Am Jealous Novels & Stories

When all food tasted bland to me, he would head into the kitchen and make me a steaming hot meal of macaroni. When I felt lonely and abandoned, he even gifted me a pot of exotic Moonshine Lily. Its bluish glow lit up the dark, as though it was trying to tell me I was no longer alone. I shouldn't have lied to myself… I'd since long been helplessly in love with Ethan. However, I wasn't the person he loved. He was such a remarkable person. How could I selfishly keep him by my side and keep him from achieving happiness? That night, I went to the study.

So the feeling in my chest made no sense. It was not even a clean feeling. It was messy. I was angry at him. I was angry at myself. I was jealous of a woman I had just met, and I could not say the word out loud because it sounded stupid. How do you get jealous of losing someone who was never yours? I think that was it, though.

Throwing another tantrum, Kim muttered through the speakerphone. “We need to talk,” I sighed loudly, “stop acting like a kid.” And rose my voice unintentionally. “I’ll be seeing you at the company sir.” He disconnected the call, he is starting to get under my skin now. Must he talk to her like that and make me jealous? I paused for a while, processing the words that were coming out of my mouth. Did I just say jealous? I did not, know? Why would I be jealous of her? It’s just--- it’s just that… it---, I need a better explanation than this, don’t I?

She was afraid that, at some point, I would end up showing my love to someone else behind her back. So, she deliberately sought out Ian. She'd deliberately behaved intimately with him, picking him up on rainy days and taking photo after photo with him. She wanted to see me get jealous. She wanted me to get angry and have a fit, going berserk because of her. Only then did she feel loved, cared for, and seen. She'd think to herself, "See? That proves how much he cares about me." That gave her a twisted sense of satisfaction, making her feel secure.

I never considered myself a jealous man. Never, truly. I’ve always prided myself on a serene control over my emotions, a calculated reason that always triumphed over impulses. But now, as I see Alexander approaching Aria, something within me trembles and shatters. My blood boils in thick waves, a latent, fierce anger that I barely recognize. This feeling, like a bitter poison, floods my mind and paralyzes me.

I can't catch a break! “You must feel so proud of yourself.” He wiggles his head. “Kinda.” “What’s up with you men?” He draws his head back. “What did we do?” “You always ignore the one who truly cares even though you are enjoying the attention. You make her jealous and believe another woman instead of her!” “Whoa!” He puts out a hand. “Chill. Is this still about me?” Ace. It’s about Ace. I hate to say it, but I am jealous. He didn't even come to check if I was okay.

"Besides, it's human to feel annoyed, especially jealous." Aurora immediately lifted her face. She looked at Velia who was smiling in front of her. "Is it really okay for me to be jealous?" Velia nodded repeatedly. "Of course, it's okay. It's a common thing." "But, Alden and I don't even have any relationship."

No, Lord God, take me away from that obsessed man. Javen so infuriated with the investigation without the result coming out. He felt so jealous. He was even a little angry with me that he punished me in bed, bent his jealousy on me almost every night. I felt sad about this situation, maybe Javen thought I really knew the person and I'm lying about this.

I was jealous! For the first time in a long time, I was feeling something and wasn't good. It was better to feel nothing at all. Jealousy is like a self imposed burden. I couldn't get it to stop. It was like a pot of boiling blood inside my veins. I was jealous of Jared's relationship with his wife; I was jealous of his wife; I was jealous of Sophia.

But the sight of her with another man, even in this innocuous setting, still stirred a primal jealousy within me. I spent the rest of the evening battling my own emotions, struggling to maintain a facade of composure while my insides churned with a mixture of fear and possessiveness. I knew I had to let her go, to let her live her life, to trust that she would always come back to me. But it was a difficult lesson to learn, especially when my heart felt like it was breaking with every shared laugh, every stolen glance. The sight of Alexa laughing with Dr. Jeremy, her face lit up with genuine amusement, was a physical blow. Every shared joke, every fleeting touch, felt like a betrayal. Jealous