Selfish Love Novels & Stories

The man continued. "It's not a sin to love someone. It's okay to love someone even if they don't love you back. But you see, that's what hurts the most. The fact that they don't love you back but someone else. You did nothing wrong, you were only desparate to have the one you love, there was nothing selfish about it. If there's anyone who is selfish, it's Cilia." "What do you mean?" The girl croaked out again. The man didn't say anything but just produced a glowing sphere, which the girl took in her hands.

"But sometimes, the only way to find true happiness is by taking that leap of faith and giving yourself a chance. "I know you love him... But do you ever love yourself?" He said this, looking at me. "You did everything for him; you sacrificed your life and your dreams without even asking for anything in return. I’m sorry to say this, but Sarah, you’re selfish." Selfish. Those words echoed in my mind, causing a pang of confusion and hurt. Sam's words hit me like a punch to the gut, forcing me to confront a truth I had been avoiding. Was I being selfish by putting someone else's happiness before my own? It was a difficult question to grapple with, but deep down, I knew that finding true happin

One of us will get hurt, we all will. This love is too taboo, and we know we'll have to let go. But we're too selfish to, that's why me and you will never make it through. This love is too taboo? Sounds way too familiar but I'm not willing to stop now. We're too selfish? Guess I'm just like you and whoever it is, Mama. Theo had torn his eyes away from me and I could feel my chest opening up as I was getting ready to sing the last line. We had it all wrong,

She don't want Nandini to get more hurt. "Nandini u don't need to ..... Think about urself too, how many times u r going to hurt urself?" grabbing her shoulders Diya asked calmly but Nandini was determined. "I don't think so love exists for a person who doesn't see beyond his/her own self ..... Self love is good but loving someone more than own self is not crime either" Nandini replied . "And when nothing and no one matters other than that lover then it's a blind love" Diya said whatever she was feeling.

This time she remained shut wholly. "You are saying that love should not be selfish. Ain't your love is selfish that even after knowing I might not be able to live without you, you don't want to live with me," Her existence shuddered, processing his words. Her wordless droplets of tears continued to wet her cheeks because she knew somehow he was extremely correct. Her love was selfish too. This time, he beamed a genuine smile before palming her face. "Don't blame yourself for anything, mi nena because we all are selfish but the only difference is you all remain selfish within the boundaries of sanity and my insanity makes me the most selfish,"

“And if you can’t remember this little thing, then I’m ready to tell you fucking every time,” “In the same way!” Her lips trembled and a shaky sob escaped her lips. Once again he raped her, just to threat her that she belonged to him. When and how will he understand that no one confesses love like this. Rather, this is not love at all. This is just a threat to accept him. There is only madness to keep her imprisoned. Isn’t the bird also kept in a cage with all the facilities just so that it can keep its owner happy with its chirping? When will the Mean understand that just seeing one’s own happiness is not everything. Real life is to think of others as equal to oneself.

His aura changing to that of melancholy. What he spoke next left me flabbergasted.And I didn't know what to say. " Love is not selfish , beautiful." " Love is giving. Love is selfless. Love is pure." " Living in darkness all my life, I forgot what it was to love someone more than your own self. I forgot it can't be forced on someone." " Until now. That I saw your love for him." Looking up. Stepping closer to me. He places a fringe out of my eyes to tuck it behind my ear. Nodding at me.

Jordan's words echoed in my mind: "Our love is not defined by society's rules, but by our hearts." With newfound determination, I crumpled the newspaper, letting go of the world's opinions. Our love would rise above the noise, above the hypocrisy. I will stand by him, against the world’s judgment, against the darkness that sought to tear us apart. Our love story was far from over, and I was ready to fight for its survival…

"You never loved anyone, James Moretti. You only ever loved the idea of possession. Of dominance. I left, and your world felt unbalanced. That’s not love. That’s your colossal ego throwing a tantrum." She gestured vaguely at the devastation around them, at his mud-caked, bleeding hands. "This frantic search? This dramatic mountain rescue? It’s not love. It’s just another form of your profound, consuming selfishness. It’s self-gratification. Don't confuse your guilt and your bruised pride for anything noble."

“I’m not justifying anything. I’m reminding you of what we had. What we could have again if you’d just let yourself feel it. All this anger, this hatred—it’s passion, Kiara. And passion doesn’t just disappear.” Kiara stepped closer to the table, her hands trembling with a mix of rage and disbelief. “You think this is passion?” she hissed. “You think threatening my life, manipulating me, and destroying my trust is some twisted form of love?” He didn’t flinch. “I think it’s proof that I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you.” “You’re disgusting,” she spat. “And you’re stunning,” he countered, his voice low and smooth. “Even now, with fire in your eyes and venom in your voice, you’re the most