Are Aries Jealous Novels & Stories

Instead, it sent a fresh rush of heat through my body. I stared at him, my breath coming fast. “You’re jealous,” I whispered. “That’s what this is about. You saw him with me and you lost it.” Adrian’s eyes darkened. His thumb brushed my bottom lip slowly. “Yes,” he admitted, voice rough. “I’m jealous. I don’t want his hands on you. I don’t want him looking at you. I don’t want him breathing the same air as you. I donʼt want him bringing you to a place like this. You’re mine, Aria. And I’m done pretending otherwise.”

Isolde explained, the tears still covering her rouged cheeks. "He's not cheating on you. There's not a girl out there who is worth even half of you. You're amazing, Isolde, and I know Adrian thinks so too." It wasn't all lies, Aria thought to herself. Isolde was amazing, that's where Aria’s jealousy had stemmed from when they'd been younger and even to this very day. Growing up, she'd aspired to be just like her best friend, have her life, have a family as loving as hers. But Celia was wrong; she'd never tried to steal anything from her. It had just happened. Her and Adrian, it had just happened, she convinced herself. But now she had to stop it from happening again and again and again for t

Sometimes, to love someone, and the feeling is so big anyone can act like a child. Aria was following her feelings now, she didn't weigh things with her ego. She stood at the window of her room, her eyes not stopping to glance towards the courtyard. She waited for Lucas to come home, and her mind didn't accept Karina coming to this house. "I'm sorry for the situation you're in right now, I've experienced jealousy and it's really not fun at all!" Maya still gave her provocative remarks to Aria.

My heart sank deeper, the jealousy all-consuming. “Great, just what I need!” I grumbled, tossing a throw pillow in her direction, which she dodged with ease. “Jealous much?” she teased, planting her hands on her hips. “Me? Jealous? Never!” I replied, sometimes even surprising myself with how easily I bent towards defensiveness. “Oh, please. Just admit it, Aries, I could win a face-off against you any day,” she said, laughing. “Sure, whatever helps your fantasy,” I muttered, trying to mask the reality of it all.

“Isn’t that your sister’s new husband? The one who had just fallen for her tricks.” “No doubt he is the one!” Agnes exclaimed happily. “Are you drooling on my sister’s husband?” Aria immediately frowned at Agnes as jealousy surged through her. “It’s not as if your sister is really in love with him.” She rolled her eyes, and Aria frowned more. She didn’t care about that; she was only jealous because she felt Matthew belonged to her now. “You should get into a fight because of him.” Sophie tried to calm both parties. Aria sighed.

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.

He painted every day with mother and he was always so talented. Jane leapt from her chair because of what Lowis had just said. Between those two, it wasn't a love story. Daily, they were spoiling for each other... Well, Jane was looking for Lowis, and Lowis avoided her as much as possible. Once, when we were at the library, Lowis confided to me that Jane was a person who could be jealous sometimes. Not knowing what that meant, I asked Angela to explain it to me, and she told me that jealousy was a feeling of envy towards a someone else who had something that you didn't have and would like to have. In most cases, the jealous person felt hostility, spite or bitterness towards that person. Was

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.

Aria is a private person who doesn't put herself out there on social media, I get it…but shouldn't he at least make efforts to know what my wofe looks like? I moved toward the desk, lowering myself into the chair. The wood creaked beneath my weight. I inhaled deeply, letting smoke slowly escape my lips, watching it curl into rings that hung stubbornly in the air. Jealousy roared inside my chest, hot and vicious, drowning the rational part of me. My wolf snarled violently. She’s mine. Ours. But no, Aria didn’t want that anymore. She hated me. She wanted divorce papers signed. She wanted freedom from me.

she snapped. Adriel chuckled. "Your man? Cedric?" "Who else?" she deadpanned. "Well, he doesn't know that he's my man yet, but he will be in the future. So, she better get her claws off him before I claw her myself." "Are you jealous?" Adriel asked. "Duh," Aria said in an obvious tone. "Aren't you the same?" "What do you mean?" "You're jealous too." "What?" Adriel's eyes widened in surprise. "J—Jealous? I'm not jealous!"