Triangulation Narcissist Novels & Stories

“You’re angry right now, but if I slip my hands into those pants of yours, I’d still find you wet, wouldn’t I? It doesn’t matter that your mother wants this to be real. You’re still turned on by her husband at the end of the day.” My cheeks went red out of embarrassment. Tristan might be annoying, but he was always right, which was why I took another step backward. “Whether I’m turned on or not doesn’t matter.” I spat out. “What matters is that we’re done.” I didn’t wait to hear his response before I rushed out of his office before I ended up making another bad decision. Tristan was a verified psychopath and I was going to lose myself if I kept up with him.

He'd simply recognized what eight months of confinement had already created a weapon so damaged that it would do anything to destroy the people who'd damaged it. "You're a narcissist," Dante said to Vittorio, not Isabella. "You think you're smarter than you are. You think studying me for years gave you insight into how I work. But you're missing the fundamental element." "Which is?" Vittorio asked, still smiling. "I have nothing to lose," Dante said. "I'm not trying to prove anything. I'm not trying to heal from trauma. I'm not trying to make someone love me. I'm just trying to protect my family and maintain my power. Everything else is secondary."

—You said he knows about us, how. —It's more exciting to face someone who already knows what you're capable of. It'll be more thrilling for you, don't you think? Don't you want to level up? Or am I dealing with some clowns pretending to be sadists? —I focus my gaze only on Aitor, who is the easiest to manipulate because of his pathetic narcissism and egocentrism. —We'll wait for the names of your little toys —he replies through his teeth. 'And yes, I've hit your weak spot, Aitor.'

Apparently not knowing what to do. Ynaria looked for something around the room, then she picked up the vase on top of the drawer. Slowly Ynaria walked towards where Trist was as its kept punching Paul in the face. Though Ynaria was trembling with fear, she bravely slapped the vase on Trist's mound. Trist quickly collapsed because of what she did, but she wasn't convinced Trist had fainted because she knew her could still commit a crime. So Ynaria hit the vase on Trist's head again.

I committed many atrocities all in the name of my so-called love fantasies for Tristan. Bad companies and Bad influence had messed with my head all through my life and had made me even more crazy, just the way I preferred it, but I had always been pretending to be the sweet angel in everyone else's eyes until now. I was soaked in the devil’s blood and could do anything to have what I wanted. Now I wanted Tristan and for good this time. Hazel was certainly not going to be a stumbling block in my way.

He doesn't care about anyone else. “Face it father, you don't care about me or Nathan or Ethan. You only care about yourself and that's never going to change, you know why? Because a narcissist never changes.” And apparently, that was the final straw for dad because he got up, slammed his fist on the table then started yelling “You crossed the line!”

“After all the crap you been through you still in here hugged up with this young ass boy. Are you that desperate Edily?” I looked up at my mother who was standing over me hands on her hips, tapping her foot like she used to do before going ballistic and beating the crap out of me. Smitty was worse and far more frequent, but Mama had her days and share of whippings too. Nothing could bring me to comprehend why she wouldn't back the hell off and leave me alone. It was as if she was driving her point of being a shitty parent home. I couldn't take it anymore. She was beyond cynical at this point. Is this really how narcissists react when they've been bagged into a corner of their lies catching u

It wasn't until I pulled in the driveway, that I was able to calm myself down long enough to realize what had just happened. Noah is a narcissist, someone who craves power. He was never violent; I guess every situation can change someone; I'm not making excuses for him, but damn. I looked in the mirror again to see if he had followed with a car or something, but there was nothing but an empty road.

“As if the world doesn’t already have enough suffering, those two clowns wanted to mass- produce fentanyl and distribute it across the city.” I inhale sharply. “That’s insane.” “Not just insane, but needlessly cruel. The two of them checked off all three boxes for the Dark Triad – narcissism, psychopathy, and Machiavellianism. You get a lot of psychopathy in the Bratva, a bit of narcissism, but rarely all three at once. Yes, Vanya and Feliks are real pieces of work, but once I found out their little plan to separate from our Family, I made quick work of Feliks. Vanya fled the state, and I thought that might be the end of it.”

She’d find it hard to argue with him whilst he f-ked her with his fingers. “What happens to a Triquetra when their mate only wants one of them?” He continued with the explanation. “Jealousy and envy arise amongst the unwanted males, inciting competition, awaking instinct. Alphas fight for the female that they want, and suddenly a harmonious bond designed to strengthen the pack becomes fractured, plagued with in-fighting and arguments - a liability,” he told her as he pressed his fingers against her g-spot, avoiding her clit with its fresh piercing.