Novel & Cerita Selfish Thesaurus

Carving out the words that I wanted to keep hidden for so long. Alex tsks and then goes on. "You keep telling yourself that you don't want to be queen. Yet you do everything in your power to make sure no one took that control from you. Selfish. You've always been so selfish. Manipulative, really. Using poor Levi, just to give yourself some reason for existence." He points over to Levi. A corrupted smirk taking over my thoughts.

His voice was gentle and sincere. I let out a bitter chuckle, the sting of his words still echoing in my mind like a fresh wound to my heart. But this pain was all too familiar now, a constant ache I had grown accustomed to in his presence. "You were not wrong, Atlas. I am selfish," I admitted with a wry smile, the bitterness of self-awareness lingering on my tongue. "It's just... I haven't really shown you my true selfishness yet," I added, the weight of my words heavy in the air between us.

Nothing I can offer will equal what you have given me. I don't want to share my future with anyone other than you. I don't want someone else to try and make me happy. Is it selfish? That I will only ever want you and you alone. Maybe. Probably, but honestly, I don't give a shit what everybody else thinks. I want you to be the only man that watches me smile when I explore new and exciting places, wrapping his arms around me, touching, kissing. I want to belong to you and only you!

It sucked that I’d chosen the low road, that I’d gone against everything I was taught, but I didn’t feel any remorse, if anything I wanted more, Theodore Duke was like a drug, and the more I took him in, the more I got addicted to him. “Then stop apologizing for going after what you want.” He said one hand caressing my bottom lip while the other and pulled up the privacy glass separating us from the driver who seemed to mind his own business. “It’s not that easy.” I frowned. “It is, angel.” He stated pulling me onto his lap till I was straddling him. “In this life, it’s ok to be a little selfish, if you don’t look out for yourself, no one will do it for you.”

Never been so inflexible, so unwilling to compromise. "Adrian—" "I said no, Zendaya." His voice was rising again, frustration and fear making it sharp. "For once in your life, stop being so selfish and think about what's at stake here!" The word hit me like a physical blow. Selfish. "I'm not being selfish—"

I can be both, so I look for people who can be too. " Let's see if you understand, petit garçon ." He gets up and approaches me. Find another way in and out. I need those codes without having to go through a swamp. I stand in front of him after downing the last drink. Even though we're friends, Jason Boucher has that personality trait called selfishness. Selfishness that he does not know how to hide. That part of him has always made noise with me, since we trained with dumbbells as kids and he didn't want to share the red ones with me, until now when we have to obtain those chemical information codes and he forgets that we are in this together.

‘…since you’ve decided to be selfish… it’s just another entitled, powerful man, flexing his muscles… you’ll be left more miserable than your father left you…’ ‘… miserable… shameless… selfish… pathetic… Pathetic… Pathetic!’ I tugged hard on the roots of my hair and screamed.

“And you’ve always been the same. Hoarding every scrap, acting like you’re the only one who deserves anything.” Ken’s nostrils flared. “At least I don’t take what isn’t mine.” “You mean like the toys you snatched when we were boys? Or the way you grabbed Father’s praise before anyone else could breathe? You’ve always been greedy, Ken. Greedy and terrified someone might beat you at your own game.” Ken decided to reply with the intention to open old wounds. “And you’ve always been reckless. Running after trouble, ruining everything you touch. You think charm will hide your selfishness, but it won’t. No it won’t.”

“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.”

Only, I have another challenge coming. It's a war of sentiments and sanity. He is a selfish bastard. There cannot be anything good in him. He is arrogant, ignorant, and narcissistic. He manipulates and has no respect for anyone. He kills for power. He is in trouble. A mistake you can never afford. I chant it, seeping it ever so slowly into my conscience so it can forward to my subconscious mind. It must be firmly engraved.