Selfish Self-insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I double face palm my sweaty self. I slide my palm down my face. I permit it also slide down my sweat. I sniff painfully. She really is dead And it's all my fault. My f**king fault. I attacked and forced neither Rowan fully trabsfom. I force him transform into a ravaging beast. A beast extremely powerful to rip apart this entire pack. I let it loose over my dumb selfish gains svd interest. I also abandoned her a weakling omega amidst her weakened state. A state a helper is needed and required more than ever.

Lying to him by making him think that I could be normal when I couldn’t. But I didn't want him with anyone else. I didn't want anyone touching him. I knew it was selfish, but I had been living in the dark, hopeless world until now so what do I care about being selfish. And at this moment, I didn't care at all if it meant that I won't lose him to any other girl. So I stepped forward and hugged him.

That’s probably what was going through his mind. But I wasn’t his Luna, I knew the kind of girl who belonged here; perfectly selfless, virtuous, willing to die for love. And that wasn’t me. I knew exactly who I was, a lazy, loud-mouthed failure who honestly wasn't very smart, but I had survival mode hardwired into my DNA, and I would write my own heartbeat rather than let a book decide it for me. As Alpha Rowan held my hands in his, it suddenly occurred to me how we could very easily be spotted, and all the bad things that could happen if Alpha Kieran, my mate, were to somehow walk past and find me here.

SINNER LEAH I tell myself that what I’m doing is wrong and that it will most likely put me on the fast track to hell, but no matter how much my guilty conscious screams at me, it doesn’t stop my leg from hiking up. I rest it on the desk in front of me and press my aching pussy against the rounded corner that I’m now dry humping like a fucking hussy. Satan has definitely won this round. Again.

“You broke up with me. You ripped out my heart without warning and just disappeared. Do you even realize what the past years have been like for me?” Does he know what the past year has been like for me? Of course, he doesn't, and he wouldn't. Because he is a selfish, arrogant and self-absorbed shithead. The only mistake I'd ever made in my 21 year of living was falling in love with someone like him. Suddenly fighting the urge to roll my eyes, they flicked toward the door again, my mind still screaming someone could walk in—but all I could feel was the way his fingers pinched my nipple, sending a moan crawling up my throat before I could stop it.

“Your system demands my fingers deep within your core, doesn't it, little vixen?” “Please.” The plea was broken, breathy, and entirely submissive. “Expose the route.” Zero hesitation remained. My spine straightened further as my secondary hand moved down, forcing a manicured finger directly into my dripping center. Slowly, I extracted the digit and buried it deeper against the tight walls. “Fuck, your territory is entirely flooded.” He advanced three paces, the phone angled sharply to capture the wet mechanics of my self-mutilation. “Introduce a secondary finger.”

My voice turned harsh, accusing. “But no, you’re under my skin. You’re my whore. You fucked yourself into me as sure as I fucked myself into you, you amazing, delectable little slut. You didn’t even know it. I didn’t even know it until it was too late. And I am far, far too selfish. Too territorial with what I truly want. You, I will not share; not give away to anyone. I’m keeping you. You’re mine.” I punctuated my possessiveness with harder and harder jabs.

His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy. . How he murmured my name like it tasted sweet on his tongue. I wrote it all. Every detail. Every filthy, twisted thought. And when I finished, I slammed the journal shut and tossed it across the room. What the hell was wrong with me? I was supposed to be healing. I was supposed to be stronger than this. Seven days without giving in and the first thing I do is fantasize about the one man I’m not allowed to? I sat up in bed, hands clenched in my sheets, throat tight.

He smiles in a sinister way as he kept the soul with him and a crystal falls unto his palm, by which he proudly whispers and claims. “Now, where should I start?” With a sinister smile on his face, he walks around the room as its memory surge inside his mind. Snapping his finger as he changes some fact that affects the memories of the ones involved and within its life. He changes its eye color and hair to his current one as he is now playing its life and very identity he will be in this world. Bending the fact of its life from the accident and the five years in a helpless state, he changes the dull days into a fruitful one as he rewrites its life into the perfect novel to establish the flawle

Chapter 5 Title:Still Open, Still Leaking Setting: Jonah’s penthouse apartment, 3:17 a.m., alone POV:Jonah Cole (first-person) Focus: Solo — filthy self-use, overstimulation, residual mess, mirror, toys, heavy self-degradation Heat: Extremely high, pure smut I barely made it through my own front door.