Triangulation Narcissist Novels & Stories

Tristain lied, his left eye already swollen and red; I had hit him in the right spot. "Coward, that's who you are." I snapped. “You’re the manipulative one here." Tristain muttered in anger. “I asked you? ”. I asked again, perplexed he was lying to my face. What sort of demon have I been exchanging fluid with?. "Prostitute." Tristain cursed under his breath. Pro what?. I could swear I didn't hear him right, but then his voice echoed in my head. How did I fall for a liar and a gaslighter?.

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…”

And when they did, when their trust in each other faltered and their alliances fractured, I would step in, silent as the night itself, and claim what was mine. The triplets were a complication, no doubt. Ronan, Keiran, and Elias—all of them were a distraction. They were strong, too strong to be left unchecked. But I knew their weaknesses. Keiran, always the one who seemed closest to Ivy, was a fool. He believed his loyalty would save him, but loyalty meant nothing when power was at stake. Elias, the quiet one, the one who hid in the background, was a liability. He was too unpredictable, too impulsive. And Ronan—Ronan was the wildcard. The one who wanted power more than the others. He was the

“That is a long story. I found him useful and he is committed to me.” “What if he is just hiding?” “I understand your concern. No I e likes being used the wrong way. I would like for you to open your heart and give him that benefits of doubt. I am sure he has seen himself and he is readily available to work on who he is.” “Matt is not one to change easily. A narcissist will always be one.” “I know but we can't know except we try.” “For your sake, I will give him benefits of doubts i just hope I don't end up in tears.”

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.

I was looking forward to seeing Amanda this evening for my daily detention, or as I like to call it, our date. As students scurried towards the front doors in lightning speed, you'd think they were being chased by some armed murderer, I prepared myself for our date- I mean, detention. I'm not exaggerating when I say I sprayed on a new coat of body spray for this ocassion , even took my time to glance at a mirror to assess my appearance , maybe appreciate my handsomeness. God , I was such a good looking guy! How would I know this? Well, I'm a level one narcissist so having an inflated ego is one of my chronic illnesses. That and being a self-entitled ass hole.

"He wasn't good for you, Caroline. You deserve better, and we have talked about this. Your happiness should NEVER come second." My heart warms. "Yeah... Jonatan first tried to change my personality, then after the fire and I became less... vibrant? Then he voiced how unhappy he was with my appearance. Just a few comments here and there, yet... it really hurt. But I felt crazy for calling him out, you know?" She nods in understanding. "That's how narcissists work, honey. A few comments here and there. Not too much for you to notice, but enough for your self-confidence to crumble. Its signs of typical verbal abuse used to control another person."

He always had a way of making me feel better. I knew what he was saying was true and that he was only looking out for me but it’s hard to avoid someone when you share classes with them. “I know that, but it’s not as easy as you make it sound…if I could move to a different continent all together I would” I tell him quietly. “It’s as easy as that…how many times will he hurt you and break you till you finally see him for what he is?…a narcissistic, sadistic, egoistic, and self-centered bastard.” he stands up and starts pacing, seeming frustrated.