Am Jealous Novels & Stories

Even now, he still thought I had nothing better to do than joke around with Mom's life and my own? I held Mom's hand, gently patting the back of it to help her calm down. Her face was pale, her breathing rapid—clearly James's words had upset her tremendously. "I wish I'd never given birth to a son like you!" Marianne's voice trembled as she looked at James with disappointment. "For the sake of a woman, you've stopped believing your own sister and mother. You've truly let me down!" Marianne's words completely enraged James. Humiliated and angry, he shouted, "Mom! How can you say that? When would I ever not care about you?

"Admit it, you’re jealous." "Not even a little." "Liar."

I said as I look at him from head to toe but when that uncertain feeling came again I immediately look away. “Not me, this is harder than I thought.” He said in a tired voice. I look at him in annoyance and I turn around and walk away. I sit on my bed really pissed. “If you think I’m jealous of Sammantha your dead wrong. My definition of jealousy is the feeling of wanting what the other has. No way, Sammantha doesn’t have anything that I want. I’ve perfectly loved no thanks. I don’t want enemies.” I said as he shakes his head as I look at him.

He suddenly stops, giving me an incredulous look. “What do you mean ‘are they, mates’?” “Uh. I mean ‘are they mates’? I’m not sure how to rephrase the question.” “Of course they are mates.” he tilts his head. “Why wouldn’t they be?” Oh, this sweet, naïve, handsome young man has no idea of the world outside of his safe little space with both of his parents. The tang of jealousy stings my thoughts, swelling them in my mind until I have to shake them away. I’ve never slowed down fast enough in life to really envy someone else. But twice in one conversation, I have found myself wanting and jealous of things I have no control over. And I hate this feeling.

mykes explains, the word flowing from his mouth without him taking a second to breathe, "Oh" i manage to say out loud, "You aren't jealous are you?" "What ? No way". "I thought so too,why would you he jealous Of your intelligent smart and young mother". "Myles !!!" I whine a little hitting him in the hand, "Oh so you are jealous?"

I heard Raj’s voice. “I will not forget you Jab tak hain Jaan (Until my life).” I said, turning towards him, and I felt Mr.Mehra’s hand tighten on my hand. “That’s like my friend. We need to talk so much.” He said, and I nodded smiling. “I feel so jealous, Jiya.” I heard Mr.Mehra’s voice. I glanced up to see him looking at me, and I calmly asked, “Excuse me?” “I know that he is your friend, but I still feel jealous. Did you ever felt?” He asked.

But this? This is soft. Unfiltered. Warm. Beautiful. Fuck. I look away, scowling at the floor-to-ceiling window like it personally offended me. Get a grip, Ezra. The audacity. I tell myself I’m not jealous. Not of whatever message pulled that smile out of her like a well-kept secret. Not of whoever gets to text her midday and make her lips curve like that. I’m not. Really. Jealousy is for men with less power.

I could feel the tension tightening every muscle in my body, my pulse pounding with something that felt far too much like jealousy. What the fuck? Jealousy? I don’t get jealous. Heck, I don’t even do feelings like this. But watching them together made my blood burn in a way I couldn’t control. I knew it was stupid. She wasn’t mine. But try telling that to the part of me that wanted to march over there and tear Allister’s smug face in two. For a moment, I stayed frozen, watching them. Trying to talk myself down. Breathe. Be rational. Logical. Diplomatic.

That she would look better dripped in her own blood and tears and the thought gave me some peace in my mind, a small smile on my face as I sharpened my knife running my fingers over the blade. I’ve never experienced jealousy like this before, I always thought it was stupid and could be controlled like any other emotion but damn it was I wrong. I heard my door move a bit “can you open the door Amara” I heard Julian and I didn’t respond shaking my head to myself. Jealousy is a dangerous emotion, and I feared that if I looked at him I’d blow up at him even though the situation wasn’t his fault. The door knob shakes funny and I sigh as the food opens and he steps in “you and Jace practice pickin

Angeline sounded very emotional. "Let Mommy hug you, Jens.” Jenson walked over and embraced Mommy tightly. Jay pulled them apart, sounding extremely jealous. "Now, now, that’s enough, Jens. Don’t be a mommy’s boy or you won’t be able to find a girlfriend.” Jenson, "..." "Daddy, you really need to fix your bad habit of getting jealous so easily.” Jenson did not think that it was a big deal when Daddy got jealous back then, but now that he was jealous even of his own son, Jenson thought that he had truly crossed the line.