Selflessly Selfish Novels & Stories

I muttered to myself. I stared at the mirror, looking at the woman, I have become and married him for something precious and not this. Loving wealth, fame, power and still do my thing normally, that's my goal. Suffering became part of me when I was growing up. Suffering and street life is what I wouldn't like to experience again. He is a caring and lovable husband, but he wants to be the head. My voice doesn't count. “I have a voice, I am a brave lady.” I said to myself and stood up grandly to the dinning room to meet him.

NICHOLAS POV Sometimes in life it feels so fuckin' good to be selfish, having everything to yourself, not caring about anyone, not feeling pain of someone, just taking care of only yourself. I intended to be selfish to that little flower named Lily, but then, won't it be more fun if the other party enjoys my selfishness, I mean, I'm using her but she'll like it.

“That’s different.” “How?” “Because that’s about justice, about making him pay for everything he’s done, this is just…” I gestured between us, searching for words. “This is just me being selfish and reckless.” “Maybe you deserve to be selfish for once.” The words hung between us and I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to explain that I’d been trained for years to put everyone else first, to smile and nod and sacrifice what I wanted for the good of Alfred’s career, for the family image, for the campaign, and the idea of choosing something just because I wanted it felt foreign and dangerous.

“ im saying you shouldnt have to sacrifice everything just to feel like you are doing enough.” the shame hits fast and mean— like an old shadow rising from the floor. Selfish. That's the word that tries to latch onto me.the one i shove down hard enough to bruise. i shake my head. “ you dont get it.” “ then explain it to me,” he presses softer but more intense. i feel the sting of tears i refuse to let fall. “ i dont want to.” a beat stretches between us— long stretched thin trembling like a wire about to snap.

I can't bear anymore now". Musa grabbed her chin hard and said looking into her eyes, "Don't be selfish. You are thinking for yourself. Two families are also bound with this relation of ours." Kiara looked at his narrowed eyes and said, “You are the selfish one ,Musa." Musa was confused at her words. He said, “To love someone is not called selfishness." Kiara freed her hands from his grip and grabbed his collar. She said venomously, " To love someone is not called selfishness but to have that person in the wrong way is called selfishness,Musa.As I know you ,No one is more selfish than you".

Before I could realize what I just blurted out Dhriti had already heard it. She sat on the chair placed in the garden and asked me to take a seat too and I obliged. "You know, sometimes we do something thinking it as a selfless act but that only brings pain to the people we care for." "But isn't being selfish a cowardly act?" That's what I have known all my life. "Not every time. Sometimes you need to be selfish. Your inner demon will always try to pull you back, you inferior complexities will never let you breathe but at that time all you have to do is listen to your heart."

He clenched his fists at his sides, his shoulders tensing. "Selfish," he breathed, the word laced with bitter contempt. "That's what you are, Ophelia. Utterly, completely selfish. You'll take the help, use the resources, but God forbid you show an ounce of gratitude, or admit someone else might be competent. You'd rather take all the credit, even if it means dismissing actual progress." He shook his head slowly, a grim expression settling on his face. "Fine. If that's how you want to play it. I'm done."

I gave her the key and believed she wouldn't misuse it. My eyes remain darted on the screen as she swiftly runs into the washroom. Zoey plants her paw on my cheek and meows. As I look at her, I imagine she's confused and she's asking what's wrong with me. "I'm selfish, right? I made her cry because she hurt me. But I'm only selfish and expect something only when it's her. Because I feel like only she's the one who can fill me with everything I lack. I'm greedy for everything because she gives me all of those things I crave. Because I trust her more than anyone. I only trust her"

“Sometimes, one needs to be selfish in order to find happiness.” “Maybe you’re right,” Seth muttered. “But I’m no hero. I’m just a loyal knight. If I choose to be selfish for my own good, whatever I achieve later will lose its value.” He turned his back to leave, “You seemed to know a lot that you didn’t ask me why I’m initially here in the first place. I have to go,” he said.

He gestured toward the madness. “You see that?” he said, “That… that is the true nature of people. Everyone is selfish. Strip them of their comfort, and the beast underneath shows. They’ll devour each other for crumbs, never minding who’s trampled along the way.” I said nothing, but I couldn’t look away. The truth in his words clanged like a bell inside me. That meat could have been enough for all of them. If they’d shared it calmly, sat down, and taken turns, they would have been satisfied, but no, everyone lunged for a bigger piece, no one looked at the person beside them.