Selfish Desires Novels & Stories

"Is it selfish that I want more.?" . *

He asked back. "Of course! I am excited to see—" "Oh yeah, Mavin, of course." He interrupted. "I mean, I am excited to see your parents. Can we drop the topic about me crushing on your older brother?" I asked him. He shook his head. "No way." He replied. Why did I even say that in the first place? And now, Steven is showing me that my taste is horrible. In the first place, it is my own opinion and taste. Why do I have to suffer from this? Can I like people I want to? I can, right?

Gina continued hearing his words silently. "And when all your desires are getting fulfilled without marriage then why get married?" Saying he winked in her way and Gina couldn’t believe her ears. She was speechless. This man standing before her lacks emotions and feelings which is why it's not hard for him to bed multiple women. He is a selfish man and all he cares is about his bodily needs. He is just soulless! But she is not like him. She has dreams, certain moral principles. She cannot let them go just like that for his one vulgar desire, one filthy want. Any other women may agree to do this but not her. Determination coursed through her body.

As if betrayal was the only escape she could see. I didn’t care if she lied, if she schemed. I didn’t care if her tears were real or not. All I knew was that I wanted her. Wanted her in a way that had nothing to do with love or forgiveness. No, it was darker than that. Cruel. Selfish.

"Your stupid job wouldn't go that far in paying them. We'll be stuck in debt till we die. Cut the crap and just be with them. Plus, you’ll live a very successful life there. You know how they can be? If you reject them, they'll make our lives miserable. Think about the consequences if you refuse. Why are you so selfish? "Selfish?" I scoffed. "Why do I have to cut my dream short? It's not my fault our stupid father ruined our lives. Do you think I enjoy living in poverty and bearing the family's burden? No! I want to live, have fun, and do things I never got to do my whole life. It’s hard for me too. I pretend to be strong for the family, I pretend I don't have desires, and live and work to p

" The four of us nail him with an iron stare. He seems to become a little uncomfortable, squirming slightly. "Her," he almost chokes out, before straightening up and trying to look at us coldly. "Everything about her... I want myself. I have selfish motives, but are they really any different from yours? All I want is to protect her and love her as a mate should. He's right. I'm really no different from him. Why am I acting out?

He said, and I nodded. "How can I be Alpha when I am not willing to sacrifice to keep my people and Island safe? What use is the fire with a lot of dead people? What is an Alpha without his pack, without his people? This way, my parents will be home, Olivia will be with me, and our baby will grow peacefully. This way, Caspian would no longer have leverage over me. Unlike him, I have realised it takes more than the fire in a key mark to be an Alpha. Being Alpha takes devotion, duty, love, sacrifice, and courage. I am willing to take the risk, grandpa. I am willing to risk it all for my family, Island, the woman I love and my unborn child," I said, and he looked at me and smiled.

He had always wished and wanted to explore a lady in a manner which he had tagged illicit. Eugene was the man who, if he was financially buoyant, would always go for what he wanted and do whatever it was that he wanted to do without thinking about others. Yes, he was selfish in a not-too-good way, or rather, he was selfish in a godly way.

“He’s excited.” She puts her phone down and turns to me, her smile a little too bright. “It’s exciting, Killian. Our lives are all planned out. We’ll be married, we’ll take over the company, we’ll build an empire together. Isn’t that what you want?” The question hangs in the air, heavy and loaded. Isn’t that what you want? I used to think it was. I used to believe that my desires were aligned with my father’s plans. Now, the question feels like a trick. The real answer, that I want to run, that I want to find the man from the club, that I want a life that is messy and real and my own, is a dangerous truth I can’t speak out loud.

Frustration welled up within me, intensifying the feeling that this was undeniably the worst day I had experienced in a while. Frustration gripped me as I clenched my hair tightly, my steps heavy with annoyance, making my way toward the exit of the parking lot. Self-directed exasperation filled my mind as I berated myself for my own foolishness. "What a stupid move, Zara," I muttered under my breath, lost in my grumpy thoughts. Suddenly, the sound of an engine approached from behind, piercing through the haze of my irritation. I turned to face the source of the sound and beheld a magnificent sight—a luxurious Mercedes-Benz S-Class.