Triangulation Narcissist Novels & Stories

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?

Back and forth. “You imagined it,” I muttered under my breath. “It was the lighting. The music. The champagne.” But the memory burned too clearly, the purple light. It wasn’t symbolic, it wasn’t imagination. It was the mark of the mate bond. Visible only to the bonded pair. I wasn’t supposed to see it. Unless… “Ugh!” Frustration ripped out of me as I dragged both hands through my hair. Maybe this was another one of their games. The triplets had always been dangerous in their own way. Charming when they wanted something. Ruthless when they didn’t get it. Maybe this was some elaborate psychological trap, a cruel manipulation designed to destabilize me.

she said with a cocky grin but his grin overpowered hers because she just knew he was about to say something infuriating. "If you ruined this today.. you knew you were completely doomed. Not just you, your company and your friend. And you would've been the reason. How fun would that have been, that thought made me wish that you actually did fuck up, so I could make you watch your world fall apart," Travis said with his sadistic face put on. It made her whole body crawl with the way he looked at her that she couldn't help look away. She kinda liked it, that look on his face, of rivalry and narcissism. She always used to hate that look on someone's face.

And this girl was exhibiting patterns I couldn’t ignore. Subject: Jane Burns Context: Ongoing unwanted contact and fixation on Zach Dayton. Escalated incidents involving harassment of third parties (myself, work environment). Behavioral Markers (observed directly and indirectly): Narcissistic reframing of past events (i.e., reinterpreting a one-off date as a foundational relationship). Persistent belief in a shared romantic narrative despite no mutual confirmation. The use of social media to project alternate realities, as well as the exaggeration and misrepresentation of current events to fit the victim-perpetrator dichotomy.

Because no matter how irritated or annoyed I choose to be at his reaction to this, I know he’s right. Since I matured enough to know what it means, father has spent his time controlling conversations emotionally, testing how his victims react to pressure and fear before manipulating them, and for the first time, I suddenly feel like I’m seeing the structure underneath it all. If I used to think I knew Jonathan Ellis, well I know him better now. To be a narcissist. A man who is not trying to protect his father, but father, trying to control an outcome. At the thought, my chest tightens, but I compose my expression again and just nod. “O—okay.”

I cried due to hours of extreme stimulation and pleasure, and due to my exhaustion. But I don't understand why he only gets turned on the more I cry. It was last night that I realized that not only was George a narcissist, but he was also a masochist. Because no matter how much I cried, bit him, and dug my nails into his flesh, he never stopped. I finally realized the reason why he always tells me not to stimulate him: it turns out that he would become a beast. It appears that he had been holding back all along and only went all out yesterday.

one thing was clear, they did not want to be disturbed. I flipped to the last page and pulled a pen out of my pocket to sign it when I saw their names boldly written on one side of the agreement. Ronan, Kael and Dante Thornevale. They were triplets?! It should have been obvious, they had identical facial features, and the identical auras to go with it. Something about their intimidating auras proved that they weren't normal wolves, but I knew better than to pry. I signed the document and shoved the pen back into my pocket only to look up and find the long haired triplet.. Ronan, standing in front of me, staring down with his warm breath hitting my forehead.

I realized that I had never seen him like this. Yes, he acted aloof and sometimes irritated. His mood went up and down. But the Nathan that he was now was someone he only showed behind closed doors. He was a narcissistic psychopath and he thought that he could drug me and harm me with no repercussions. Probably like he had done to many others. I still could not keep my eyes open for longer but memories started coming back to me. I remembered my goal and why I was here. I remembered Thomas and how I had left him behind to pursue this plan alone. At the reminder of him, my tongue finally unglued and I whimpered out, “Thomas…”

came out of another relationship which was another traumatized intern, with whom he stayed more than three months among other cases, where he made empty promises, never intending to divorce his wife. Between badges and bandits, he was always flirting with her, helping her in her personal and professional life, in the midst of her secret encounters. Soon their case ceases to be a fleeting romance, even though he still has fleeting relationships with criminals, victims of abusive partners, among other cases of murderers and scammers, everything to then start to have things like this, in which he lied and manipulated, giving faces to a love triangle, when he took advantage of his last 15 years,

“This isn’t funny, Nina. Help me calm him down.” Nina was quiet for a minute before speaking up. “Deacon is livid, and I don’t blame him. Don’t think I can’t feel the feelings you have for Isaiah. We need to nip that in the bud. I would rather not be a part of another love triangle. Though, I would be better at.” I laughed, agreeing with her statement, but this wasn’t a love triangle. True, I love Isaiah, but it’s different from what I feel for James. With James, it came with ease, like breathing. Whereas Isaiah’s came with a lot of complications and trials.