Selfish Self Insert Novels & Stories

At that point, I did not need my mother to feel disappointed in me, as I was already feeling disappointed in myself for the both of us. I have been so selfish no matter how much I tried to persuade people into thinking that I was altruistic, I was extremely selfish. I wanted to save my country, but I did not want to fight for it. I wanted the Sorceress and the Lycan Beast to help me, but I did not want to fulfill my end of the seal. I was so selfish that I asked the Sorceress to bring an innocent young woman from another timeline, from another land, and manipulated this person into trusting me and sacrificing herself instead of me. There was no doubt, I was the worst.

A realization struck me like a lightning bolt—a way to reach Brittany, to chip away at her defenses. I’m thinking about my next move, a spark of an idea ignited in my mind. What if I were to create my own social media persona? A new identity that would be a testament to my transformation. I would share the image of Amber, a woman reborn from the ashes of her past. It would not only serve as a cover but also establish my presence as a new individual—one who wasn't shackled by the pain and memories of Willow Davis.

“I told her that the best revenge is to rise. To stand up, dust yourself off, and show the world that you are more than what he tried to make you believe. Change the personality he knows, love yourself, pamper yourself, treat yourself right, increase the price of being connected to you and always walk with your shoulders high." His words hit something deep inside me. Rise, Dust myself off. "You know why I said that?" He continued. I shook my head. "Because she needed to understand that the most beautiful love story she could ever write was the one where she fell in love with herself, and in doing so, she would discover that she was the missing piece she had been searching for all along." I n

I… succumbed ‘Is he right? I’m I really selfish? I… I’m doing this for myself? I’ve done everything for myself all my life haven’t I? When the kingdom was at stake and I needed to strengthen Zephyr by mating with him, I was busy thinking about my hatred for him. I chose my feelings over his mission. I was being selfish. I have always been like this. I…”

“ im saying you shouldnt have to sacrifice everything just to feel like you are doing enough.” the shame hits fast and mean— like an old shadow rising from the floor. Selfish. That's the word that tries to latch onto me.the one i shove down hard enough to bruise. i shake my head. “ you dont get it.” “ then explain it to me,” he presses softer but more intense. i feel the sting of tears i refuse to let fall. “ i dont want to.” a beat stretches between us— long stretched thin trembling like a wire about to snap.

Even after escaping him, pieces of his control still remained inside me. Zephyr stayed quiet for a moment while looking at me. It felt like he could see every ugly little fear buried beneath my skin. The fear of disappointing people. The fear of becoming a burden. The habit of shrinking myself just to keep everyone else comfortable. “You’re not selfish,” he said finally. His voice stayed soft but firm. “After everything you survived, you have every right to put yourself first.” I sighed tiredly. “It doesn’t feel that way.” My eyes drifted toward the busy road again.

"What if you said no? I didn't wanna look like an idiot." His heart was thumping loud enough to hear. I slipped my hand into his. We looked at ourselves in the mirror, and I whispered, "Thank you." He glanced at me, surprised. Then flashed that easy smile. "You're welcome."

It is a moment captured from the protagonist's narrative, a moment where they engage in a profound dialogue with themselves, exploring the intricacies of their desires, fears, and ambitions. As you immerse yourself in this self-talk, you will uncover layers of the protagonist's psyche, witnessing the tug-of-war between dreams and doubts, between contentment and the pursuit of more. This conversation serves as a pivotal moment in the protagonist's evolution, shaping their understanding of self and their place in the world. Through this intimate exchange, we invite you to ponder your own inner dialogue, to reflect on the complexities of human nature, and to explore the universal themes of long

Tears leak out of my eyes as I spit another one of my memory in his face without having control over what I am saying. “ I—I don’t need to fear anything because you are always there for me. I am not stupid enough to love you selflessly! I am selfish and I want to use you. I want to be happy and I want you to continue making me happy even if you have to be miserable yourself by staying alive and dealing with all the fucking mess you have created. I need to breathe, I want to live not just fucking get by every day praying that the sky falls over and I die…I don’t want that life anymore. I selfishly need you for that and that’s why I fucking love you so damn much because you are the only person

He will come again. I didn't know what to do, should I be happy because my other personality came out and now I can get a proper treatment or should I be sad because my other personality has found himself a mate. And I don't know anything about her. I need to go to the bank to get the money my dad sent me. I am working as a freelancer but I am also getting money from my dad because of my expenses and treatment.