Selfish Thesaurus Novels & Stories

He replied with a serious face, and he brought his left hand to my face to hold my chin with his index finger to make me look up to his blue eyes. "What now, Maia? You chicken out?" He teased me while his smile is slowly growing wide in victory. And, I let out a scoff at his overconfidence, and I rolled my eyes at him playfully. No, I am not afraid of him or of what he could do. What I am afraid about... is the fact that everything that we have right now is not forever. The fact that I am just his other woman. Am I wrong? Wrong to give him what he wants, and what I want? Am I wrong to follow what I feel? To let my emotion govern my sense of morality? I mean, I feel like I am being selfish ri

The impact took me off my feet and crashed me on the ground. Israel stood over me and began to curse me. " You fool! You bloody fool! You think I'm selfish? Do I look like I give a damn? Look at me and look at you! I can never view you as my equal. You think you know a lot about this world but you don't know sqat. This world is cruel and evil and selfish. If you must survive, you must be the same too. I'm no saint and I don't claim to be one. I'm the guy who caught my father's murderer and fed him alive to my crocodiles. I'm the same guy who sold his soul to the devil so I can protect my family and the Giovanni empire. Yes I'm selfish. A selfish man makes sacrifices but these sacrifices alwa

I craved more than friendship. Beneath my flesh, I was greedy. I was like a merchant, trading with wanderers— offering an item with much higher value than it supposed to be. A predator hunting for its prey, at the same time competing against their fellow breed. A queen who was gifted with golden touch by the gods, turning all things into gold and fortune for her own sake. I needed Khloe more than I deserve her. So starving and thirsty— so desperate of her to the extent that I overlooked my own fear. I bravely clutched to her with one selfish goal in my mind— I sought her to be mine alone.

And look where it got us. How dared I think of doing it again? I stepped back from Red, her touch suddenly burning me. "If you choose her, you'll just let her die too. You don't care enough. You've always been selfish." Selfish. Selfish. Selfish. The word began to pelt all over, leaving welts of pain on my body. The welts were so itchy. I started to scratch. The itch didn't reduce. I need to get out of these clothes.

Alejandro's Pov Human want. The strong desire to own or possess something or someone that is either unavailable, absent or inaccessible. The most interesting thing about selfish desires is the vicious manner at which it digs its claws beneath your skin, leaving you in complete pain and agony until you’re fully surrendered to the carelessness and recklessness of those desires.

If not, I would have been a lonely boar in this hut. "You're quite egotistical, Mrs. Woods. Although I tried to help, you are still upset with me." He obstructed my path by standing in front of me. "What have you said? Selfish, are you referring to yourself? Mr. Woods, because I believe the term "selfish" refers to someone who only considers themselves. And between the two of us, we know very well that you are the ones whose egos are always satisfied. Who has the illness of tying praise strings on everything?"

"This is what you want, right? Money and the fucking spellbook the whole fucking thing—probably got you into this mess. You’re so fucking pretty, but your selfishness is ugly, Pearl." Rage stings his every word, and when he grips the bag and holds it high, taunting above me, I lunge at him, pushing past Finn to try to reach the only thing that’s keeping me here. He has no idea how deep my selfishness really is. I’ll choose myself again and again if it means we’ll live through this all. Because I’ve already lost one person I cared about. I can’t let anyone else be near enough to allow that to happen again. Selfishness is the only thing I have to keep the people around me safe. Selfishness is

He stops but doesn't turn around. But I'm not done. "You think you can just call yourself an asshole and that excuses everything. Well, guess what? I'm an asshole, too. I let a sweet, trusting guy believe I had feelings for him because I was afraid to be alone. I'm estranged from my only living relative because I'm too ashamed of the mess I've become to speak to him anymore. I've spent most of my life pretending to be this selfless, generous person when in reality it was all just a show. I don't look at anything or anyone except to figure out how I might use them to make myself feel better." I throw my arms wide. "So there you have it. I'm just a selfish bitch."

He couldn't just understand. Did he just make her homeless to get his future remain planned according to him! Did he become selfish! Though it came from him only, the right instant, he was enraged. Selfish was a word, he hated with a passion. He couldn't digest it to get himself described with the word. He wasn't selfish. He never was and that's why he was here, handling business.

I'd pick my mate, call me manipulative, selfish or whatever. I'd prioritize myself this time.