Selfish Si Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“That’s none of your business.” She smirked. “So that’s a yes.” I exhaled sharply, grabbing a book from the shelf. “Look, I don’t know why you care, but yeah, Sierra is my mate. Our mate.” Her expression faltered for a moment before she folded her arms. “That’s ridiculous. You can’t all be with one girl.” I met her gaze evenly. “Well, we are.” She scoffed. “You know, you could do better.” I frowned. “Excuse me?”

Sierra is grumpy, distrustful, and absolutely hates showing her weakness to others. So, if I were Sierra, yesterday night, I would try to convince Xavier that I didn’t have a nightmare and make up an excuse which she did. And because she’s distrustful, she wouldn’t tell me what her dream was so I’m assuming since she hates vulnerability like the plague, she probably had a dream where she was vulnerable. She probably let me in telling herself she didn’t want that to happen again and now she’s embarrassed because I saw the side of herself she hates the most.

“Because I am selfish. And if I had any self-control, I would’ve walked away from you that first night. But the moment I saw you looking up at me with those damn eyes?” He sounds furious—at himself “So yeah. Call it what it is—greedy bastard couldn’t help himself.” “So you’re just gonna hurt me now” “Damn it, Tiana. Do you think I want to? I'd do anything to keep that from happening—but it's inevitable. I've never been the guy to settle down. I'm used to taking what I want and moving on to the next thing. But you're different. You're getting under my skin in a way I don't know how to deal with. I'm a selfish bastard, you know that. But you make me feel like a monster.”

he spat. Shooting a finger at me, he took a step closer. “Listen, if anyone was not going to tell you this, I would. And I’ll tell you this night”—pointing a finger at me—“You. Are. Selfish. You are fucking selfish. You only think about yourself. Your fucking self. Yes, I am not asking for your stupid nonsense love life to be saved, but I want you to fucking have a conscience.” I froze. Cold waves crawled from my toes despite the shoes.

She scoffed, her expression sour as she leaned back in the chair, crossing her arms. Mika couldn’t help but chuckle, her lips curling into a grin. “God, that’s so typical. You should’ve seen your face when you said that. I can already hear the sarcasm in your voice. You're pretty good at making them realize you mean business.” “I don’t have a choice,” Sierra muttered, looking away as she ran a hand through her hair in frustration. “I’ve spent so much of my life proving I don’t need anything from anyone. I can’t just let some rich guy think that money will make me change my mind. I hate that.”

“Did I miss something? It seems like your discussion this time was really fun, even I didn't understand what you were discussing at all. It's as if I'm like an item that you have to throw in turns and of course that will never be good at all, right?" "Today was the first time I asked you to Japanese him, and C immediately gave it up and then now he says he is very stupid if all this is my fault. It's true that everything has to be like that, his attitude is so very selfish and also very stupid, it can never be imagined that at any time and at any time he will never admit his mistake. So for what? Even thousands of times we try so hard to tell him that this is something that doesn't need to b

The thought made my stomach flutter with happiness, and my wolf grumble angrily. My wolf, Sierra, only wanted what was best for me. She protected and supported me more than even Derek did, but that doesn't mean we see eye to eye all of the time. Sierra believes it would change my life to have a mate, I happen to agree with her on that front. I know that finding a mate will destroy what bits of me I have stowed away for myself. Having a mate will strip all of that from me and more, and leave me nothing more than some man's play toy and child incubator. The thought of some strange man touching me again made me shudder in fear.

Sarn When Bastian came to the nightclub, he demanded I return to the dragon realm. I told him to go to hell. Not that I wanted him to join me because really I just wanted to be alone in hell and drink myself to death. Damn Bastian and damn this pint-sized female for not leaving me to my nightmare of constant self-loathing. "Are you done glaring at me or should I just sit here and give you a little more time?" Sierra asks, cutting off my pity party.

7 Sienna’s POV I’m losing myself. It’s been building for weeks, this slow, creeping obsession. I should hate him for it—for the way he’s unraveled me, twisted me into something I don’t recognize. I should push back, regain control. But I don’t. I can’t. Not when every touch, every command, every filthy word he’s ever whispered to me has burrowed so deep inside me I can’t escape it. Not when I close my eyes and all I see is him.

I glance at the tiramisu clutched tightly against my chest. “Do you believe me now, Ms. Machiavelli?” Martha asks, her lips twisted in a knowing smile. The realization hits like a punch to my chest. I press my palm against my sternum, trying to calm the butterflies that are fluttering all over my heart. I glance at the tiramisu again, feeling my resolve weaken. This is not the Silvan I know. The Silvan I know is a selfish, ruthless business man. He would never inconvenience himself for someone else’s comfort. He would never place another person’s needs above his own.