Selfish Love Novels & Stories

She lowered her lashes, with a tilt of her chin she met his gaze again. "I don't think you're like them,I know that you're not.You are unique,one of a kind.You're special and ten times better than they are.Their idea of loving a man is because of his status, money and bank balance,your love is pure,genuine and selfless you love someone for who they are and not what they have.You the first honest woman I've ever come across in my life,the first woman I've met that isn't selfish or would go to any extend to fulfill her selfish deeds.Your heart is honest and that makes you who you are it makes you beautiful from within,you can never be like anyone you're your own person and don't you dare ever

"Don't you think that's absurd? How do you even expect I go about that without eventually getting my ass arrested?" "Listen, it's so simple. You just have to make him fall in love with you and make it hard for him to leave you. After that stage is gone, you just make sure to get pregnant for him and boom, it's all settle. We'll be in riches," "You think that it easy? Why don't you go ahead with your "simple little plan with Mr Ceo" yourself and we shall see the highest bid of your result,"

"You cannot always be the one who bleeds for everyone else. It will destroy you. Just once, be selfish. What do you want?" A sad smile touched his lips. "But I am being selfish," he whispered. "What I truly want… is to do whatever makes my mate feel less burdened. Even if that burden is me." The offer crashed down upon her, a statement of finality. She felt the terrifying, self-annihilating love behind it. In that heavy silence, a new sensation bloomed in her mind. A wave of pure, anguished love and resolve. A single, clear thought that was not her own:…to keep you safe.

EPISODE 2: MY FIRST RULE Later that evening, I dressed properly—covered from my head down to my toes—ready to play the role of the submissive wife my husband expected me to be. Logan’s friends weren’t as cruel as he was. Most of them were married—except one. His best friend, Christopher Clifford. Christopher didn’t believe in marriage. In fact, his first rule in life was never to fall in love. He despised it—almost as much as I despised Logan and cursed myself daily for being trapped in such a sickening marriage.

“And I broke that.” Sophia leaned back into the couch. Letting it sit. Letting it exist. She just had one question for him. “Why?” she typed. It came slower this time. More thought behind it. “Because I wanted you.” “And I didn’t stop myself when I should have." That hit harder than anything else. Because it was simple. Not complicated. Not justified. Just selfish. Sophia wiped her face. Her voice in her head steady now. Clear. “That’s not love.”

To him, it seemed like I was pretending—because in his eyes, someone surrounded by that much wealth had no reason to hold back. Whenever this topic came up, I would always say, "Darling, my standard of living is already higher than most people's. I don't yearn for material things, so wouldn't it be better to use the extra money for charity?" With unwavering conviction, I would continue, "Comparing ourselves to others only poisons the soul. It's a meaningless pursuit. When we have children one day, we should set a better example for them." But with every word, a restless desire would grow in Blake's heart. The more he loved me, the more fiercely he felt the urge to tear it all down.

She sobbed furiously then sniffled "The moon goddess is so cruel. She is so cruel..., she gave me the hope, showed me a glimpse of happiness then as usual she took it away. But i have loved you so much even though I barely know you. I have given this relationship my all, but it was my fault. At the end of the day I am to blame for hoping.So today i make you this promise. I will never think of you as my mate, neither will i hope for anything from you. I free you from this relationship and i wish you all the happiness in the world.

"This is what you want, right? Money and the fucking spellbook the whole fucking thing—probably got you into this mess. You’re so fucking pretty, but your selfishness is ugly, Pearl." Rage stings his every word, and when he grips the bag and holds it high, taunting above me, I lunge at him, pushing past Finn to try to reach the only thing that’s keeping me here. He has no idea how deep my selfishness really is. I’ll choose myself again and again if it means we’ll live through this all. Because I’ve already lost one person I cared about. I can’t let anyone else be near enough to allow that to happen again. Selfishness is the only thing I have to keep the people around me safe. Selfishness is

the announcer mentioned. I came back to my senses when Asmodeus spoke. “Love love love. I really hate that word. What’s good in that thing? In every love, there is heartache, pain, betrayal, and brokenness. The only form of love I know is selfishness— the love for oneself. Love between two people are just a fantasy that is affiliated with selfish desire. Don’t make me laugh,” he bitterly and seriously uttered.

I can't bear anymore now". Musa grabbed her chin hard and said looking into her eyes, "Don't be selfish. You are thinking for yourself. Two families are also bound with this relation of ours." Kiara looked at his narrowed eyes and said, “You are the selfish one ,Musa." Musa was confused at her words. He said, “To love someone is not called selfishness." Kiara freed her hands from his grip and grabbed his collar. She said venomously, " To love someone is not called selfishness but to have that person in the wrong way is called selfishness,Musa.As I know you ,No one is more selfish than you".