Selfish Thesaurus Novels & Stories

I gave her the key and believed she wouldn't misuse it. My eyes remain darted on the screen as she swiftly runs into the washroom. Zoey plants her paw on my cheek and meows. As I look at her, I imagine she's confused and she's asking what's wrong with me. "I'm selfish, right? I made her cry because she hurt me. But I'm only selfish and expect something only when it's her. Because I feel like only she's the one who can fill me with everything I lack. I'm greedy for everything because she gives me all of those things I crave. Because I trust her more than anyone. I only trust her"

Vada was still caught in the immense shock of the sudden death of her mother, she hardly comes out of her room and would never talk to anyone unless it's her dad. Just like every other day, she just sat up on her bed, hugging herself and gazing out of the window, wishing for her mom to come and hug her and bring breakfast in the room to share with her like she used to, Vada was a very quiet person, so temperamental and a pure introvert who once despicably, cancelled the invitation to the birthday party of her closest friend just because she couldn't see herself leaving her room that day, she also doesn't believe in birthday parties which she would always call waste of cake, but just after he

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.

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?

"What is it about you that makes you think that you're an asshole? What makes you okay with thinking that about yourself?" She sits forward slightly, I remain reclined back in my seat. "I'm a very selfish person, I'm not known for being kind or considerate towards other people unless I get something out of it. And I'm comfortable with it because it takes the pressure off of me" I reason with her. Suddenly it seems to click with her, and she nods as she writes some words down on her page.

“Yes. I’m giving everything up for you.” “I can’t believe you. Do you actually see this as a selfless act? It’s not. You’re being selfish. You can’t have something you want, so you’ll do anything to get it, including hurting the people closest to you. You haven’t matured at all. You’re like a bratty child in a man’s body.”

Ha, like I would even go to a party if my life depended on it. Should I take his apple laptop? Nah, not good enough, I know it would affect him but what the heck would I do with it that I can't do on my phone?. I need something which would affect him and benefit me at the same time. Don't look at me like that, I'm not selfish, he deserves it and it's selfLove tho. Munching on my favourite biscuit, an idea struck, *food* yeah food!. I jumped of my bed and did a booty shake. I can see your face now, told u am crazy.

I couldn’t stop, I won't be able to hold back my tears if I keep standing there. “Don’t be selfish,” he called after me, his tone firmer now, carrying a weight that made my chest tighten. “She’s your sister and you should be happy, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Selfish? Am I being selfish? The word hit me like a slap. But I kept walking, if this is selfishness, then maybe I don’t care. Maybe I wanted to be selfish. Because for once, just once, I want something to remain mine.

All I learn to become selfish and yet arrogant. I loved Maaya from bottom of my heart but yet I start this with my own selfish reason. I choose to break someone heart just for meaningless showoff even though when I know how it felt when someone you love hurt you so badly. I remember how I keep trying to have my parent’s attention when I was a child and they keep ignoring me unless they want to show off me to other people. I never gave her a chance to choose me or understand me all I do is to push myself on her. I was selfish when I touch her, I was selfish when I want to have her but I was the most selfish person when I never confess her for my deeds.

"Child, who the hell told you that being selfish is a bad thing?" The mouth of the little being opened, but soon after closed and caressed his head briefly, I stared at him. "Look and pay close attention to what uncle will tell you. It’s okay to be a complete psycho sometimes, it’s okay to look like a schizophrenic if it makes you happy and if by some fucking chance you feel like you’re being selfish" I held the small face between my hands "so be selfish, Loren. Be selfish for your future and who you love, be selfish before someone else is."