Selfish Desires Novels & Stories

Until I get the satisfaction that I always get what I want. “Unfortunately, no one has the right to kill you until I'd fuck you, Lily.” No one, absolutely no one will kill her, fuck her, date her, or even get her away from me until I'd done everything I wanted with her. No one has the right to touch her until I’d fuck her. It was all about selfishness. For the past years, I have lived in selfishness, I have claimed selfishly, and I have killed those who stood in my way to get what I wanted. All of this was selfishness.

I threw my arms in the air, overflowing with frustration. "Everybody treats me like my wishes don't matter anymore and when I give them importance they make it seem like I'm selfish. Why is wanting to study selfish on my part? Why is not wanting to put my body through the pain of childbirth selfish of me? Why not wanting to share a bed with a guy selfish!!?" I screamed at him, tears once again streaming down my cheecks. "Can't I just think about myself now?!? Why do I have to think about him?! Why does everybody act as if I'm supposed to put his needs above mine?!?" I said and then burried my face in my hands.

My whole body seemed to be engulfed in fire. I grabbed a handful of his hair to pull him. My lids were heavy when our gazes met. His eyes probably mirrored the desire burning in mine. "Vlad..." I muttered while admiring him. Is it okay to be selfish just for today? It's my birthday, right? I have at least one wish to make. Can it be him? Would it be okay to only think about myself, just for once? I promise it will be the last time. I will be selfish and forget about all the consequences. I will deal with them later. For now...

LUST. He wanted to take it all for his use alone and maliciously deprive others. GLUTTONY. To gain everything, be it money or power. AVARICE. To waste his time in idleness. SLOTH. To explode in vicious anger. WRATH. To wish for others to fail and come to fatal harm. ENVY. To be the best of all. PRIDE. Maru relished in all these feelings and a dark divinity had shrouded his body.

"Let us take care of you." His words were like a spell, releasing her from the last vestiges of her inhibitions. She surrendered to the pleasure, to the sensations that washed over her, her body responding to their touch with a hunger that surprised even her. Jenna's lips trailed down her body, her tongue teasing, her fingers exploring, while Travis's hands roamed over her skin, his touch firm and confident. Sadile was lost in a sea of sensation, her moans filling the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the walls. The candlelight cast a golden glow over the scene, illuminating the desire that shone in their eyes, the hunger that drove them.

I paused and took in a sharp ragged puff, "Thank you for your protection once again, sir, I dearly appreciate it. Have a good night." I added and turned to go but my shattered dream hadn't had enough so I turned to him and declared, "F.U.C.K YOU AND MY SINFUL CRAVINGS." With that, I walked out of his office, gathering my shattered desire, never looking back, I blinked back the tears that threatened to fall and I resolved to forget him...forget the way I desire him. He doesn't want me as badly as I want him, I might be anything in the world but definitely not a woman to force herself on a man.

"This is madness. I'm just a designer. I was merely trying to survive. None of this adds up." "But it does," Elise murmured, "because this was never about love or business. It was about control About legacy. Your legacy." Serena felt her legs buckle, and she collapsed onto a dusty armchair, eyes fixed on the photo. "I don't want this," she uttered quietly Elise nodded. "I didn't either. But wishing doesn't alter reality." Serena looked up,

(Her POV; His POV threaded through the final movement) Desire doesn’t arrive fully formed. It tests the ground first. After the fracture, after the quiet, it comes in fragments—sensations more than sentences. A pull toward light in the afternoon. An impatience with conversations that orbit usefulness. A sudden irritation when I hear myself explaining choices that don’t need explaining. These are not cravings. They’re refusals. Refusals to keep translating myself into palatable reasons.

God has made our hearts' desires come true. Today, I am a successful businesswoman. I am a well-known business owner's wife. I am a mother of two kids. My spouse values me more than he values himself. Even before I can speak, he already has all my wishes granted. I love my life as a lady and am satisfied.

“If you’re going this to gain my attention, just say it.” “Get over your fucking self you narcissist pig.” I sneered, looking at him with a perfectly blank face. “I’ve already told you, I don’t belong to you! You’ve met so many women and fucked your way through the entire globe and you want me to submit to you? What gives you the fucking right to demand that I belong only to you? There’s three more of you left, in case you’ve forgotten!”