Triangulation Narcissist Novels & Stories

“All we have to do, or should I say, all ‘I’ have to do, is find this Arnold guy and everything will be settled. He crossed his legs as he leaned back on his chair. Jane’s face brightened up, she looked at him with so much passion. To her he was a knight in shining armor. “You’re going to help me?” Jane asked excitedly. “Well, I am the head of security, so it’s basically just me doing my job.” He replied condescendingly. Jane pouted for a second. Alice still looked worried, but her fears were for a different reason. “But how are going to find him? Especially when no one can reach him.”

“I’ve had a few conversations with someone Aurora was friends with until the 9th grade. She said Aurora was fine until about the 7th or 8th grade when she started to notice people that had more than she did. More stuff, more name brand stuff, that kind of thing. She became jealous of those people, and was determined to get those things for herself, but not through working for it. She learned to be manipulative, and do what she could to get what she wanted. Once she had it with my dad she rubbed it in everyone’s face. When my mom came along she lost those things. She couldn’t hold over anyone’s head that she had things others didn’t. She was jealous of my mom, and angry that her life changed

Right now, he can only entrust his instinct and his sharp observation that he relied on so many years chasing that jerk. J is always alone. He preferred to sit alone rather than sitting in a crowded place. Because of his narcissistic personality, J always felt his standing and views is different from normal people. Rather than calling those people friends or acquaintances, it more precise to call them insignificant objects. J didn't regard normal people as human, but rather a toy to demean, to play, and to torture. Even he(Ryan) served as J's favorite toy, and not as a police officer that tried to apprehend him.

They had been so supportive and truly a gift to me, they made me go through countless therapy and wasted real resources to help me get better. "You know you will break mum's heart if you tell her this," Lucas replied to me. I already knew that she had treated me like her birth daughter and wanted the best for me, she was also my mum's friend and wanted me to fulfill all the fantasies my dead mum had for me.

It can only give me the relief which I want. Truth. Light. Acceptance. And. Confession. Unfortunately, I was too late to figure it out. I kept knitting the web of lies which made it hard for me to come out of my own trap when I could easily release myself, breaking the web and accepting who I truly was. I was selfish. I was a manipulator. I was a narcissist. I was a liar. And I ended up being an abuser, a harasser and an almost home wrecker to dozens of women in the past.

“We f-ked up. You were right then – I was so wrapped up in myself, in my problems, that I couldn’t think of others, and you guys couldn’t talk to me freely so it’s not fair to have expected it from you. But you didn’t know that I could read your thoughts, and I didn’t tell you, and I also didn’t use what I could do to discover what you weren’t telling me. I never dug, I just expected it to be… told to me.” “I smashed in the face and knocked most of the teeth out of a guy called Shaun,” he said softly. “About a year before you came. Because he was human and he f-ked with a she-wolf. I hated him for that, I was outraged, furious, and I would have killed him, I think. But… I couldn’t see it the

"Is this another interrogation?" "No." Tristan shook his head, his expression unusually serious. "I figured something out." He picked up the phone, unlocked the screen, and tapped open the messaging app. "These 99 profiles were technically you, but none of them represented the whole you." His gaze lingered on the grid of profile pictures on the screen. "Maisie was too sweet. WildRose was too intense. MidnightConfidant was too rational. They were all versions of you shaped around whatever I wanted at the time."

It continued till I watched him become withdrawn, sad, unfocused, and fucking miserable. Thinking back to those times made my chest ache but I am glad that they are over now and he's back to himself. His normal happy, jovial, teasing behavior was infectious just like Amara's, and then the thought of them being perfect for each other rose again which caused an ache in my belly, what if they both realize and get together? While all these went on, she cheated and intensified her abuse blaming everything on him as a typical narcissist would. She sexually assaulted him many times after drugging him.

My devotion as a wife over those eight years meant absolutely nothing to him. "Damn it, so you’ve got the guts to stand up to me now, huh?" He tried to intimidate me, hoping I would lose my nerve and tremble with fear. I knew him better than anyone—better even than his own mother did. Simon was a master at manipulating people's emotions; he was a narcissist who always believed he was right and entitled to everything.

“ If he is going through the worst it is because of me, I will not escape my consequences…. “ Sasha! “ I'm not going anywhere. “ I sat down on the bed again, trying to remain calm. She was lost and thought about what he was going through. That woman.. She's a psychopath, she deceived me. She entered my store, pretending to be someone else just to gain my trust. She lied and said she had a daughter with mental problems, to get closer to me. I never understood why all this happened! But whatever, she's crazy. She was the one who sent me to this place when I tried to escape, she felt like she owned me and I couldn't make friends with anyone but her. So she couldn't think what she would do with