Selfish Self Insert Novels & Stories

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. • ────── ✾ ────── •

"It seems that you don't know me very well, but I'm a very selfish person." "What?" "I can't live in this place knowing that something can happen at any minute. I won't be able to live with myself if I know you're in trouble and I don't do anything to help you when I know I can. How can I face my friends and everyone if they knew we were in ruin? Do you see Dad, I'm very selfish and I only want this for myself." My father looked appalled as I spoke, my words seeming to stir something inside him.

“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.”

But hey, I also have a secret that I didn't tell you about. "Yes," I finally answered. "It's not like you're the only one with a dirty little secret. So it doesn't matter to me." I tilted my head. "You can lean on me, you know. Whenever you want to feel better about yourself, you can use me." … use me as much as you want. Be selfish with me, so I can be selfish with you. After all, aren't we so alike? Two very selfish people. "Do you mean that?" He asked me silently.

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.

They wanted to feel like excellence included them, like the standard existed to lift them rather than to measure how far below it they were standing. Ava knew how to be excellent. She had been doing it since she was twelve years old. She was less certain she knew how to make other people feel excellent, which was a different skill entirely and one that nobody in her life had ever specifically taught her, because the people in her life had always been more interested in the result than the process. She added a fifth bullet point to the document: *Connect.* Then she stared at it. Then she deleted it. Then she typed it again.

She took another sigh, "You don't have to threaten me again." 'F***! I hate myself for this. But I'm being selfish. I won't regret it. The days are filled with anticipation. I want exactly what I think. '

“I became selfish…” I wanted Roy to be all mine, be weak before me. I knew If I let that happen it would destroy him and he would become extremely vulnerable before me. And that is exactly what happened, he is in my palm now. I made the notorious womanizer fall on his knees and offer his very soul to me. But deep down, I felt depraved, guilty. What I did was manipulative and wrong but I became selfish. He was being stubborn not listening so I had to force the confession from his throat.