Novel & Cerita Selfish Desires

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

Which is exactly why I’m calling dibs before they can. “She’s a fucking smokeshow,” Adam says, rubbing a hand over his mouth. There’s a tent in his pants that confirm he’s dying for a taste of her as well. I glance at the girl on stage who has walked back to her pole then at him. “We can share.” Adam is straight but I’m as gay as they come. Sometimes, we share when the third party is willing but other times, I’m feeling really fucking selfish and want the woman all to myself. Such as now.

Keeping me from spiraling into an emotional purgatory. The kind of place where men find themselves trapped in the tangled grips of female companionship and are forced into relationships that demand work and respect. My lifestyle is not that of a respectable husband. I dominate business, control and power, not romance. Ever since my late wife I’ve been on the road of selfish desires taking what I want. Not feeding into women, lies, or the traps of exclusive relationships. Sure I’ve had my fun, but after everything my wife had endured emotionally…. I never wanted to do that again to anyone.

They knew everything now. “Think about what you really want. Not what your people need. If you give up your chance at happiness, are you really helping? Seven concubae died. Not a hundred. There are more in the world, they can live without your contribution.” He told me. “Do you think so? Can I be selfish like that?” Tears formed in my eyes. I’d always tried to be as selfless as possible. Everything I did was for someone else. My human side made it easier for me to avoid the selfish impulses common to most desire demons. And made this so much harder.

I messed up with her that I know, I am selfish and I know that too but what does everyone want in this world besides happiness? I think that we are all just lost souls looking for a glimpse of happiness in our miserable lives and when we find it, we become selfish and want to hold on to it no matter the cost. I know that I am not the only one out here looking for that glimpse of happiness and I had it. For seven months I had it and I was at my happiest. Is it selfish? Yes, it is but who isn’t? We all do things and makes decisions all in the name of finding that glimpse of happiness.

“It’ll only hurt a little. But soon, this will all be gone.” And in that moment, her eyes turn light grey as they glow. “Mommy!” I call out to my mother and before I try to make a run for it, my body froze. I couldn’t move a single muscle. I couldn’t control my hands, my feet, my eyes. I couldn’t even speak anymore. The caused pain shall soon be gone. The caused trouble, shall to be free. For those who want to live every beat, Shall be granted the wish to forget what went misdeed.

"I am worried about myself hafiz, For how long are we going to continue with this clandestine relationship you know deeply inside you that you and i can never be together because seriously hafz i want my own family, a family i can look up to, i am 25 i am not getting any younger, how sure am i that you are'nt living your happy life with your wife, maybe i am thé only one killing myself over this relationship maybe my mum is right i should just Forget about you and move on, your mum is just a selfish woman putting her own désire before her only son need, what type of mother does tha...." "Don't speak about my mum that way."i snap.

he spat. Shooting a finger at me, he took a step closer. “Listen, if anyone was not going to tell you this, I would. And I’ll tell you this night”—pointing a finger at me—“You. Are. Selfish. You are fucking selfish. You only think about yourself. Your fucking self. Yes, I am not asking for your stupid nonsense love life to be saved, but I want you to fucking have a conscience.” I froze. Cold waves crawled from my toes despite the shoes.

I would always be his best friend’s little sister and I wanted to mean more to him. When I woke up in the morning, I hated myself for my selfish wishes. I claimed to love Samuel but prayed to the goddess to keep from him the one thing he truly wanted and wished for. Shouldn’t his happiness make me happy too? Shouldn’t his peace bring peace to me too? The desire to be with him made me pray to the goddess for his misery and I was too ashamed to think about my selfish desires.

Tired of rejecting women in the most polite way he could. They were too clingy, too desperate, too greedy for his power. His position. They didn't want to know about him or what he liked or the man that he was. They only cared about themselves. Their luxuries, a good f* ck. What a materialistic world and what plastic materialistic bitches. In this world everyone comes to you for a motive. They are selfish and when this motive is achieved. They leave you. Addicted, vulnerable and weak making you dependent on them for your happiness.