Selfish Self-insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

To avoid any suspicion of favoritism, my father, Myron Bradshaw, forces me to participate in the group blood donation. The only problem is I'm severely anemic. When the nurse, Lorna Ritter, draws 100 milliliters, my vision suddenly goes dark. I've just put my hand on the needle tube, about to call for a stop, when Ms. Ritter holds my wrist down. "You're calling it quits after only 100 milliliters? All the other students are donating 400 milliliters." She glances at my bloodless face, her eyes full of disgust. "Donating blood is such an honorable thing to do. Selfish fakers like you who pretend to be sick really deserve to be penalized with a double draw." Beside me, Dad looks at me coldly and says with disappointment, "Ronnie Bradshaw, is this how I raised you? Everyone else has donated, so don't think you can be an exception. You'll draw 400 milliliters of blood today even if it kills you." I gasp for air, my heart racing so fast it feels like it's about to burst. By the third tube, my vision blurs completely, and I collapse heavily to the ground. My soul slowly rises into the air as I gaze at Dad guiltily. I'm sorry, Dad, I'm really not lying. This time, I truly can't hold on any longer.

To avoid being accused of favoritism, my mother forced me, despite my severe anemia, to participate in the school's group blood donation drive. After only 100 milliliters, my vision started going dark. I reached for the needle, trying to stop the procedure, but the young nurse immediately grabbed my wrist and pinned it down. "Only 100 milliliters and you already want to quit? The other students all donated 400." She glanced at my pale face, her eyes full of disgust. "Donating blood is something honorable. Selfish people like you, pretending to be sick just to get out of it, deserve to have double drawn as punishment!" Nearby, my mother watched me coldly, disappointment written all over her face. "Briana Hayes, is this really how I raised you? "Everyone else donated. Don't think you're special. "You will finish these 400 milliliters today, even if it kills you!" I gasped for air, my heartbeat pounding so violently it felt like my chest would explode. By the time they reached the third bag, my vision had completely blurred, and I collapsed heavily onto the floor. My soul slowly drifted upward as I looked at my mother with guilt in my eyes. I'm sorry, Mom. I really wasn't lying. This time… I truly couldn't hold on any longer.

The year is 2304 and war has ravaged the world, leaving scattered communities. Keira, a headstrong 25-year-old, has joined the Eagle tribe with the goal of making a difference. Their primary mission is to take back Meraki, a planet that was intended only for the wealthy and privileged. For the past 50 years, raiders seeking riches have taken over Meraki and severed all communication. The Eagle tribe, trained by old war heroes, has been selected to assess the situation and is actively searching for scattered pieces of a space shuttle that was used to travel to Meraki. Keira is one of the few women who joined the force, as most women help out with daily necessities. She has no interest in marriage, but she can't help but react whenever Josh is nearby. Josh, newly appointed as second in command, has a string of women eagerly throwing hints of marriage, and he would stop at nothing to make them sway. His piercing green eyes, sun-kissed blonde hair, dashing dimples, and ripped physique due to excessive training would contribute to the madness. As fate would have it, she found herself crossing paths with Caleb - a master of manipulation with a dashing demeanor. Despite his apparent immunity to emotion, he exuded a commanding presence that was both cold and alluring. There was something dark and mysterious about him that drew her in, and she couldn't help but feel like he had a way of penetrating her guarded thoughts. Meraki is a place for dreams, a meaning to a better future, or maybe where dreams are now scattered by the selfish traits of men for self-gain.

When the criminal tortured me to death, I was three-month pregnant. But my husband Mark - the city's most prominent detective - was at the hospital with his first love Emma, accompanying her for her medical checkup. Three days ago, he demanded me to donate my kidney to Emma. When I refused, telling him I was two months pregnant with our child, his eyes had turned cold. "Stop lying," he had snarled. "You're just being selfish, trying to let Emma die." He pulled over on the dark highway. "Get out," he ordered. "Walk home since you're so heartless. " I stood there in the darkness and was kidnapped by the vengeful criminal, whom Mark had once imprisoned. He cut out my tongue. With cruel satisfaction, he used my phone to call my husband. Mark's response was brief and cold: "Whatever it is, Emma's medical checkup is more important! She needs me right now." The criminal let out a dark chuckle. "Well, well... Seems like the great detective values his ex's life more than his current wife's." When Mark arrived at the crime scene hours later, he was horrified by the brutality inflicted on the corpse. He angrily condemned the murderer for treating a pregnant woman so cruelly But he didn't recognize that the mutilated body before him was his own wife - me.

Two young boys were split apart by tragic circumstances. Morbius kidnaps and tortures his twin for the life that he has had to live. Jefferson mourns the brother he has lost while fighting to keep his own dragon sane. On orders to bring in more of his kind, Morbius takes an unknown human woman whose scent was disguised. Once she gets to the facility, where he works as the head assassin, he realizes that she is his mate. The only one that he and his brother will ever get. He’s under orders to be apart of her pain while he keeps his brother as his own self torture. When Jefferson realizes how far his brother will go to break him, he plots his own chance to get his revenge on the brother he once loved so much. In the end blood will not be thicker than water. They both must come to terms with there past to stop themselves from losing the only future they will ever have.

For centuries, four packs have long reigned and dominated the whole wilding forest—the Wolves Goddess Throne, Red Blood Throne, Night Shadow Throne, and Moonlight Throne. Each is led by their great Alpha of their own. Calista Caitlyn, who came from a low-ranked family, was sold to the Kingdom of Moonlight to serve as Prince Alex’s whore. But everything changes when she sees the King Alpha, Alex’s father—Alpha Jacob. Confused and lusted, Calista throws herself in the King Alpha’s secret room, only to get caught by the latter. As a punishment, Calista was tortured by Alpha Jacob. However, instead of feeling its pain, she feels the plessure associated of it instead. Just as she develops her feelings with the King Alpha, Calista starts developing her real identity as well. Is she ready to acknowledge her true self? Is she ready to take all the revelation that might come along the way? Or will it ruin herself… just like how the Alpha ruined her system.

What if Cinderella's mother didn't die from an illness? What if her father found a way to delay death at a very costly price? What if the delayed death of her mother and the later passing of her father changed Ella from the ways of her up bringing. What if I named this story 'What if' since it's literally a big What if. Trix Williams needs to recreate a famous fairytale story to get some extra credit due to her not do scholarly extracurriculars. She must write an adaptation of a story if her choosing but the only problem is Trix doesn't know what to write. Seeking some clarity Trix asks on of her good friend to give her something to help. And let's just say after the first hit, she started having trouble separating fantasy from reality. Follow Trix as she ventures into her own imagination, on a journey of self discovery. Tricksters are born from chaos, are they not? Or maybe it's the other way around......

When her supposed happily-ever-after turns into a nightmare of broken glasses and bleeding hearts, Kenya Brown finds herself alone in the cold house of her marriage. She did all she could to save her marriage with the man she thought was the IT for her, only for her to be left alone, sick, and pregnant. Years later, she comes back as a changed woman. She is stronger than her former self, and her source of strength is the black-eyed boy who looks exactly like her ex-husband. Royal Carter has all the money and fame, yet he can’t fight the loneliness that eats away at him. He finds out about her ex-wife’s return and about the boy. After years of regret, he decides to pursue the love of his life, with grim determination to win her back. He cannot live without her and will do whatever it takes to have his wife and son back. Will they be able to bury the past and create new memories, or are the odds stacked and standards too high to move past them?

Lily 'Snow' Jenkins, an investigative reporter loses her memory during an investigation on human trafficking. Cody Wells, CEO of Wells Architectural Industries and Samantha Smokes, his assistant find Lily unconscious and naked in a dumpster in an empty alleyway. Cody is arrogant and mean- typical traits seen in a boss. Sam is friendly and outgoing. And Snow is one of the sweetest and fiercest women ever. Cody and Sam promise Snow they'll help her recover her memory. Cody lets Snow live with him and the longer she does, the harder they both fall for each other. Problems develop for Cody and Snow when the bad guys find out about her as she slowly recovers her memory. The bad guys even try to get rid of her by killing her and hurting Cody as Wells. Will Cody try to avoid these problems by being his usual arrogant and mean self? Will Snow live in fear, knowing someone out there wants to hurt her? Or will they let their love strengthen them and win the battle against their enemies?

Being the daughter of a mafia, Grusha Aslanov didn't lead the typical luxury, spoiled life. Not when she was accused of her mother's death which made her hate herself more than her family did. She lived with the worst emotion one could ever have. Regret. She regretted her birth. She was not satisfied with the mental damage her mother's death caused as she thought she deserved a worse punishment. That is why she didn't even protest when her brother and father abused her every day and night until her body went numb because she thought she deserved it. She had no feelings, no emotions, nothing. She was a numb body with scars on her that each contained a tragic tale. She was a living death until the devil takes interest in unfolding her every story. Mature content warning!!! Triger warnings: physical abuse, mention of blood, mention of self harming, torture!!!