Selfish Sentence Novels & Stories

“You let Camille humiliate me in front of everyone. She claimed you like some trophy, and you just sat there. Didn’t defend me. Didn’t say a word.” His jaw tightened. “You’re overreacting.” “Don’t gaslight me,” she snapped. “I didn’t want to make a scene.” “And letting her cause one was better?” Her voice cracked. “I stood there defending you—and us—and you didn’t say we were together.” “Selena—” “No, I’m not done.” She stepped closer, breath ragged. “I don’t know when this stopped being a contract and started feeling like something else. I don’t know if any of this is real. But I do know how I feel. And it’s not fake.”

"Is it selfish that I want more.?" . *

, she yelled in frustration, " you want me to go through that shame because of some people?" " Alice!" Patricia stood up in a rage, tired of her constant rant, " Your father is not some people." Alice roughened her hair in anger, their situation is driving her crazy. " We can't sell the house, we can't sell the cars, not my car", she shook her head, " I'm not going to fall to the bottom, never", " Can you stop being selfish? For once?", " Selfish? The only selfish person here is you", she pointed at her, " all you care about is you and you and you alone and see where you've brought us; you ruined us."

Just when I thought I can't be any more shocked, she surprises me with yet another shocker. Is she really the one saying this? "Mum-two, I remember you had told me before that we shouldn't do things that would hurt others just for our own personal gain, it's called selfishness and I refuse to believe that you are selfish. Please tell me this is all a joke mum,"

You’ll get a whole new definition of that word. "In case you've forgotten,” I try my best to say it diplomatically even though my heart desires a fight, because it is not wise to create havoc with the driver in the middle of the road, “I have two other kids at home. If I leave, who’s going to mother them?” Selfish, that’s what he is. Only thinks of himself.

I can't bear anymore now". Musa grabbed her chin hard and said looking into her eyes, "Don't be selfish. You are thinking for yourself. Two families are also bound with this relation of ours." Kiara looked at his narrowed eyes and said, “You are the selfish one ,Musa." Musa was confused at her words. He said, “To love someone is not called selfishness." Kiara freed her hands from his grip and grabbed his collar. She said venomously, " To love someone is not called selfishness but to have that person in the wrong way is called selfishness,Musa.As I know you ,No one is more selfish than you".

I sighed heavily. “I thought this was past tense.” I said, clearing my throat. “I am not that fearful, Rosa; now I am bold, and I can stand for myself.” I said to myself. Deliberately raised my eyebrow. “You, this fool, show yourself and stop behaving like a coward.” I typed that and sent it back to the number. I huffed. “Ah ah ah!!!!” This person laughed when I picked up his call and switched off his phone. “Who could this person be?” I said to myself, my face reddening.

"So, you are calling your uncle a liar?" "I didn't say so." "But your statement contradicts his own statement." "Does it?" "Yes it does, Perer. Everything you have been saying since you stepped inside this room has been contradicting itself. Do you want to get help?" "I don't know," I said slowly. "I don't know if I can trust anyone again. I have discovered it is human nature for all of us to be selfish. We feed on selfishness as if it is our daily food. We are all addicted to selfishness. You are addicted to selfishness and can't stop acting as if you know everything about me when you don't. I am addicted to selfishness because I keep on believing I am abnormal when I am normal."

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."

"You're just being selfish." "I am not being selfish. I want to help you. I want to give you the freedom to live a better life. It's for you," I replied to him. He shook his head. "For me?" He took a step forward. Then he cupped my face with both of his hands. “'I want to help you', 'I want to give you the freedom to live a better life '; it all starts with 'I' ... You are the subject and not me. It's not for me, Meredith Kaye. ”