Am Jealous Novels & Stories

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.

“Maybe I’m jealous of how easy it is for her. She doesn’t care who she hurts, what people think. She just… does what she wants.” Ace pushed off the desk and took a slow step closer. “You could do that too, you know.” I looked up. “No, I couldn’t.” “Why not?” “Because I care.” He stopped a few feet away, his gaze fixed on me. “Yeah. That’s your problem.” The corner of his mouth lifted. I looked away. My fingers twisting in my lap. “You think it’s funny.” “A little,” he admitted. “You’re jealous of my dad. I’m jealous of you being jealous of my dad. We’re a disaster.”

“Are you jealous?” Those words sent flames all over my body. I turned to him, my voice trembling. “Don’t reduce what I’m feeling right now to just jealousy. It’s more than that. It’s anger and hurt.”

“You are jealous.” “I told you, I don’t get jealous,” I argue. But there’s some truth to her words, which is crazy. I’ve never been jealous of anyone over a girl. I’ve never had to be. But today, watching Adam flirt with her—fuck, watching assholes flirt with her—and having her attention, jealousy is the only way to describe how I’ve been feeling. She rights herself, pushing her skirt back into place, and I start to panic internally, worry taking residence in my chest. I’ve braced my palms on the desk on both sides of her.

This is getting too hot for me to watch. Whoever said Jealousy is a bitch is so right. Jealousy is really a bitch that would fuck up your mind and rile up your whole body.

Jaz asked with irritation. "You are jealous.. I can't believe it, baby. I'm elated.." "Are you serious?? You're still happy that I'm having a hard time?? huh?" Jaz said with a smile. "No! Not like that. I'm just happy because I feel you love me.. You wouldn't be jealous if you didn't love me, would you??" Jaz puff.."You're so happy, huh? Savor it because I won't be jealous like this again.." Jaz is kidding aside.

I need to focus on work so that I can return abroad immediately, it's better that I don't stay for a long time here. "See, you're thinking of a different man again. Before it was your ex-husband is now Craig, don't you know that I'm a jealous person?" He still didn't stop teasing until we got in the car. "Raziel, can you stop your flirting with me?" I teased him with a joke, "Another thing is you keep saying that you are jealous as if it’s true.” I roll my eyes at him. "So, I'm allowed to feel jealous if what I feel is true?" He asked in amazement, "So is that your way of saying that I have the right to like you?"

"Irritation and emotional investment equals jealousy. If someone tried to take Remus, how would you feel?" "Rage." "Why?" "Because he's mine!" I snapped. The silence that followed was deafening. Evan just looked at me. "...Shit," I muttered. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. I'd be acting worse than you if it were Nelson," Evan admitted. "It's only hard to accept because jealousy requires attachment and you aren't used to it yet." Fuck my life. "Let's just say I was jealous," I said tightly. "What do I do?"

Something is happening to me. Something strange, and I don’t like it. I have never felt an emotion called jealousy before and right now, that’s what I’m feeling. Jealousy. I’m at Oceanside and Suites private beach, dressed in a one-piece white beach wear that brings out my curves and accentuates my breasts. I came out here to escape this strange feeling of jealousy that I’m feeling right now all because I found out Aimee and Dominique have slept with each other before and Aimee is just throwing it at my face to make me mad and she’s succeeding.

He asked me with a hurt expression, and I sighed. Seriously? Can a person be jealous of their other counterparts as much as these both are?