Selfish Self Insert Novels & Stories

Nothing I can offer will equal what you have given me. I don't want to share my future with anyone other than you. I don't want someone else to try and make me happy. Is it selfish? That I will only ever want you and you alone. Maybe. Probably, but honestly, I don't give a shit what everybody else thinks. I want you to be the only man that watches me smile when I explore new and exciting places, wrapping his arms around me, touching, kissing. I want to belong to you and only you!

I had to do this for your future I know you love me but loving me doesn't mean not loving yourself. Yes Andro just look in the mirror and see...just check your financial statements and see...see your stock price and see...see your soul and you will realise you have killed everything just for me. I don't want this I want my old ambitious positive fun-loving Andro back. I hope you can give him back to your mother and me. I promise to take care of myself. Don't worry I will be strong and overcome all these problems on my own. Only I can help myself now

Ungrateful just like I said. I let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “Yeah,” I said, nodding. “I am selfish. And maybe it’s about damn time I started being selfish.” My jaw tightened. “Because all I ever do is give to someone who doesn’t appreciate it. What other name are you going to come up with for me, Sage? Because I am tired of hearing them all. Fuck!!” I turned away, heading toward the street. I didn’t hesitate as I raised my hand and hailed a cab.

I no longer want to dwell on what happened in the past. My husband can be replaced, but my child, the one I brought into this world, is irreplaceable. I won't be selfish anymore. The truth has struck me hard. I thought I was making the right choices, walking the right path, but in reality, I was being selfish without even realizing it.

We fight for balance, for what is fair, not for blind hatred. For the first time in days, I feel like I know what I need to do. I have always been a selfish person. I think about myself first, and I never see anything wrong with that. But now, the selfish part of me hates that I have let so many people down. It burns in my chest, this weight of knowing I broke the trust of the ones who mattered the most. I need to fix what I have broken. I need to become someone they can trust again. And I will, no matter how far I have to go or what it takes to make things right.

“You chose yourself again.” “I almost scored.” “And you lose control when you do it.” I glare at him. “His voice distracted me.” “Again,” he says, ignoring my excuse. This time when the puck comes to me, I feel it again—that strong urge to take it all the way. That selfish need to be the one who scores, to be seen as the winner, the champion. My grip tightens on the stick. I push forward— But then I slow down. For a split second, I actually think. Yeah. I guess I have been selfish, and it’s affecting more than just me. So I pass.

"What is it about you that makes you think that you're an asshole? What makes you okay with thinking that about yourself?" She sits forward slightly, I remain reclined back in my seat. "I'm a very selfish person, I'm not known for being kind or considerate towards other people unless I get something out of it. And I'm comfortable with it because it takes the pressure off of me" I reason with her. Suddenly it seems to click with her, and she nods as she writes some words down on her page.

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.

Everything. Whenever I’m with Ahbaya. I forget about everything and she’s the only thing that I could see. Like I have a tunneled vision and she’s all I see at the end of my destination. Or I wish she could be. Every time she’s with me, I’m on cloud nine. A different kind of high, and it’s hard to come down back to the ground. Because of her the selfish part of me emerged. A part of me I didn’t realize was there. Sometimes… I’m even scared of myself. Like I was losing my own self image and was being replaced by the image of someone that she would like.