The Narcist Novels & Stories

"If I wanted time alone with my sweetheart, and I knew the law was after me, where would I go?" "What is that? Some kind of profiler trick?" "It's easy to get into some of their heads, but Daniel is more complex. Usually we're dealing with a sociopath, mum issues, a sadist, someone who has a single driving trait. Daniel...he's a mix. He's a narcissist, yet he hasn't made contact with us. It's like he doesn't even care about us, so who is it he wants to pay attention to him?" "Bliss said he talked a lot about his subjects."

She could not help but sound very depressed. “Haha! Of course, there could always be people like that out there. It is, but however, very rare. Another situation that could rule out that possibility is if that person is narcissistic. Such people go as far as to take out massive loans just so they can appear wealthy and powerful. The fact is, these are usually the paupers!” replied Sister Xabi. Sister Xabi seemed to have hailed from a relatively well-to-do background. Sara nodded fiercely.

They are not as strong as us, physically and mentally they are very inferior, while they are so weak and narcissistic that they are only fit to be our slaves ‘ Before Caspian could ask what that meant Tegan turned to him and said impatiently, ‘Narcissistic means they only think of themselves, Caspian, you should know that because it sums up your father in one word. ’ Caspian frowned, he liked to have the last word and he hated it when she insulted his father even though he agreed with her,

a whole lot less as the seconds went by, but Nick kept on talking about things about him. Maybe this date was not all in vain, because as Nick's therapist, I started seeing things about him. Things that he had managed to keep hidden away from me in the office during our sessions. I found out that he was a Narcissistic, self-absorbed man. He wanted everything to be about him. I listened as he spoke of his achievements from a young age and how he got even better and richer than his teachers. "- Oh, the meal is here." He said as three waiters approached our table with huge trays propped on their hands.

"No one else dies because of this stunt." Rosalia’s name hung between us unspoken for a moment, the air congealing. Elvis’s lips compressed. "We build the bait around her tonight," he said. "Not her, precisely. A scent that screams vulnerability. The kind of scent he'd kill to smell. Then we watch. He won't be able to resist. Narcissists can't."

"When I confront her?" "I think she'll gloat about how brilliant she is." Nate's voice was hard. "But she will also try to make you believe it was all for your own good. That she was saving you from a loveless marriage or some bullshit like that. Narcissists always do; they rewrite history so they're the hero of their own story." "I want to get her so bad."

That annoying guttural laughter: "She's lying, of course. You should know Lisa by now. I miss you, Selene. I miss our family." “No!” I shoved him. I shoved him back with so much force that he stumbled. But he regained his stance immediately. “No?” “I have always been the good wife, the perfect daughter. The obedient one. I have had to play small. To diminish my dreams to make you happy, Tom. I thought doing right by you would get you to love me. But Omo grew worse day by day. You are so selfish. "Self-conceited" I clutched my hair with my fingers. "You are crazy, Tom."

He started teasingly but seeing that Sophia was in no mood for play he continued seriously. “I am NewYork most Successful billionaire. I have much power than ministers themselves in the country. I am every women wild fantasy married or unmarried—.” “Stop praising yourself and tell me what you do , like , dislikes, hobby and details about profession. I didn’t asked you about your illicit affairs!” Sophia said annoyed and Nathan pursed his lips together seeing how possessive she was for him and how jealous she act. “I like Italian food and also horse riding. I hate cheater and liar and well you should know this thing about your husband especially. I am NewYork most feared mafia leader. I own t

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