Selfish Love Novels & Stories

The others fell in line. “I'm done eating,” I announced and was standing up. “Freya,” Tobias came after me. “I can't eat there, the place is too—- not what I'm used to,” I told him. “Am I really that selfish?” I asked him as we climbed up to his room. “Every living organism is selfish,” he explained, “it's self-love, and if we don't have that, others will trample on us.” “I think mine is too much,” I muttered.

“You say your heart belongs to another, yet you want me entirely. That’s not just selfish, it’s cruel.” He smiled, slow and knowing, like a man amused by the ignorance of someone not yet playing the full game. “Selfishness is a matter of perspective,” he replied, his voice laced with something darker beneath its calm surface. “What I want is simple. If I have you, I have all of you. But you must understand, Roisin, some ghosts never leave. My love for Azmariah… it doesn’t vanish just because you walked in.”

“Stop right there. I don’t know what makes you think things like that, but love is patient and kind.” “I know the love chapter,” Ian said. “Then you know that love protects.” Ian eyed her but didn’t respond. Sara went on. “Love believes, hopes, and endures. Sound familiar? I’ve never heard that love is selfish, and I don’t think I ever will. It’s not selfish of you to want to be loved.” She smiled and rubbed a hand down his cheek. “If you know me at all, you should know that I always loved you.”

I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “Wouldn’t it make me a fool if I lied to myself?” His gaze softens for a fleeting moment. He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I do like. . .love you still. But I’ve suddenly realized that you’re a selfish woman. And there really isn’t a problem with being selfish, with putting your desires above everything and everyone.” His voice hardens again. “But you just need to understand, Mariana, that if you make the choice to abandon the people who love you for your desires, then be prepared to stand alone.”

But I'd rather delete these messages and stay quiet because every crack in their marriage brought her one step closer to me. Selfish. Yeah. I know what I am. The fan above me turned slow circles. The only sound in the room besides my breathing. I leaned back in the chair and rubbed my eyes. Ciara’s face kept flashing behind them. The way she cried against my chest in the dark sitting room. The way her body fit against mine like it was made for me. The way she still whispered my name when she thought no one could hear. I loved her. The kind of love that fucking twists you up and makes you do ugly things. The kind that makes you delete evidence instead of showing it to her. The kind that makes

He tilted his head, leaned forward with slight hesitation. Realizing what he is thinking of doing, Selena gasped and that stopped him; head still tilted and his lips a few inches apart from hers. “No, Orion...I am not yours. You have kissed me before when I wasn't in anyone's possession. But not today. I am Zaden's and the weird thing is, he is mine too...he is all I need...and all I want...” at this very moment, she realized how much she actually loved the other man behind those closed doors. No mate-bond, no reasons, no logical explanations, no scientific or psychological facts. Just blind love. When he claimed her as his, she refused to be his property. But now, when the feeling is mutual

"Okay. That settles it, I hate seeing you cry like this. It was never my intention to make you this upset. I won't go. I will stay right here with you." I looked at him. As in really looked at him. In his beautiful blue eyes that had green specks in them. Nothing held malice or angry, not either one of them. That was when I knew that I could not do this. That was the crazy thing about love, it wants you to be selfish, but at the same time, you know that you can't be. You know that you can't be selfish. "Isaiah. No. You do whatever makes you happy. I want you happy, that was and is all I ever want, you happy."

“I know. I can feel you trembling. This is not the first time we’ve had this conversation. You’ve said all of this to me before. I’ve asked you to be with me before. You always said all you could do was try but I knew you’d never love me. Your fear of me was the only reason you stayed. I know that but it didn’t change the fact that I was happy.” “Your own happiness is all that matters to you. If my happiness had mattered to you then I probably would’ve believed that you loved me. I think in your own way that you love me and want me to be happy with you but you just don’t know what that means. Love is not about being selfish. It’s about making the other person happy. It’s about putting aside

"Why are you so good at making me bad?" Lana breathed raggedly. "I'm very motivated if it's something I want." He chuckled. "I never knew you could be so...ruthless." She finished, not knowing what other word to use for him. "I think the word you're looking for is passionate." Clark laughed, brushing a kiss over her lips.- "I want every inch of you to myself. I don't care if I have to play dirty" "I won't deny that I want you. But this isn't the right time for us to do this." -She placed her hand on his chest to push him back.- “ We should stop before we get caught. “

I rubbed her back soothingly as I tried to calm her down. "I destroyed the sibling bond!" she cared. She cared too much that it hurts her. She loved her brother and he loved her too but the way of showing is different. "You didn't," I assured her. No brother could hate his sister no matter what she had done. "I was supposed to be responsible for my actions but...I...I became selfish...I become self eccentric. I gave into my desires!" It's okay to think about yourself. Loving yourself isn't selfish. Everyone deserved self-love. Getting pregnant was never on her wish list but whatever happens, it happens for a reason. Maybe God has something blissful planned for her.