Triangulation Narcissist Novels & Stories

"I'm not defending what he did. I'm trying to understand myself. Why part of me isn't angry. Why part of me is..." "Turned on?" "Yes." The word came out broken. Shameful. "He did this terrible thing. He manipulated me. He violated my trust in the most intimate way possible. And I'm still wet for him. I can't stop thinking about him. I tried to make myself come this morning and I couldn't—I literally cannot orgasm without his permission anymore. What does that say about me?" Natasha was quiet for a long moment. "It says you're human," she finally said. "Trauma and arousal can coexist. Violation and desire aren't mutually exclusive. Abusers often create dependency specifically because it confu

My ear rings and I can't make sense of what I'm hearing right now. Of all the things he could choose to be, a narcissist? To play the victim. So what if Hunter's richer? He really isn't worth it. I can't believe I cried over a scum like him. I glare at him, stewing. But then I hear it. “You're just like your mother— selfish and a gold-digging bitch. How much did he pay you—,” I don't think, not for a second. I don't even know how I did it but I do.

I could see her smug little smile, as if silently telling me I was doomed. Anger coiled tight in my chest; he's so unbelievable. First, he had shown me his greatest secret and asked me to keep it. Then he had slept with me and acted like I was his everything. Now he was touching another woman right in front of me. I should have known better. These triplets didn’t care about feelings—they only cared about pleasure. I stood still, watching him. His expression was like he was expecting a reaction from me, daring me to break the silence.

LUCIAN “Fucking bastard.” That was the seventh tabloid I was coming across in the span of ten minutes. Since the events at the summit, Tristan had gone straight to work at making sure all the blogs carried talk of what had happened. DarkMoon Alpha’s violent reaction stuns guest at Summit. Are Lucian’s abusive tendencies finally coming to light? What goes on in the mind of a narcissist?

“Good. That’s probably for the best.” Ruth exhaled slowly, shifting on the couch. “I feel like such an idiot,” she murmured. “I walked into that prison and let him talk to me like he hadn’t caused all of this—like he wasn’t the one who tore everything apart.” Her laugh was bitter. “And the worst part? I think he actually believes his own lies.” “He does,” Christian said matter-of-factly. “Narcissists like him always do. They twist the truth until they’re the heroes in their own tragedies.”

He continued in an attempt to hurt me with his words. And God, have I been so stupid and naive for so long that I didn't see how much of a narcissist this man is? He no longer has control over me and he knows that he has no effect on me anymore so he's trying to hurt me by comparing me to Blair. "Love? Really? You are a narcissist, Mark. You love no one but yourself. You loved how you can control me. You loved how you can turn me into someone I'm not, but when you can no longer do it, you move to someone easier. I know your game now. It took me a long time but I can see you now."

My heart seethed with loathing for him, a deep-rooted detestation that consumed me. He was a master of deception, a pathological liar who reveled in his falsehoods. His narcissism knew no bounds; it was as if he lived in a grandiose world of his own making. Every word he uttered was laced with self-praise, every action he took was an opportunity to glorify himself. Yet, he was blind to the distinction between good and evil.

Along the way, I discovered their fascination with me, and since I've decided to use it to my advantage, I have to continue. Putting on a brave face, I whispered to myself, "Remember, Nathalia, this is for revenge. I won't let them take anything else from me." I met each of them separately, making sure they never crossed paths. It was a dangerous game, but I had to play it with precision. I kept my true feelings hidden, fearing that any hint of emotion would give away my true intentions. One evening, I found myself sitting across from Damien, the eldest triplet. He was the most unpredictable of the three, and I needed to stay one step ahead. Who knows if they have all met and are also playin

I just couldn’t deal with her drama right now when I could barely deal with my own. Scrolling down, I came across Tristan’s name. “So do you miss me yet?” His message read. Was he serious? Instead of him being direct and saying he missed me, he had flipped it. Such a narcissist and full of himself. Obviously he didn’t take me seriously at all. My eyes rolled. I did miss him and he knew it. That’s the problem. Why exactly did I miss him? What was I holding onto? If he really wanted me it would have happened.

I wanted to posture up, but in the back of my mind, I had a fear if he too began to move, that could mean some trouble. ''Um, then that makes all girls the same and they all deserve a punishment, no?'' He had a smile on his face, seemed like he had forgotten about his cheating girlfriend. I don’t know if to feel bad for him or be angry at him, he was just such a narcissist. ''Why are you after me? You have three girls ready to transfer their germs in you but no! You have to bother me.'' I irritatingly expressed it all together. It was an honest complaint, I mean was I a freaking magnet that attracts all the troubles in the world?