Selfish Self Insert Novels & Stories

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.

My fiancée and my best friend were the top partners at a multi-million-dollar law firm, while I was just the guy handling the administrative work. In the courtroom, they were in perfect sync, trading fierce legal arguments and sharing an effortless dynamic. In their personal lives, they casually flirted through law jokes that only the two of them understood. I could never get a word in, edge-wise. Every time they laughed, I offered a painfully awkward smile. Even at my mother's funeral, nothing changed. They chatted merrily in front of her coffin, eventually breaking into audible laughter. “Clara, can you greet the guests?” I called out to her. I was the only child in the family, and a

He put a little stress over the word ‘like’ which added more pink to my cheeks. And I had to agree with his words. I had always been myself in front of Lucius, but there was still some shyness in my heart that prevented me from acting casually to him, but now I could feel myself opening more and showing him more colors of myself. “I decide to be more selfish,” I said honestly, “ I learn that there would be things that I would lose if I am not selfish.” Lucius was curious as to why I said so, he asked with a voice full of interest, “how so?”

“If I was lying to you, I'm certain you would have left. All I am saying is open your eyes and don't let someone use you all in the name of the help they want to render or some loyalty. Find your core principle and shed anything that is stopping you from being yourself.” “Why are you being so nice to me? Is there something you want from me?” “If I want anything, it is for you to know yourself, find yourself and be happy with yourself. If you will help me here, it is a secondary need. Only a saved wolf can think about saving others. I have realized that a long time ago and I am strictly having those close to me follow it.” “I'm at my doorstep. I will see you tomorrow. For now, I want to go to

"Madison and I have always been open. You're the one who's always scheming and playing dirty." "Ed—" Edward stiffened suddenly. That had been Younger Me speaking. I pressed on as if I'd lost all strength, saying, "I don't want to stay trapped in the past anymore. I don't want to stay trapped here." I didn't want to keep waking up every night from nightmares filled with a baby's cries. I definitely didn't want to keep living like some kind of criminal, prone to the curses and humiliation of anyone. I had been telling the truth when I said I really had gone back to my own room. But why had no one believed me?

"That I don't want to you go back to him not because I'm afraid it would ruin my plans, but because I just don't want you to! Because I'm selfish!" I felt the growing anticipation. I want to say I don't want to hope… but why do I feel like I already know where this is heading? "Don't you still get it, Eve? I like you! I'm in love with you! And I want to be selfish. I want you to choose me over him!" It was like a bomb.

The happiness bubbling in me slowly drifted away, leaving me empty and guilty. Am I being selfish? Do I care about my dreams more than the people around me? Lock Jade up forever and leave my mother at the mercy of that animal? Was that truly my intention? My shoulder slumped down in defeat and I cried out, cupping my face into my palm. Of course, I was being selfish. Selfish for freedom and accomplishment. So selfish that I had to put my own life at stake. “No, get these thoughts out of your head, get them out," I whispered to myself, trying to shut the accusing words out.

His voice was gentle and sincere. I let out a bitter chuckle, the sting of his words still echoing in my mind like a fresh wound to my heart. But this pain was all too familiar now, a constant ache I had grown accustomed to in his presence. "You were not wrong, Atlas. I am selfish," I admitted with a wry smile, the bitterness of self-awareness lingering on my tongue. "It's just... I haven't really shown you my true selfishness yet," I added, the weight of my words heavy in the air between us.

He got out of the bed, grabbed the bottle and the syringe from under his pillow and made his way to the bathroom. He walked into an empty stall, locked himself in and sat on the closed toilet seat. He opened the cap of the syringe and filled the liquid from the small bottle in it. He took a deep breath, already feeling the pain in his body. Every cell in his body was telling him to stop. To not inject it. It was like he had two brains. One, the one Zadkiel referred to as the rational one, was telling him to inject it because it was for the greater good but the other, the foolish one, was whimpering, begging and pleading him to not do it.

“You’re wrong. I tried to reject you for you. You wouldn’t want me.” It was my turn to take an imposing step forward, sending him one back. The rush of holding the power was exhilarating. “So what you’re saying is you do want me.” “That not… no, I…” he stuttered. I took another step, drunk on the control. “Oh, but it is what you were saying,” I insisted. “You care about me enough to try and let me go instead of drag me along while you act selfishly. Newsflash: that’s not putting yourself first.”