Selfish Sentence Novels & Stories

Hе grabbed mу arm, but I ѕnаtсhеd іt аwау giving hіm my bасk оff glare. “Ahh, so nоt rеаllу bothered аbоut mе but ѕсаrеd аbоut thе wrаth уоu’ll fасе when Mum соmеѕ hоmе.” Alwауѕ looking out fоr number one. Selfish ріg.

I frowned deeply and asked, "Why, you read my mind?" She scoffed and said, "Of course, to know you better". I glared at her and asked, "What you get to know?". She sighed and replied, "I get that you are selfish" I huffed and said, "You know what? I am done. Let me" before I finish she cut me and said, "But you want them. Don't you?" I sighed and replied, "Yep, not only want but need them" she nodded her head

Before I could realize what I just blurted out Dhriti had already heard it. She sat on the chair placed in the garden and asked me to take a seat too and I obliged. "You know, sometimes we do something thinking it as a selfless act but that only brings pain to the people we care for." "But isn't being selfish a cowardly act?" That's what I have known all my life. "Not every time. Sometimes you need to be selfish. Your inner demon will always try to pull you back, you inferior complexities will never let you breathe but at that time all you have to do is listen to your heart."

‘you don’t know what I need, so please, listen to me,” I almost shout. “Why don’t you stop being so selfish?” That makes me pause, having caught in surprise. “selfish?” I ask “yes, storm, selfish. You have been walking around not at all asking us how we are feeling, how we are taking this, we are at your constant beck and call, and you have been nothing but selfish. You are shutting us off and we too, experienced a loss tonight!” “don’t shout at me.” “I am not shouting! I am hurt! I am speaking my mind and my hurt is breaking but you are not seeing that!

"I am not angry with you. I should have shown you what was inside that folder a long time ago. But I was selfish." "Selfish?" I repeated, my brow furrowing as the bitter sting of confusion twisted in my gut. "What does that mean?"

“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.”

ELENA I AM… I AM… I am selfish. I only care about myself. I only care about what I want. No one else matters… just the goal ahead. The words echoed in my head like a bitter chant, hollow and sharp, cutting through my conscience like broken glass. Am I wrong for acting the way I did?

Debutant balls, fundraisers, charities, community, and now even my own happiness. The more I think while we journey on to wherever it is we are going the more I begin to resent all the aspects of my life that have driven me to this point of self betrayal. Maybe it would be better off if I stayed gone a bit longer. Let all parties conduct their businesses as they may. I have nothing to lose at this point. Yet at the same time I’m not sure exactly what I want either.

“I’ve never once claimed to be a fair man.” “Oh?” I ask while he continues to undress me. “Are you saying that you’re a cheat?” “No,” he responds, leaning forward and pressing his lips against my skin once more. “But I’ve never said that I didn’t want to possess whatever belongs to me. I’m sorry, but I’m a selfish man.” “That’s fine.” I giggle. “Because I’m pretty selfish myself.” “Oh?” He asks, reaching my hips. “Then I guess we are one and the same.”

I messed up with her that I know, I am selfish and I know that too but what does everyone want in this world besides happiness? I think that we are all just lost souls looking for a glimpse of happiness in our miserable lives and when we find it, we become selfish and want to hold on to it no matter the cost. I know that I am not the only one out here looking for that glimpse of happiness and I had it. For seven months I had it and I was at my happiest. Is it selfish? Yes, it is but who isn’t? We all do things and makes decisions all in the name of finding that glimpse of happiness.