Triangulation Narcissist Novels & Stories

"Is this true?" "They broke into my property. This is all stolen......" "We have more," I said and pulled out a document I stole from Sage when their last plans failed with Victoria and read aloud: "Patient shows narcissistic tendencies, lack of empathy, manipulative behavior patterns. Recommends long-term treatment." "Her own therapist diagnosed her." I concluded. Victoria looked around and discovered she was trapped cos the crowd was already swelling. "This is all circumstantial. None of it proves anything about what's happening now....." She tried to defend herself.

I was hoping that manipulating him would let him leave me alone. “You're joking with me right?” Nicholas questioned me. “I had my guards turn this whole pack upside down and we could not find you. Where were you hiding? I'm your husband. I own you! I have the right to question you of your whereabouts. I don't care if you were crying or not!” My eyes widened when Nicholas said those words. I always knew he was full of himself but I didn't know that his narcissistic traits were this terrible. He was slowly revealing himself to me.

Did he enjoy seeing me in the state I was right now? "I am sure I am not the only pervert here..." He didn't bother denying. He was implying that night. Honestly, I wondered why I acted so wild. Did Sinclair's betrayal drive me to damn to the edge? "You don't have to deny the truth or hate your body for the way it reacts. We both know I am gorgeous..." And he was also a narcissist. Painfully he was right. I could only bite my cheeks. "Dear little sunshine...I am certain right now your head is filled with dirty thoughts you would not accept.." he drawled still watching me

"I never liked you anyway. You were just an easy target to use, Eden. That's what they're doing to you. I don't know why they would bother, but when they see how weak and easily manipulated you are, they'll leave you in the dust, too." Wiping my many tears, I cough, shaking all over. I know there hasn't been love between us in a long time, but we were in love once, or so, I thought. I just wanted to be appreciated and acknowledged, something I never got from my last foster family. I see it now. I've chosen a narcissist just like my foster father. They pretend to love me when it benefits them, but the minute I hurt their feelings, or make one decision they don't agree with, I'm exiled to the

She's been determined to drop ten pounds to get her on again, off again boyfriend James to come back. No matter how much I tell her the guy is toxic, she just won't listen to me. I'm a thousand percent certain - and it pains me to say that, because I'm actually good at math - he's a narcissist, but she doesn't want to hear that, and she reminds me that I'm not a therapist every time I say something negative about him.

My parents were a part of a Triad that were the only ones that had a single Triad baby that lived. I have two sisters, Emerald age seventeen and Nephrite age sixteen, and one brother, Zircon age twelve. I was the only true Triad child of all three of our parents. “Sapphire. We are not trying to make you do something that you don’t want to do, but if you want to find your mate this is something you will have to do. The High Priestess and Dravo Darkfang will be going with you and Maxia Voltage and a few knights. We do hope that you will go with them and find where you are needed and belong,” Alpha Logan said as Luna Morgan came up to me and embraced me softly.

But then, I was going to use it against him and was probably going to ride in one of his cars if he would let me. I kept on justifying all my deeds with the fact that he had first taken advantage of me while I was intoxicated. Not only that, he had clips of the moment to use against me. He had gone so low at first, and that made my decision just a way of returning the favor he had first shown. “You're the bomb, Tamika...” Psyching myself up was a routine part of my subtly narcissistic personality. It helped get my confidence in place for what was about to happen.

He could still picture her face from earlier, the way she had looked surprised and grateful when he had brought her those shoes, the way she had smiled at him with such genuine warmth. She was different from anyone else in his life. When he was with her, he could almost pretend to be the person she thought he was, just a caring friend who looked out for her. But he knew it was more than that. He wanted her in a way that went beyond friendship, beyond simple attraction. He wanted to possess her, to be the only person who mattered in her world. But the only problem was the triplet. As if summoned by his thoughts, Zach spotted Irish and Zayn deep in conversation across the street.

Egotistical, maniacal… asshole. I didn't make him hit me or beat me. I didn't make him threaten me or berate me. These were the hidden desires of a narcissist. One whom I had no idea how to escape. An old sewage drain sat in the corner below stacks of old crates and boxes. Every night I took pieces of broken cement and scraped at the circular opening of the rusted manhole cover. And every night after my calloused fingers bled from the constant digging and prying, I would give up. Then I’d try again the next night.

Natalie exhaled slowly, like she’d just been handed a missing puzzle piece. “Good,” she said. I turned to her, startled. “Good?” “Not morally,” she clarified. “Legally.” My heart dropped. “If that’s true,” she continued calmly, “and if we can prove it—timelines, communication, financial support—then Tom’s narrative takes a hit. Stability. Credibility. Judgment.” I swallowed. “I don’t have proof.” “Yet,” she said. “But we don’t need a confession. We need something concrete. Something verifiable.”