Selfish Self Insert Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

As her eyes traversed the visual tapestry before her, her lips were subjected to the unwitting pressure of her teeth—a subconscious manifestation of the thoughts that churned within her. Amidst this private reverie, Ava found herself tethered to a moment—a moment that was equal parts introspection and assertion. In a hushed voice, as if to imbue her words with an unwavering certainty, she breathed forth a mantra that echoed in the quiet confines of her thoughts, "I know I'm over you. I know I'm over you. I know this." The repetition was a testament to her determination, a pledge that she made to herself—a promise that she was fervently determined to uphold.

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.

“You’re so fucking selfish, Bowen. Good night.” -- The next morning, Beta Grant’s words played in my head. How was I selfish? Because I wanted out of a controlling and abusive relationship with a man who forced me to marry him in the first place? How was that so wrong? We walked in silence, but I was getting frustrated. “How am I selfish?” I demanded. “What?” “Last night you called me selfish, and I want to know why you think I am.” Beta Grant shook his head. “All you care about is yourself and what you want.”

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.”

I scold myself internally. Oh dear God, help me.

more or less. I'm selfish and all... I know... I don't mind being the bad guy...I can be the bad guy than the good guy who end up regretting everything.

"This is what you want, right? Money and the fucking spellbook the whole fucking thing—probably got you into this mess. You’re so fucking pretty, but your selfishness is ugly, Pearl." Rage stings his every word, and when he grips the bag and holds it high, taunting above me, I lunge at him, pushing past Finn to try to reach the only thing that’s keeping me here. He has no idea how deep my selfishness really is. I’ll choose myself again and again if it means we’ll live through this all. Because I’ve already lost one person I cared about. I can’t let anyone else be near enough to allow that to happen again. Selfishness is the only thing I have to keep the people around me safe. Selfishness is