Am Jealous Novels & Stories

Why would I need to be? ‘It’s called jealousy’ Aces declares. ‘Because you see our mate dancing with that idiot. I don’t feel jealous though. I know whose name Venus and Jayda will be screaming when the time comes. You have some work to do with Jayda. Venus says she’s upset with you.’ ‘I’m not jealous, jackass. I don’t know why Jayda is upset with me. It’s not like I did something wrong.’ ‘Are you trying to convince me or yourself that you’re not jealous? You’re such an oblivious clown when it comes to females. You’ll figure it out soon enough.’

I then asked, "You know, do you feel jealous about it?" "Not really." She said, "I mean, I'm only jealous when I feel threatened by somebody. I don't regard Marla as a threat. Or a competition. She's just there wishing for something that belongs to someone else."

“Are you jealous?” My head ached when I heard that word. Why was he saying the same thing Caelia said? Jealous? I would never be jealous because of a woman, especially one with whom I hadn’t yet defined my feelings. I wasn’t even jealous when Hailey left me for another man. “Fuck that!” I chuckled. “I can’t be jealous. Have you forgotten who I am?” I scoffed. “If you say it’s not jealousy, then what do you think it is?” Aless returned the question. “And another thing is, ladies now use one man to get over another man,” he added.

She put her lips in a pout. "You should not let terrible friends influence you. Justine is a really hot guy," I paused to swallow the lump that had grown in my throat. "And basically every girl wants him. You know better than everyone that you are really lucky. Who knows how many of your friends want your relationship to end because they are jealous of you?" Caramel was blind to these sort of things. Anyone who had him to claim and thought they wanted to lose that bond, was definitely crazy.

ADAM’S POV I just can’t stand looking at Aria and Nathan enjoying each other’s company; their laughter and playful banter slicing through me like a knife. Each shared smile and moment of connection between them feels like a betrayal, fueling the fire of envy burning within me. The intensity of my emotions is overwhelming, a searing pain in my chest that makes it hard to breathe. I feel a profound sense of helplessness, as if I’m on the verge of being consumed by the flames, my jealousy threatening to turn me into ashes.

It's a visceral, heart-wrenching experience that takes hold of us when we least expect it, and it can transform the brightest of days into the darkest of nights. Jealousy, often referred to as the green-eyed monster, is a complex and powerful emotion. It can strike anyone, anywhere, at any time. It begins as a subtle whisper, a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, and before you know it, it has taken root in your heart, engulfing you in a whirlwind of torment and despair.

"You're jealous?" "Yes, I am jealous. I'm jealous of that six-foot idiot having such a close conversation with you! You were all smiley and nice to him, Amelia, and I don't like that. He doesn't deserve it. You rarely react that way to me but somehow that idiot got to see that before I do." Alessandro blurted out like an angry child. Amelia was stunned — nah, she was lost for words. "B...but why...why should you be jealous of him?"

She was laughing, and my stomach flipped. I wanted to yell. To storm in. To tear her away from him and remind her who she belonged to. Instead, I stood frozen, watching, teeth clenched. This wasn’t the first time I’d felt jealous. But it was the first time it felt like it was crushing me from the inside. I pushed the door open, and they both turned immediately. Aire’s smile faltered. “Jalen—” she started. “Don’t,” I snapped. “Don’t even try to explain.”

“How naturally they gravitated toward you.” His jaw tightened slightly. “And I didn’t like it.” I stared at him, he wasn't joking. He really is jealous of his brothers. Romeo Amoretti admitted he was jealous. I guess an apocalypse is coming soon. Oh my. That was certainly interesting. “Wow,” I said slowly, letting out a short breath of disbelief. “I did not expect that from you. You're so Jealous? Really?” I tilted my head, studying him like he’d just revealed some rare species of emotion I hadn’t even known he possessed.

This sour and bitter feeling churning nonstop in my chest is making me want to destroy something. I don't go to bed. Instead I turn around and pretend to be thirsty. Sneaking glances at my husband and Jo the motherfucker, I volunteer to wash the dishes, something I've never done before. I bet Jo and Alessio are sleeping together or have slept together. Hold on. Am I jealous? Over someone I just met three weeks ago? Yes, I'm fucking jealous and it doesn't feel right. I want to slap myself and knock my head on the wall. What's wrong with me?