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Alvin muttered under his breath, his voice low and bitter, each word laced with the heat of his jealousy. The question echoed in his mind, filling him with a sense of frustration and helplessness that he couldn’t shake. His pulse quickened, the steady thump of his heartbeat growing erratic as the jealousy tightened its grip on him. Every fiber of his being bristled with the emotions he had kept buried for so long, and now, watching Patricia laugh so effortlessly with Caleb, those feelings surged to the surface, impossible to ignore.

Introvert," he mumbled typing. "Would you consider yourself jealous?" I asked amused looking at the question in the magazine. "I'm just going to put you down for yes," I said "I thought you said this was my quiz," he said amused and I smiled. "It is but Xavier this is a no brainier," "How so?" He asked confused. "You don't consider yourself jealous?" I asked just as confused. "No I do not," he said placing his work on the coffee table before us. "Why not?" "Amelia your mine not anyone else's, so how can I be jealous of what is already mine?"

I laughed out loudly, pointing at Cadell. His face came swollen in rage, as he pointed back in his defense, saying, “I am not jealous of that donkey! Cadell doesn’t get jealous! It’s the ladies job to be jealous when they see me with another lady! And you better start practicing because you’ll be seeing me with a lot of hot sexy goddesses soon!” “Ah, keep living the dream, Jealous Cadell,” I teased, walking pass him. He glared at me with his red face, as I cat walked ahead, composing a song with the word ‘Jealousy’ to piss him off.

’ I quickly approach them, catching this whore red-handed cheating on me. They seemed to be scared to see me, well it's good cos they better be! *** Yes, jealousy was a feeling of an envious resentment that happened when our soulmate showed an attraction to someone else. It’s the unproven prejudice that could lead into harmful consequences, especially if our lover was truly innocent.

“What?” She poked at his chest with her elbow. He became puzzled even more. “What?”. “You don’t have to act all high and mighty.” “I know my faults. It was your fault for trying to make me jealous by going out with your friend.” “It was not a good strategy at all.” “What? Jealous?”. Her cheeks became even more red when she realized what she just said out of her mouth. “Why did I said that for?”. “Why would I be jealous if he goes out with his friend? I feel like I have dug my own grave. God, save me.”

Single. I feel no hot surge of jealousy. I dissect that emotion, as I have all others. Jealousy implies a fear of loss, a recognition that another’s claim might supersede your own. I do not fear. I assess. This man is not a threat to my possession; he is a new variable in my equation. The question is one of application. How best to utilize him?

When she gasped, I said with disdain, “You’d better stop with this jealousy bit or I’m going to have to ask him to leave.” She lifted her chin in defiance. “I’m not jealous.” “The hell you aren’t,” I bellowed, “and it’s not only ridiculous, but it’s hurtful and insulting. You’re supposed to be my best friend. For crying out loud, we’re like sisters. Why would you be jealous of me or even think that I’d try to take a guy from you.”

“And since I’m neither of those things, you don’t have any claim over me. Which makes all these irritating actions you keep showing… completely pointless.” And, suddenly, he took a slow step forward, closing just enough distance for his presence to press a little harder into the space between us. “If I told you that I don’t like seeing you with other men especially low-ranked ones, would that change anything?” His stare didn’t waver. “Like I said, I only get mad because I’m seeing how easily you’re able to be comfortable with others. And I thought, I was the only one you were like that with.” “Jealousy,” he said next. “Can show up in different ways, whether it’s toward your mate, your friends, or even your family.”

“Or what? Are you jealous of him?” “What? What do you mean by jealousy? This guy is not to be trusted around you and moreover he is a dubious gamer and you are not his target.” “I don't know what you are talking about and of course I will never understand you. And I know you will not be jealous of him even if I want you to be. You keep being possessive of me but you don't even care about me, you don't care about my feelings and you don't give me enough attention.”

Judi laughed: "To only get jealous for someone when you love him." "The most important thing is that the person I'm jealous of also lives in Waltson family. " Judi said: "This is indeed quite annoying, what's this phrase called, like it's stuck in your throat? Yes, this is it." She nodded her head in acknowledgement. Judi sighed emotionally, and then said: "In the end, the days are between you and Wills Waltson , as long as Wills Watson doesn't mind, isn't that enough? I may have lived a comfortable life since I was young, so I don't really feel the same way about your vigilance and carefulness, but I feel like you can give yourself some time to slowly accept it. "

As the couple exited the elevator, Zachary naturally put his arm around her shoulders and said, “You’ve never asked. When it comes to this kind of thing, I won’t say a word if you don’t ask me lest you get jealous.” “I wouldn’t get jealous. I’m not like you. You’re so narrow-minded and you’re always randomly getting jealous for no reason at all. Back then you even stubbornly said you’ve never been jealous and that you didn’t know what it felt like. Haha! You’ve got to eat your words now, huh? It looks to me like you’re full every day from the words you’ve eaten and that’s your own fault.”

Low, deadly, possessive. And for the first time, I feel it. A dark jealousy. From Scar.

She looked at me with squinted eyes, “What is that supposed to mean?” I was enjoying this so much. I scratched my temple and replied, “I knew you did not like her and were jealous of her. Jealousy works wonders when you try to outperform someone you don’t like. You try harder when someone you don’t like is better than you at something” Her mouth fell open and she gave him an appalled look, “that is so cunning” I shrugged, “It seemed to work a little but you got tired easily so I had to step in.”

It's as if we're trapped in a never-ending competition, fighting against an idealized version of our fears. As jealousy courses through our veins, it can bring out our most irrational behaviors and thoughts. We may obsessively check our partner's messages, doubt their intentions, and question our own worthiness. The very essence of jealousy is the belief that someone else possesses what we lack, and it's a tormenting thought that can tear us apart.

she said with contempt, her face flushed with anger. The rage of jealousy is so strong that it compels one to do anything foolish. Miguel de Cervantes.

Maybe even too much. Heitor let out a bitter laugh. The kind that hurts more than any cry. “That phase is over. It’s unbearable, Alex. She has fits of jealousy almost every day. Last week she made me sleep on the couch because a resident called me a “cute doctor” in the elevator.” I took a long sip. It burned in my throat, but it wasn’t enough to erase the discomfort. “Jealousy is not love,” I murmured. “It’s insecurity disguised as possession.”

"Mom, do you think that he's cheating on me?" Looking at her jealous daughter, Mrs. Turner couldn't help laughing and said, "Aw, just look at you. Are you becoming a green-eyed monster?" Silvia waved her hand and denied, "What kind of nonsense is that, Mom? Why would I get jealous because him? Who does he think he is?" Mrs. Turner brought another bowl of stew over and said with a smile, "Did I say that you were jealous? Are you admitting it yourself?" Silvia stamped her feet anxiously. "Mom..."

Inwardly, Quinley thought, 'Women who receive a lot of love seem as if they do not have any worries. And just like that, jealousy started welling up in her chest.

Jealous: feeling or showing envy of someone or their achievements and advantages. Nero "I'm still not sure about sending him off with Vesper. Remind me why am I doing this again?" Tessa asked me for the third or maybe fourth time already. I know that I should be bored by now. She had told me that she did not expect sudden care for other humans or vampires. Tessa confessed that it came so suddenly that she didn't think it was in her to give a damn in the first place.

"My sister, she loves Dermot, right?" "How is that my business?" Jealous much? "Please answer, for me?" "You can literally feel her unsure love for him oozing from a distance," he said sarcastically, and with jealousy. Yeah, I'm jealous too… wait, what? "Their love makes me feel like I will die single," "Sarcasm, why?" "This conversation bores me," I yanked out a thorn. "Ow!" You love her, you idiot. "I thought vampires feel no pain," I taunted.