Are Aries Jealous Novels & Stories

Sorry, I couldn't help it; she's too beautiful in my eyes," I whispered embarrassedly due to the pulsating sensation in my chest. Ari asked Orson what was going on, and when she asked why he was reprimanding us, he snapped out. I felt a fluctuation in Ari's emotions, so I wanted to punch him once. However, he suddenly looked mortified while looking at his sister. I was so shocked when my gaze landed on Ari's crying face. She was begging Orson to spare us and telling him that it was her fault. My chest started to clench because of the intense longing that she is feeling right now. Who was it that she longs for in the first place? Was it another male from her previous life? No. Ari is not like

The question was what level of jealousy was healthy and when did it cross the threshold into unhealthy? From where Kendra stood, Ari’s jealousy was in the unhealthy category. The woman was so green with jealousy that she questioned if, had the situation been reversed, Ari would have come to her aid. Something in her gut told her that, had she been the one to storm off in a jealous rage, Ari would have moved on and left her behind. Knowing that she was trained as a soldier since childhood, Kendra guessed that part of Ari’s actions would have been due to her training. Even so. The main reason would have been to get rid of her so that she no longer had to worry about Felix’s desires.

"I didn't mean to do that to her. I just.. I think my wolf.." "Hell nah!" Arya's scream resonated in my head. I gripped my head sharply. Ryan's brows raised in alert. I raised my hand. "I'm fine." "Fuck you." I cursed Arya. "My crush's listening. Don't make him think I'm so crazy psycho who's jealous of his first mate." "I'm not a crazy psycho and why wouldn't be jealous of her?" She shrugged. "Because unlike you, I don't mind sharing." I twisted my face in disgust. Hell nah. The idea of sharing with Gianna made me puke.

Mac I was still in a shitty mood from my ten hour flight. My wolf, Aries, absolutely hated being out of touch with solid ground and stuck in a metal contraption that was an airplane, soaring thousands of feet in the sky. Each time I had to take a flight, it was a constant battle of wills inside me, and even though I usually had my way, Aries never gave me a moment’s peace during the entire flight, making his displeasure known in my head until I was an irritable, miserable fuck by the time the plane landed.

"Zane is... passionate. But she drinks too much. And when she drinks, she gets paranoid." He looked up at me, flashing a weary, apologetic smile. It was the smile of a long-suffering victim. "She’s jealous," Mark added, shaking his head. "She sees a woman like you—powerful, beautiful, independent—and she feels threatened. She knows she’s not on your level, Aria. It’s sad, really." I felt bile rise in my throat.

He just made me so pissed. Although I have trust in Ares, especially the words that he told me last night. I have trust in him when he says he loves me. It's just that, I can't stop getting jealous and most especially when his ex-girlfriends were involved. Tears were about to fall from my eyes but I did my best to stop it. This isn't the perfect time for crying. I was about to enter the room when Ares arrived and stopped me from entering our room. He pinned me against the wall, hands were on both sides of my face.

I bite my lip, a little pleased, but he moves on. “But this more…abstract jealousy? Where like, he has a claim on you, and it matters because other people know about it? And that’s supposed to bother me?” Jackson shakes his head, clearly indicating that he thinks it’s nonsense. “I don’t think that’s a natural response, Ariel – I think that’s a very cultural thing – having to like, announce to the world that this woman is your woman, and getting all pissed off when someone else looks at her the wrong way.”

he said with a self-mocking smile. Adrea tilted her head at him, studying his face. The admission that he was jealous lingered between them, heavy and raw. She went to stand in front of him. “Everyone is jealous of something,” she said softly, her tone almost coaxing. “It’s human. But what are you jealous of, Aris?” He went very still. His eyes held hers for a moment, and she could see the hesitation, the war between wanting to keep himself guarded and the pull to finally confess. A beat passed before he let out a breath, sharp through his nose, as though saying the words might cost him.

Her back was on them as she fished out something from her bag. “Is that guy coming with you?” Tripp’s blood was boiling with anger, already breathing through his nose noisily as he tried hard not to pull Ari into his arms and kissed her hard to answer the doubt of that fucking peaches guy. Jealous rage was something foreign to him that he didn’t understand before. Now that he felt it, the feeling was awful, and he knew it would take time for him to be accustomed to it. He had to be so fucking dumb not to get that Ari was not into him.

She asked, turning to him, and Aries put his hand on the mirror behind her and sniffed. “I smell jealousy!” Veronica rolled her eyes at his comment. “I’m waiting outside!” he turned to walk out when he heard her. “Are you scared of what she might think?” Veronica arched an eyebrow. A Cheshire’s grin appeared on Aries’s face and he laughed, turning to her. “Nothing scares me, Cara Mia!” he walked back to her and looked into her eyes, his hand slowly snaking around her waist. “And if you want me to stay, admit you’re jealous of her!” he added, squeezing her breast with his other hand.