Romans & histoires Am Jealous

"It wouldn't matter if she didn't constantly want to drive me crazy." "Yeah, because you're angry, I think you're jealous." "Jealousy? Why should I be jealous?" "If you're not jealous, why should you care what Madison does? If you're not jealous then why are you upset when you see Madison with your husband?" "Not jealous, but a little annoyed." Jennifer replied. When Jennifer finished, Aline laughed and replied. "Discomfort is the first manifestation of jealousy, you idiot." Jennifer was silent for a while and then continued:

Glen pulled back slightly, confusion flashing across his face. “Hate what?” “I hate that I feel jealous,” I admitted, my voice breaking. “I shouldn’t feel jealous, you’re fucking engaged, I shouldn’t keep coming back to you like this.” The tears finally slipped free, “but yet I always do.” “I don't know why you're jealous, I've never done anything to her that would make you feel this agitated or jealous,” he said softly while his hands were now firmly wrapped around my waist facing me. “Even if you don't do anything, the way she looks at you, the way she calls you in those words that sends shivers down my spine, I'm not supposed to be mad or jealous but I always find myself crumbling.”

"Damn it." I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white under the strain. The bitter taste of jealousy tainted my tongue as I recalled the countless instances where Jayden had stolen the spotlight, effortlessly captivating the attention of our pack and even our parents. It was as if I was always living in his shadow, forever cast aside, deemed unworthy.

I think jealousy was killing me deep inside, especially when I noticed she was enjoying herself with him. What a f**ck*ng shit! My blood boils through my veins, like I wanted to punch that guy so hard. Being jealous is my damn weakness and I have nothing to do about it. My mood was totally ruined so I pulled Bridgette closer to me and kissed her. I kissed her out of annoyance. I became very impulsive without realizing what would be the possible consequence of my action. All I know is that I'm f*ck*ng jealous of Jeyah and that f*ck*ng guy!

To see him free of that shadow, even if it meant he was free of me, was a balm to a corner of my soul. But then the other tide rolled in, cold and sharp: jealousy. A bitter, acidic jealousy that burned through my veins. Why wasn't I the one making him laugh like that? Why wasn't I the one sharing that easy camaraderie? It was a selfish, ugly emotion, yet undeniably potent. I stood there, a silent sentinel amidst the cacophony, watching him, studying every nuance of his expression.

'But you’re jealous that someone is getting attention that should be for us. I clenched my hands until my claws dug faintly into my palms. “I’m not jealous,” I said again. "I'm furious."

The third time—when her gaze lingered just a second too long, I felt something snap. Jealousy is an ugly thing. It doesn’t announce itself politely. It doesn’t wait to be understood. It hits fast, sharp, and without regard for context or reason. And it doesn’t care how old you are or how disciplined you’ve trained yourself to be. All it cares about is possession.

"You don't seem like yourself right now. We'd normally be talking and laughing by now when studying together. What's wrong?" I stared down at the book, feeling heat prickle along the back of my neck. "Nothing," I mumbled. "I'm fine, really." "No, I'm not going to accept that," she stated. "You're clearly bothered by something. Just talk to me, babe." I squeezed my eyes shut, raking a hand roughly through my hair as I struggled to find the right words. How could I admit this petty insecurity without sounding like a total psycho? "Okay, okay..." I finally sighed, lifting my gaze to meet her warm hazel eyes. "Yes, I'll be honest. I'm...I'm totally jealous right now, Ella."

Three seconds later, mine buzzes back. 《I’m simply marveling at the lack of standards some people have for their company, Miss Ellis.》 I hide my smile behind my water glass and type: 《you’re not jealous, are you?》 The response takes slightly longer this time, which I find very telling. 《Jealous would require me to consider whatever that is a competition. It is entirely illogical to be jealous of something I am objectively superior to》 I press my lips together against a laugh and look up at the ceiling for a moment and then type:

"I should have thought of it. Who else would accept you if not for this pathetic being? Who else would be desperate enough to" "Research says," Adrian interrupted, his voice dangerously calm, "that people who are jealous of others only do so when they seemingly cannot achieve what the ones they're jealous of have achieved." Pretzel's smile faltered. "Jealous? Of her?" She gestured at me with a dismissive wave of her hand. "What exactly does this scoundrel have that I could ever want? What has she ever had that has ever gained my attention? Nothing. She's a good for nothing. She's always been a good for nothing. She couldn't keep a man, she couldn't build a career, she couldn't—"