Selflessly Selfish Novels & Stories

At this point, Alice felt a weight of guilt slammed into her. This is really unfair on her part. She lives with Andre and how can she not be happy to find out her son is a prince? He'd lived for others, never considering his own comfort and she was sobbing and pleading with his parents to go away and look for him elsewhere. This is not fair, and it's definitely not love. “Forgive me your majesty…I was selfish a while ago…” Alice apologised and clasped her hands together. The act she put up a while ago, the words she uttered, is called selfishness. There isn't anything else that it can be called.

She stopped herself; she couldn't judge him just by hearing his few words; that would be wrong from her side. "I..." she lowered her eyes, suddenly feeling guilty for what she was going to blabber out. "What!! What you wanted to say..." he raises his brow. Anna nodded and said, "Let's go. We are getting late." "One minute, selfish...?" He looked into her eyes and said further, "If I want to live the way I want, I am selfish. If I take care of myself, then I become selfish." "No, don't say that; I didn't mean it." Anna tried to convince him, but he started waking up further. "Listen, Neel. I am sorry. It came out of my mouth. I know, not all are the same."

She growled at him in pain. He gritted his teeth and said, “This deal wasn’t made out of selfish interest, like you so want to believe.” “You sacrificed your soul.” “I sacrificed my soul to save others!” He thundered, and she flinched back from him. His eyes turned black once again. “There’s nothing selfish about that; that’s a selfless act. The only one selfish here is you because you’re only thinking of yourself!” She gasped at his words as if he had hit her with his hands, and the impact showed on her face.

Even when I lay bleeding from a gunshot wound to my stomach, hovering somewhere between life and death, I refused to let go. All my life, I had always been selfless to a fault, putting others before myself, enduring quietly, sacrificing without complaint, but in that moment on the cold floor, I wanted to be selfish for the first time. I was selfish. I clung desperately to life because I did not want to die. I did not want my baby to die. I did not want to leave Apollo, my family, and my friends.

It was how I protected myself from feeling anything that was built on the foundation of a maybe situation. "You find it easier to do something not selfish. And let me tell you, Autumn, I find that," he laughed softly, "very peculiar." "What's so peculiar about that?" I shot back defensively. "You don't even know us that well, and you want to save us from something that'll upset us. If that isn't selfless, what is it?" "Maybe I was being delusional," I said. "I was being delusional by assuming that they would care at all if I left-"

Organizing an order perhaps? I was nearly lost in the faint sounds that her sigh broke off my thoughts. “Sometimes, you're really TRULY selfish.” “What?” I blinked in shock. Her voice was completely deadpan, free of anger or bitterness, as though stating a fact. “In your attempt to be selfless, you make the most selfish cowardly decisions, and that can be misinterpreted so easily to others and even to yourself. It works so hand in hand when it comes to you.” She chuckled

I defend myself, I don’t like the way he is staring at me now. Ray’s frown deepens, “When you are fighting for the greater good, the last thing on your mind is how to save yourself. I would not have been able to save you if I was putting myself first.” I bite my lip, his words cutting through me, “Right, I guess I am the selfish one here,” I turn away from them and their accusing gazes, “Fine, do what you want. It’s not like I can force my opinion on anyone.” I walk out before Ray can say anything else.

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.

"You're so busy taking care of everyone else. The boys. Your writing. The diner. When do you take care of yourself?" "I don't need—" "Yes, you do. You're allowed to be selfish sometimes, Elizabeth. You're allowed to want things just for you." Selfish. He'd been telling me that for years. "Be selfish. Ask for help. Let people in." But I couldn't. Because being selfish meant admitting I wanted more than survival. And wanting more felt like betraying everything I'd lost. "Sam..." I didn't know what I was going to say. Didn't know how to explain the war inside me.

I wanted to ask for his opinion about moving out but a big part of me knew that he would be so disappointed and would try to dissuade me from doing so. So I decided to tell him but not directly. "There's a... Solution to all of this, carrying the burden off my chest, but I don't know if I should do it or not." "Anaya," he called my name softly. "Sometimes, in life, people have to be selfish in order for them to be happy. If we keep thinking about others then we will only do things to please others while slowly killing ourselves and that's not fair, it never is.