Selfish Desires Novels & Stories

He said taking a pause, but I looked pale …..at least there is a history behind his character “Let me tell you what led to the downfall of humans and what would lead to their final doom” He said as I stared at him and he stared at me “Selfishness…greed, there is no going back to this unfillable thirst of desiring more” There was no emotion in his eyes…it was like he was talking about the weather “You are never satisfied no matter what you have, so you hunger and taste for more,but that doesn't satisfy you, so you try to get more…and more,till you don't recognize yourself anymore”

I hurried past the bar, my eyes met those of the Bartender and there was a glow in his eyes I hadn’t noticed before. “Are you okay?” he said. I shook my head. I felt my temperature rise and a slight ache was creeping up my joints. My muscles started to feel tense. My hair pores started to look like big rashes and they itched as the hairs on my body began to grow longer. My palms began to expand as my nails extended further. My ears felt like they were drawn out. I could hear the slightest sound of a foot leaving the ground, a house fly buzzing, frantic heartbeats and drinks getting poured into cups. The music became almost a hundred times louder. I could nearly hear people’s thoughts and fee

Was he even normal at all? He was crazy, he knew. Yes, he was crazy, he just needed her, needed to ravish her body, explore under her skin, and take her right there, but one thing, he couldn't take her when she was weak, how then would both their desires be met? He froze in the spot, he was thinking about their desires? Not just his? The word sounded obsecure, Theirs. Their desire. Theirs. It was the first time he was thinking about a women's desires, his desires were only spread to himself only, but today, he had thought about hers? And not his? THEIRS?

Joy. "Leave me alone please.." she said trying to calm herself down. "Okay, I'll be in my room if you need anything." He said sadly and walked out. She moved into a corner and hugged her legs tightly trying to calm down. She dreamt of those men again, will these memories ever leave her? Will she ever be happy?

" I called for my wolf, and he literally barked inside my head. "How many times have I had to tell you that you should control yourself?" She was our mate. It was her first time. I tried to knock some sense into you, but no. You demand pure pleasure. You were intoxified, but I was rational. I remember her dread-filled face. Her erratic heart beats. Her stiffness. It is haunting me. It hurts me that the time we had to cherish with her, we wounded her. "But her wolf..." I want to make excuses for my actions, but my wolf is becoming more enraged.

It was the thing that tore them apart. The third person was one of those men that liked sex and power. He liked sex, but he wasn’t good in the bedroom or anywhere else that they ended up making out. He was very into one thing. Having the idea of having people find them. This wasn’t her ideal thing to do. She wasn’t prudish in the least, but she wasn’t interested in that. The fact she found out that he was also trying to have sex with other women was the deal-breaker.

"Sin inclines into human nature. And you know what the human nature is. The nature of human is selfishness. And sin was born from selfishness. The nature of sin? The lust of eyes and flesh, and the pride of life? These three became the root of sin because it is loving yourself more than loving God and others. It's your self-love. Self-gratification. Self-glorification. Self. All of that pertains to yourself. You. That's why sin is pleasurable because all of that inclines to your own selfishness. Example are when you feel happy when someone throws false accusations to someone you hate, you love to see your enemies suffer, you want to have what others have, you seek praises and attention from

she began slowly, deliberately, letting each word land,” I think you don't know how selfish you are. I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper. “ s.. selfish?” She let out a soft, cruel laugh, shaking her head. “Yes. You think about yourself constantly. Your desires, your lust, your… little thrill of being wanted. You don’t stop to think about the people around you, about the consequences. You flit between your Alpha, his daughter, this… Ky girl. And yet, you think you’re untouchable. That no one ever suffers because of you. That everyone is just obsessed with you.”

"Why are you doing this?" A slow smile spread across his lips, dark and knowing, and it made my stomach twist in ways I didn’t want to admit. He leaned in closer, so close that his breath brushed against my skin. "What do I want?" he repeated, as if tasting the words. "I want you to stop pretending, bella." "Pretending?" I spat back, anger and fear mingling in my chest like a storm ready to explode. "Pretending that I don’t despise you? That I don’t hate myself for—"

And what I want. I want a life for MYSELF. A selfish life, an easy-going life. Parties, drugs, women, money, power... it'll be empty, but so fun. Fulfilling in its own way. Self-indulgent in the loneliness aspect I've always wanted. I'll have one night stands but nobody will ever get close enough to demand things from me, to expect shit from me, to force me to do shit I don't want. I'd be able to life only for me. Me, myself and I. My dream.