming what is the shopping list? That’s a lot right,” Natha scratched her head. “There’s one more thing, your self-esteem and narcissism is high, it makes me crazy. Eh, I forgot, one more thing. You are too lazy to study at school,” even though Nathan is handsome and rich, he is one of the students with the lowest grades in the class.

But what truly caught my attention was Bryan. The bastard looked far too pleased, his lips curved in that self-satisfied smirk that made me want to wipe it off his face permanently. He actually thought this little revelation about the mark had tilted the odds in his favor. I could see it in his expression, in the way his chest puffed slightly, like a peacock flaunting its feathers. He thought he could win Kelly back. How pathetic. Bryan Shamrock was the kind of man who could stare at a pile of ashes and still convince himself there was fire. A classic narcissist. Blind to his own rot. He’d driven his Pack into ruin, lost his wife, and still had the audacity to believe himself the victim.

Of course, I tweaked the numbers to show him how much trouble we were in. I have dealt with him my entire life. He is a narcissistic man who will only relax and open himself up if he believes he is holding the high ground. So, I chose to present the number that would paint in his mind the idea that the realm would start suffering shortly. This would allow his plans to create chaos, allowing him to plan a coup to overthrow Aelfred efficiently.