Romans & histoires Selflessly Selfish

I watched in silence, hoping that they wouldn’t get into a fight or else I would have no choice but to go in between. “Saving others isn’t your job. Stop saving others by killing yourself! Be selfish at least for once, you dumb bitch!” the girl yelled before shaking Sea by holding her shoulders. I couldn’t help but feel torn between what they were saying since the girl I don’t really know is kind of right in a sense, but then again, it was still a bit selfish. But then again, being too selfless is also wrong.

"Are you seriously calling my mother selfish?" "Yes!" she spat, her voice gaining strength again, fueled by a lifetime of resentment. "She was! She had all the good fortune—the love, the power, the destiny. And she never once stopped to think about how her sister felt, being left with nothing but her scraps!" "That's a huge lie," I said, my voice cold and final. "You were the selfish one. You didn't want a life of your own; you wanted to steal my mother's. In this life, you will always find someone who seems to have more. The point isn't to take it from them. It's to focus on your own path and become the best version of yourself. Your only competition should have been the person you were yes

I… succumbed ‘Is he right? I’m I really selfish? I… I’m doing this for myself? I’ve done everything for myself all my life haven’t I? When the kingdom was at stake and I needed to strengthen Zephyr by mating with him, I was busy thinking about my hatred for him. I chose my feelings over his mission. I was being selfish. I have always been like this. I…”

Eva quickly waved it off. “Doesn’t seem like the answer to me, though. There’s not enough order in it. To be perfectly honest, it would only work if everyone was selfless. The problem is, you can count on half of everyone else to be selfish. And like it or not, for everyone who’s like Azrael, a deeply selfless person, there’s people like That Idiot, who only thinks of himself. “This disparity is at the root of humanity. We’re joined by community, but separated individually.

I have so many plans but at the same time, there is always someone who'll block me from doing what I want and from being happy. I know myself, I can literally vanish but I didn't. I can always choose to just be invisible for no one to see me trying so hard to reach my goals but I know that I'll be unfair for that. I'll be unfair for thinking of my own happiness. In this life, thinking of yourself is selfish. What the fuck do they want me to do? Should I always be selfless then? I can use my ability but those consequences will hurt me and everybody who loves me.

This time she remained shut wholly. "You are saying that love should not be selfish. Ain't your love is selfish that even after knowing I might not be able to live without you, you don't want to live with me," Her existence shuddered, processing his words. Her wordless droplets of tears continued to wet her cheeks because she knew somehow he was extremely correct. Her love was selfish too. This time, he beamed a genuine smile before palming her face. "Don't blame yourself for anything, mi nena because we all are selfish but the only difference is you all remain selfish within the boundaries of sanity and my insanity makes me the most selfish,"

“You’re so fucking selfish, Bowen. Good night.” -- The next morning, Beta Grant’s words played in my head. How was I selfish? Because I wanted out of a controlling and abusive relationship with a man who forced me to marry him in the first place? How was that so wrong? We walked in silence, but I was getting frustrated. “How am I selfish?” I demanded. “What?” “Last night you called me selfish, and I want to know why you think I am.” Beta Grant shook his head. “All you care about is yourself and what you want.”

"You are trying to keep me on a leash! The same way he did! The same exact way!" "You're being selfish." The word left his mouth before he could stop it, and I watched him register the impact the moment it landed. Something flickered across his face, regret maybe, but the damage was already done. Selfish. The woman who lost a baby, crawled out a window with broken ribs, and signed a contract to survive was selfish because she wanted to make her own decisions for once in her miserable life. "Leave me alone," I whispered, and every ounce of fight drained from my voice, replaced by something tired and heavy and final. "Don't talk to me. Don't follow me. Don't track me. Don't save me. Just leave

"This is madness. I'm just a designer. I was merely trying to survive. None of this adds up." "But it does," Elise murmured, "because this was never about love or business. It was about control About legacy. Your legacy." Serena felt her legs buckle, and she collapsed onto a dusty armchair, eyes fixed on the photo. "I don't want this," she uttered quietly Elise nodded. "I didn't either. But wishing doesn't alter reality." Serena looked up,

He had always wished and wanted to explore a lady in a manner which he had tagged illicit. Eugene was the man who, if he was financially buoyant, would always go for what he wanted and do whatever it was that he wanted to do without thinking about others. Yes, he was selfish in a not-too-good way, or rather, he was selfish in a godly way.