Selfishly Selfless Novels & Stories

But above all, what if that very decision of yours erases and destroys the essence of your personality and sanity? There are countless reasons, but it all boils down to the fact that everyone is selfish. Some people are driven by the desire for acceptance, love, and happiness for their own sake. They want to be loved and accepted so much that they are willing to do anything, even if it means being selfish towards others, just to make them see their importance. On the other hand, some people find happiness and freedom to be the reason for others' joy. It's a personal choice whether this is considered selfish, as they are sacrificing their own happiness for the sake of others.

“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.”

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."

"Is it selfish that I want more.?" . *

“Yes. All these while, even when I first met you, you never thought about yourself. You made sure to put others first before yourself. That’s a pretty selfless thing to do,” “Well, you’ve got it all wrong, Morgan. I’m selfish. I’m the most selfish person I know. I’m selfish enough to do anything that won't ever drive me apart from Martha because she is my entire world now. And nothing can change that,” I immediately debunked his observation. I’m not trying to be the good guy here, I never was. I’m doing things to favor me, even if it means taking up such a position. They need to get that straight.

"When I wanted to be SUG secretary, you were chosen over me, when I wanted to be the choir leader in our fellowship, you were the one they all chose; and now, the one man my heart beats for still chose you over me." She turned back, facing them; "you left me with nothing!" "No, that's not true, it was your reckless lifestyle back then that made you lose in all of that," Angela argued. "Reckless lifestyle!" She yelled. "You call it a reckless lifestyle! What about Edwin? It's that a reckless lifestyle too?" "Excuse you, my friend here isn't behind your misfortune; you should go look for what is really behind it, or better still, work on yourself!" Margaret interrupted.

But hey, I also have a secret that I didn't tell you about. "Yes," I finally answered. "It's not like you're the only one with a dirty little secret. So it doesn't matter to me." I tilted my head. "You can lean on me, you know. Whenever you want to feel better about yourself, you can use me." … use me as much as you want. Be selfish with me, so I can be selfish with you. After all, aren't we so alike? Two very selfish people. "Do you mean that?" He asked me silently.

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

“I don't know what I'm going to do right and wrong Liam… There are things I really don't want to let go of. But… I don't want to be selfish. I don't want anyone to be hurt because of me. I want to fight all we have but the difficulty. It is heartbreaking that we were only happy for a while and now we are in trouble again. ” Her brows are angled up and she seems to want to cry but no tears come out of her eyes. I put my hand on the top of her head brush my hand through her hair. "I'm sorry baby…" I whispered. “But, you don't carry everything Crystal. It’s not bad to be selfish sometimes especially when it comes to your personal happiness. You don’t have to take responsibility for what

She was quiet for a moment. Then she asked softly, “Are you?” The question didn’t feel like an attack. It felt… genuine. “I don’t know,” I admitted. She leaned back on her hands. “Want to know what selfish actually looks like?” I glanced at her. “It looks like someone who doesn’t care who gets hurt as long as they get what they want.” She shrugged. “You look like someone who’s scared of hurting everyone and ended up doing it anyway.” That hit harder than I expected.