Am Jealous Novels & Stories

“But I’ll admit it’s sexy watching you get jealous.” “Not jealous.” “You get pissed when I mention other men. That’s the definition of jealous.”

asked Jacob grinning down at me " are you going sweet on me now ?" My body jerked and I snapped at him , eyes narrowed " I'm not jealous . Your reasoning is totally absurd , do I found the entire girls going starry eyed near you , catering to your each and every need and fawning all over you , like you are more important than their next heartbeat completely stupid and unrealistic just because you can throw a football a little more archaic than others ? Yes but I'm not jealous over your varsity girl or any other girl that you spend your nights with because you are nothing to me "

She said calmly. "I'm not jealous!why do you all keep saying that"I scowled. "You are...if you aren't jealous then why does it bother you so much that he's with someone else?"She asked. "I don't know...i...i just...i...." "You see? you're jealous"She beamed. "No I'm not! I'm just angry"I told her. "And why are you angry?" "I don't know...i just hate those sluts"I don't even know who I'm trying to convince,whether it's myself or Zoey.

I… I am… Jealous? Indeed, the fact that this situation that involves a third person who comes in between Jamie and I, who is actually good looking and just nice enough to be a dude, which gender Jamie prefers, interrupting our peaceful night, is the main reason to trigger the negativity in my frame of mind, but to say that I am jealous of him? Oh please, I said I am just feeling frustrated and unjust for Jamie’s behavior, didn’t I? I was just feeling… I was just… I was…

"Hudson Blake, I'm just worried about my best friend. Why do you have to be so jealous all the time?" Her question prompted me to reflect. Why, indeed? I wasn't always like this. Jealousy was foreign to me. I never desired to own or control anything or anyone. Except Aceia. Despite our frequent disagreements, being with her brought me an unusual sense of peace. I couldn't comprehend the changes within me. All I knew was that it wasn't healthy. I struggled to control my emotions, especially when she was nearby.

My hands were trembling slightly with excitement and nerves, but I hid them in my bag. Jace wasn’t at his office yet. Neither was Celeste. Of course they weren't. They were probably together somewhere right now, kissing, touching, and doing all the things I'd watched in that video. My hands clenched into fists. My jaw tightened. The jealousy burned so hot in my chest I thought I might explode. He was supposed to be mine. Mine alone. Not hers. I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. Getting angry wouldn’t help. I needed to stay focused and smart.

I failed to get rid of the same feeling of jealousy. Why am I jealous?

Not with him. They looked too comfortable. The laugh came again, light, almost grateful, and something inside me went taut. My hands trembled against my sides. My wolf surged, pressing against my ribs, demanding, restless. MINE. The word wasn’t thought. It was instinct, cutting deep, branding itself into the marrow. Jealousy poured through me like poison. It hollowed my chest, made it hard to breathe. But why!? Why would I be jealous if Riven laughs with another guy?

It was like I was the only one, when we weren't the two of us. Those times when I was very annoyed that he didn't pay attention to me. He was talking to other people and not me. He and Iya also became close. That means something. That's why I'm annoyed by his act because I'm jealous. Jealousy does a lot. Sometimes, with the intensity of jealousy you feel... it leads to doing evil. I remembered that I was jealous of Caleigha. His cousin who has a child now. I have never seen him face to face. Only on video calls.

"I hate it when my cousins tease me by touching you, by calling you baby. I'm the only one who's supposed to call you that, to touch you. I'm that selfish." She stood there, frozen, clearly not expecting my outburst. "Now that it's out, let me repeat it." I leaned in close and held both of her shoulders. "I. Am. Jealous. Did you get that?" She swallowed hard, nodding her head quickly. "Y-- yes," she stammered. I smirked. "That's my good girl."