Are Aries Jealous Novels & Stories

He was sure not to break it, he kneel before me while holding my hands. Damn it! I was finding it difficult to feign the beating of my heart and not just that. Aria was damn howling in my head. "Stop it, Aria. We still hate him!" I reminded her. "I don't hate him, Eleanor. I am just angry at him," Aria responded. I didn't want to hear any rubbish from her so I ignored and shut her out. Sometimes I wonder if Aria was truly my wolf. I looked over to Jessica who was somehow shocked and I could bet I saw a jealous expression on her face which she equally hid with a smile. I don't blame her, who wouldn't be jealous of such a scene?

He stood up and stormed out, his friends quickly following behind him. I sat there, looking like a broken girl who had been crushed by her future husband. My friends were looking at me with pity. " Aria, he’s so jealous! He’s already marking his territory," one of them whispered. "Jealousy?" I muttered, still looking down. "He’s just a control freak." But beneath the table, my hands were clenched into tight fists. My nails dug into my palms as I stared at the spot where he had sat.

"Eat something first, son. I can see how much you love her. It's radiating off you. You're terrifying yourself because you care so deeply, but locking yourself in this dark apartment won't rewrite yesterday. You need to clear your head, and then you need to go back and speak to your wife." Ares’ jaw tightened, his eyes darkening as a memory flashed through his mind. "But when I picture her... when I see her laughing in the passenger seat of that other man’s car... I lose my mind. The jealousy is sickening, Mom. It fills my chest until I can't breathe. I don't want anyone else near her, and when I get like that, I'm terrified of what will fly out of my mouth. I don't want to hurt her again."

“I did not mean to.” Ryan looked around carefully. Nobody appeared injured. Thank the gods for that small mercy. “What happened?” Aria swallowed hard, her voice trembling. “I got angry.” That terrified her most of all. Not grief. Not fear. But simple, ordinary anger. Something so human and relatable. A training wolf had made a cruel comment about her, nothing unusual in the current climate of suspicion. She had felt the hurt deeply. Then the anger had risen. And suddenly the entire field had frozen without any conscious intention or control on her part.

And how confused I am about everything we talked about. She went quiet at first. “To answer your question…” she finally said. “Yes. You're dumb.” I gasped. “Zara!” “Aria, he's jealous.” She said, “I mean, how can you be so clueless? He made it so obvious that he wants you, that he's worried about you, and all you did was keep quiet?” “Zara…” “The man screamed at you in every language except the actual words, and you just stood there like a fucking statue.”

“Come on, Allie. I deserve to be congratulated, don’t I? You made a complete fool of yourself and I didn’t laugh in your face, Allie. I supported you like a true sister. I mean, I thought you’d be supportive of your sister too, I thought you would congratulate me and forget about the hate and jealousy in your heart. I know how hard you’ve worked on your jealousy issues Allison, and I thought you would finally support me today.” She told me, sounding sad. “If you think I’m jealous of you flaunting a lie, you’re more delusional than I thought, Ariana. We both know the truth, don’t we?

His jealousy burrowed within him, festering like a seething storm. Aric's mind raced with a mixture of envy and obsession, his emotions blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. In his mind's eye, he envisioned a world where Kara would belong to him alone, where Ryder and the alliance they sought would be nothing more than distant echoes. He was convinced that Kara's destiny was intertwined with his, and he would stop at nothing to claim her.