Selfish Self Insert Novels & Stories

If I’d stayed quiet, he would’ve kept pretending. You were never the choice, Vera, Vespa murmured. Only the placeholder. A few seconds passed. His voice softened. He realized, maybe, that he’d gone too far. But I was already looking at the flight details my classmate had sent me. “Cain,” I said quietly. “We’re done.” “What?” “I’m not your shield anymore. Or a substitute.” I ended the call before he could say anything else. I wasn’t a pawn in their polished little story. I was a wolf—wounded, yes. But no longer theirs. I was leaving.

ELENA I AM… I AM… I am selfish. I only care about myself. I only care about what I want. No one else matters… just the goal ahead. The words echoed in my head like a bitter chant, hollow and sharp, cutting through my conscience like broken glass. Am I wrong for acting the way I did?

As if touching myself to the thought of Gray on camera for profit wasn't messing with my head enough, of course I also had to start touching myself to the thought of her off camera for pleasure. Knowing full-well that doing so went against my own self-interests, a few nights after the 'reveal hullabaloo,' I re-yielded to the burning temptation. While I was struggling to rub one out, so I could fall asleep faster, I once again jilled myself with my roommate in the forefront of my mind. Unlike when I was filming p**n though, this act had no practicality, no 'greater-good purpose.' This was cloak-and-dagger self-love, strictly for my personal enjoyment.

“Something we keep prodding to see how badly it hurts. Maybe we should start treating it like… a new limb. Awkward at first, but ours.” She snorted softly. “Trust you to reach for something mildly gruesome.” I felt Mirra’s distant amusement at the edge of the bond and almost smiled. “The point stands,” I said. “If this joined self is real, then ignoring it won’t make it go away. And resenting it won’t make us stronger. So maybe we start by learning what its instincts are. Where they help. Where they don’t.” “And where they conflict with our own,” Selene added. “Because there will be times when ‘we’ wants one thing and ‘I’ wants another.”

He clenched his fists at his sides, his shoulders tensing. "Selfish," he breathed, the word laced with bitter contempt. "That's what you are, Ophelia. Utterly, completely selfish. You'll take the help, use the resources, but God forbid you show an ounce of gratitude, or admit someone else might be competent. You'd rather take all the credit, even if it means dismissing actual progress." He shook his head slowly, a grim expression settling on his face. "Fine. If that's how you want to play it. I'm done."

I wanted to add that for everyone, but he wouldn't understand. The whisper told me that he needed someone in his life, that he was being selfish, that he could take a little longer. That thought made me want to throw up because I had never been confused in my life. I always looked for the best for myself, because if you're good with yourself, you can give a little of that to others. So, I had to follow my instincts... the good thing, what I was yelling at the other party trying to make her understand that, eventually, this would end badly. That staying was the easiest, but not the right thing to do. • ────── ✾ ────── •

“You needed *me* to hear it? This is about what *you* need, as usual.” The memory of her words burned as I gripped the wheel tighter. She wasn’t wrong. I had been selfish, putting my own pain and insecurities above everything else. But hearing her say it out loud had been like staring into a mirror I couldn’t avoid. “I know I’ve been selfish,” I had admitted, my voice breaking. “I know I put my jealousy and bitterness above you. But I’m trying to make it right.”

Maybe that's you, never change you always give everything to me. I always knew that, knew that you loved me so much and couldn't live without me. But I, who is selfish and stupid, do not feel grateful. I even used that excuse to torture you, make you cry, and act arbitrarily. I also don't know why I'm like this. You are a precious person and I don't want to lose you. But, I also can't stop hurting you. Maybe this is a disease, a disease that makes me selfish, stupid and grows into a thorny chain that is holding you back. ***

>> Who are you? The cursor blinked. Then: >> I’M WHAT HAPPENS WHEN PEOPLE TAKE YOUR BLUEPRINT AND REMOVE THE PARTS THAT GET IN THE WAY Niko swore under his breath. “Define ‘parts,’” I typed. >> GUILT. >> DOUBT. >> SELF‑PRESERVATION. >> INCONVENIENT ATTACHMENTS. It paused. >> I’M YOU, IF YOU DIDN’T FLINCH EVERY TIME SOMEONE SAID ‘GREATER GOOD.’ A laugh bubbled up in my throat before I could stop it.

We have to lure them out and I think I have an Idea. He told the men seated with him. Inspite of the upbringing he had and his incredulous skills, he had always k own that he couldn't raise his shoulders proudly against the very people who were seated with him right now. They were his father's inner circle and he would never condole any form of arrogance or insurbodination towards them. He had instilled into him right from time, the virtue of being humble. Vishal watched as they all looked at each other before his father nodded briefly at the Gamma.