Triangulation Narcissist Novels & Stories

“Just confirming what I already knew.” Nathaniel was not just facing legal consequences anymore. He was facing psychological collapse. The very identity he built on dominance and possession had been stripped, and the woman he thought he owned now stood untouchable, not because of me, not because of protection…But because she had outgrown him entirely. And nothing destroys a narcissist faster than becoming irrelevant to the person they obsessed over.

She heard Tristan chuckled at her words and she once again turned to look at him. Gorgeous jerk! "Keep telling lies to yourself, wifey. " He said and smiled at her innocently. She hated her nickname that he gave her. " I am everyone's type." He said and winked at her before standing up and walking towards the kitchen. He is narcissistic and he has every right to be narcissistic. Who wouldn't if they had a face like him?

His tone of speech gives the impression that he is really angry. When he speaks to me, I recall the night when he was on me and I felt his strength inside of me. He spoke what he wanted to say, and I was like the one who needs to trust him. His power on me isn't simple to refuse. I have a tendency to get obsessive about things, and when I hear his voice so close to my ear, it makes me want to be his slave again and over again without ever stopping. each challenge was met and overcome by the two of us, but it was only the beginning since David desired me so much that my father, as is customary, welcomed him as my life partner. The battle between two alphas is the most dangerous and bloodiest

I was so annoyed that I didn't listen and just assumed the position alongside him, glaring at this man who wants to throw me out because I made the effort to trail behind him. He snorted. Nonetheless, he didn't say anything else than heavy, agonizing gasps. Agony, indeed. I'm not sure whether I misjudged his presence, but I don't think so right now. If they have one thing in common, it's mischief and suffering. Plus the desire for power and danger. The Tri-Alpha is both dangerous and mischief. They made me feel bad about their doings but the justification once I learned the truth about them makes me want to see their purpose in all of the shit that they are doing.

"That's not happening." "I'm doing everything I can to prevent it. But her family… your father and stepmother, they've already hired one of the best defense attorneys in New York. This guy's gotten three clients off on insanity pleas in the last five years. He's good, Nate. Really good. And he's going to make Trish look like a victim of her own mental illness instead of a calculating criminal." "She's not insane." Nate's voice was rising now. "She's a narcissist. There's a difference." His father was playing against him, and it was a game he would lose.

The challenge was a turn on. Ichika’s voice echoed in my mind, all those conversations about human behavior and trauma and pathology. Erlan was the perfect storm—a textbook narcissist with the dangerous charm of a psychopath, brilliant enough to read people and twisted enough to use it against them. He had no moral compass whatsoever. I had to be careful. Excruciatingly careful. I sucked in a steadying breath. “Don’t pretend you don’t like this push and pull between us,” I murmured.

"Put the left one in. It acts as a receiver and a microphone. You’ll hear us, and we’ll hear everything you say. It’s undetectable unless he physically checks your ear canal." I took the earring and slid it into my piercing. It was light and elegant. "Testing," Dante said softly. His voice echoed clearly in my head, rather than my ear. It was jarring. "I hear you," I said. "Good." Nico approached me, towering over the sofa and blocking the projector's light. "The plan relies on one variable. Him believing you." "He wants to believe me," I replied, looking up at him. "He’s a narcissist, Nico. He thinks his bloodline is irresistible. He thinks I’m a confused girl looking for her daddy."

Toward the realization that obsession this deep never surrendered quietly. And suddenly…I understood exactly why Adrian had begun placing invisible protection around us. Because Camilla DiCarpo was running out of emotional exits. And cornered narcissists did not simply lose gracefully. They escalated.

I am in the house I spent my entire adult life building a multi-billion dollar wall against. "I am not leaving this property," she screams, though the sound fractures into a weak, pathetic screech. "I came here to show your father the results. I lost the weight, Orland. Look at me!" It is the same tragic, toxic loop. She looks like a shell of human. All bones and air. So painfully skinny. I hold no personal bias against natural body variations, but watching a woman intentionally destroy her physical health to satisfy the psychological whim of a narcissist makes my blood run cold.

I seriously had no idea marking could be done without being intimate but, oh well. After spending more than thirty minutes in the bathtub, I finally got out and did the remaining necessary things I had to and left the bathroom. Now, I feel less sore. Time to begin with the plan, there is no time to waste. I have had enough fun and now it's time to make that man suffer. He humiliated me and I will do the same to him. With these new found powers inside of me, I'm sure I can take him out. I went in search of the triplets around the cabin, silently hoping they were all in one place so I wouldn't have to bother myself with searching for the rest.