Dreams Of Jealousy Novels & Stories

Suddenly, I was so fine with committing murder and heavy rounds of torture. I didn’t know when she fell asleep. I was too immersed in my thoughts of torturing and killing anyone that has touched her. I was in too deep that I never wanted to pull myself out of the black hole of jealousy I’d fallen into. Was it too selfish of me to hope she hasn’t been with anyone since me?

"Jealousy is a potent indicator of a woman's true feelings." "Jealousy?" I asked, perplexed. "You want me to make her jealous? How?" Vigo explained his plan, and the memory of that conversation resurfaced within me. I absentmindedly touched the marks on my neck, a mischievous smirk tugging at my lips. My warriors couldn't hide their amusement as they watched me search for greenfield snails along the riverbank. These snails were known to create fake hickeys, a perfect tool to incite jealousy in a lover. They teased me with their eyes, silently acknowledging the intent behind my actions. However, they respected me enough not to vocalize their amusement. That's one thing I appreciated about my

Chapter 16 Aiden I have a tendency of getting jealous when it's not the right time and my jealousy stems from the fear of losing everything that I have with regards to what I've earned or whatever turned and I know it's not an excuse but I can't help how I feel and sometimes I have conversations in my head about how I feel instead of telling people heart really feel and it manifests through my actions and in the way that I conduct things or in the way that seemingly so as it turns out right now speak to the person that I am in a relationship with.

And that desire was going to destroy us all if I wasn’t careful. Sleep came late that night, restless and filled with conflicted dreams. Mom’s face when she found out. Marcus choosing between us. The house empty and broken because of me. But even in the nightmares, my body still ached for him. By morning, I knew I wouldn’t stop. The jealousy would fester, but so would the need. We were in too deep, playing a game with no winners. And part of me, the darkest, most selfish part, didn’t care what it cost.

The whole world seemed to spin for a moment as guilt burned deep in my stomach. Yes, the journal. It was full of Jonathan’s dirty secrets. The boy had written detailed dreams about being a cum slut for older men. He fantasized about both me and Bryce taking him, using him, and owning him completely. I had hidden it because I wanted Jonathan all to myself. I did not want to share him with anyone, not even with my best friend, who he had also fantasized about.

I’m feeling bold, driven wild with lust out of growing jealousy and pent-up desire from our lack of sex the past few days. He’s totally frozen, staring at my breasts, his nostrils flaring. “What does it matter anyway?” I demand. “Soon you’ll be married, and I’ll have to find someone else to warm my bed.” Oh, it’s a dangerous game I’m playing, taunting him like this. He has to know, deep down, that I have no desire for anyone but him. But the lashings of my jealousy make me want to snap out in turn. If I’m hurt, he should also be.

I hated myself for staring, but I couldn’t stop. And then a dark thought crossed my mind. Imagine her with Leo. Well-deserved. A perfect crime. It would be illegal. My heart clenched instantly. I pictured his lips on hers, their bodies pressed together, his hands tracing her curves instead of my soft, imperfect frame. The jealousy stabbed sharp in my chest. I let out a small laugh under my breath at my own madness. “You’re insane,” I whispered to myself. “Jealous of your own imagination?” But the truth was, no matter what, Leo would move on someday.

“He touched my skin on purpose.” “He wanted you to get this vision?” My confusion tangled with a stab of jealousy. “A vision isn’t something you can control, not even me. Maybe… maybe he wanted me to see a future where I went with him. He asked me to go.” “Why would he think you’d say yes?” The jealousy bled through before I could stop it. “He was jealous of you. He didn’t like seeing the scars on my arm. He hates what this is doing to me.” I forced myself to stay focused. “Okay. How soon do your visions usually come true?”

Jealousy surged within me, an uncontrollable fire threatening to consume my senses. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I watched them, my mind inundated with irrational thoughts. I wanted to storm into that restaurant, to pull Lyza away from that man and claim her as my own. It pained me to see her with another, even though we had not yet established a formal relationship. The possessiveness within me reared its ugly head, a primal instinct that yearned to mark her as mine. In the depths of my jealousy, I found myself engaging in a heated conversation with myself, my voice tinged with possessiveness and longing.

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.