Am Jealous Novels & Stories

I would do him a favor by not appearing before him during this happy celebration. ‘You’re the best brother ever!’ Misa’s words keep echoing in my mind. My heart sank as a realization struck me like an arrow. This...feeling...it’s jealousy, isn’t it? I’m jealous of a freaking kid who is such a cute child and brimming with innocence. But I’m the problem here. Not Misa...not Yu….not even Luca. I am such an idiot. Feeling jealous over a kid and my own future stepbrother. My throat feels dry all of the sudden and I head back to the counter. I spot one man drinking by himself, his cheeks painted red with intoxication.

We went to the library as always but then Jethro came to me. “It’s my turn, yes?” He reminds us about the alternate days. I went with him and did not dare look at Airo while walking away. My heart is still raising and I still don’t know why I feel angry. If it’s jealousy, why? Why would I feel jealous of a friend? I don’t usually feel jealous. The last time I feel jealous is when I see my biological mom with her son. I realized it through time. Maybe I am feeling it now too but my mind is just hesitating.

"Wooh, Jesus christ. This is some intense shit. Who writes stuff like and ends it with a smiley?" Exactly my thought. "I don't know, man, it's creepy." I ran my fingers through my hair. "And Jade?" he asks again. "Same one I know? Short, hot as hell, junior year?" "Yeah same one." I answered, pissed at the way he'd described her. Hot as fuck, ehhh. Jade is my business alone and I don't want any niggas calling her hot. This is not jealousy, right? Yeah, right. I've been many things in this my life, but jealous is not one of them, and it's not about to start now because of her.

Your arrogance I will erode until it's not left, you will only be a bitch for me! Fuck! Why am I so jealous? This isn't normal.

“Don't be jealous. You don't need to be jealous because there are no reasons for you to be jealous.” “But, she's single and unmated.” “And I am taken, and marked by you. Seriously, I find it funny that you're jealous of my cousin. I find it more amusing that my mate was jealous of my relatives.” Adam chuckled when he saw Karen's face turned into crimson. Her eyes widened in disbelief that she hit Adam's belly. “Ouch.” Adam acted like he was in great pain, but in truth, he was teasing her. He felt delighted when Karen told him that she was jealous of his cousin. He didn't even think that Karen might overreact, but he was happy that his mate had feelings for him.

Wait a minute, what if I am just overreacting by being angry? “Of course not, Lenora. You are not overreacting in any way. It's normal for mates to become jealous when they get to know that their mates have been with someone else–” “I'm not jealous,” I cut her off. How can she say I was jealous when I just met him? It's not even up to a day. I just hate the fact that the maid had to spell it out to me. She really didn't have to. “Argh!” I gritted my teeth in anger while pulling my hair.

It was a pathetic act, he was blatantly showing off his interest to that scrawny girl—totally pissing his guts off. Fuck! What did he see in that flimsy prawn, she look like shit! He's much prettier than her and that would cause them to fight and he'll get broken—totally broken and. Fuck! I'm much better than that prawn! He grit his teeth realizing that his jealousy was creeping into his spine which totally caught him off guard.

she scoffed. I closed my eyes briefly. “Don’t do this, Jade,” I whispered. “Not here.” Jade leaned closer to the window. “Did you really think you would get away with that?” she asked, smirking. Her muffled voice seeped through the glass. “How dare you raise your hand on me?” “You have always been jealous of me!” “You are jealous of me because our parents loved me the most.” “You think you are better than me because you pretend to be strong?” Jade started ranting.

again in that breathy, submissive way she did. My hand slipped down my stomach almost on instinct, fingers hovering just above my soaked pussy. I was dripping, clit swollen and sensitive. But I stopped myself, curling my fingers into a fist. I didn’t want to touch myself while listening to them. It felt wrong. Dirty in a way that twisted the knife deeper. This jealousy was new and ugly, something I hadn’t prepared for when I started this game. I hated this feeling. I hated how jealous I was of my own mother.

Single. I feel no hot surge of jealousy. I dissect that emotion, as I have all others. Jealousy implies a fear of loss, a recognition that another’s claim might supersede your own. I do not fear. I assess. This man is not a threat to my possession; he is a new variable in my equation. The question is one of application. How best to utilize him?