Selfish Self Insert Novels & Stories

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 was blinded and I chose to convince myself that there's nothing wrong with it. I didn't notice that I was falling deeper to him. When I got the chance to own him, I chose to be selfish. I didn’t think of his feelings. “I wish I wasn’t selfish. If only I controlled myself I wouldn't be feeling this way,” I said after crying as I remembered those memories.

*Silas* "Imagine a table in front of you. Now, take the last forty-eight hours of your life and lay them out on that table. Spread them out and take a good look at your work. It’s extraordinary, isn’t it? Each of you came here feeling lost and trapped by a narrative written by others. Yet, in just four days… yes, only four days… you have discovered a vision and begun to design a blueprint for a better self. And this is just the beginning."

She closed her eyes and then she whispered to herself, "Sometimes, it's best to be selfish and love yourself first, Emma. That way, you wouldn't beg for anyone's love." She repeated it a few more times like a mantra, before she slowly opened her eyes and turned back to her files, her face a little harder than before, her spine a little straighter.

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 woman that watches me smile, wrap your arms around me, touching, kissing. I want to belong to you and only you!

"I let mother call me selfless. I let the elders praise me for stepping up. And underneath all of it, some ugly, selfish part of me wanted this. Wanted to matter, finally, the way you'd always mattered without ever having to ask for it." "Matteo—" "Let me finish," I said, my voice shaking now, two years of careful hedging finally giving way to the full, unguarded truth. "I took your place at that altar because grief gave me permission to want something I would have been ashamed to want any other way. I've spent two years telling myself it was noble. It wasn't. It was the first genuinely selfish thing I ever let myself do, and I've been paying for it, and making everyone around me pay for it

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.

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?"