Selfish Self Insert の小説・ストーリー

I muttered to myself. I stared at the mirror, looking at the woman, I have become and married him for something precious and not this. Loving wealth, fame, power and still do my thing normally, that's my goal. Suffering became part of me when I was growing up. Suffering and street life is what I wouldn't like to experience again. He is a caring and lovable husband, but he wants to be the head. My voice doesn't count. “I have a voice, I am a brave lady.” I said to myself and stood up grandly to the dinning room to meet him.

What do I want? I don’t want to think about what I need to do or what duties I have to fulfill. I want to think about myself, I’m going to take this hour long walk to imagine what putting myself first would look like. I have never given myself the liberty to be selfish, even in my thoughts. I am always thinking about what other people need. I have nothing to lose by putting myself first for one hour of my life. Golden

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.

I gave her the key and believed she wouldn't misuse it. My eyes remain darted on the screen as she swiftly runs into the washroom. Zoey plants her paw on my cheek and meows. As I look at her, I imagine she's confused and she's asking what's wrong with me. "I'm selfish, right? I made her cry because she hurt me. But I'm only selfish and expect something only when it's her. Because I feel like only she's the one who can fill me with everything I lack. I'm greedy for everything because she gives me all of those things I crave. Because I trust her more than anyone. I only trust her"

I choose to be selfish now. To be continued...

he spat. Shooting a finger at me, he took a step closer. “Listen, if anyone was not going to tell you this, I would. And I’ll tell you this night”—pointing a finger at me—“You. Are. Selfish. You are fucking selfish. You only think about yourself. Your fucking self. Yes, I am not asking for your stupid nonsense love life to be saved, but I want you to fucking have a conscience.” I froze. Cold waves crawled from my toes despite the shoes.

But I couldn’t. I wanted to be closer to Sapph— even if it was through a girl I kidnapped. That’s why I was doing all of this. For Sapph.. Who am I kidding? Sum ambitiosus excors; im ' non faciens eam. Facio hoc propter me. Sicut ego semper aliquid pro alio quam me.. Ha! quam irrisorie. (Translation: I’m a selfish idiot; I’m not doing this for her. I’m doing this for me. Like I’d ever do anything for someone other than myself. Ha! How ironic.)

A sight to admire. Being the self centred , egoistic brat I am, I was so lost in self appreciation that I forgot everything but as usual my witty and snarky subconsciousness who never forgets to make its presence known to me with its sassy replies, bitter mockings and throwing insults my way made its appearance and yelled at me.

If not, I would have been a lonely boar in this hut. "You're quite egotistical, Mrs. Woods. Although I tried to help, you are still upset with me." He obstructed my path by standing in front of me. "What have you said? Selfish, are you referring to yourself? Mr. Woods, because I believe the term "selfish" refers to someone who only considers themselves. And between the two of us, we know very well that you are the ones whose egos are always satisfied. Who has the illness of tying praise strings on everything?"

He stops but doesn't turn around. But I'm not done. "You think you can just call yourself an asshole and that excuses everything. Well, guess what? I'm an asshole, too. I let a sweet, trusting guy believe I had feelings for him because I was afraid to be alone. I'm estranged from my only living relative because I'm too ashamed of the mess I've become to speak to him anymore. I've spent most of my life pretending to be this selfless, generous person when in reality it was all just a show. I don't look at anything or anyone except to figure out how I might use them to make myself feel better." I throw my arms wide. "So there you have it. I'm just a selfish bitch."