Novel & Cerita Dreams Of Jealousy

“I wouldn’t dream of it. Anything you tell me in here is for my ears only, unless you say otherwise.” I nodded and examined my own emotions. “I’ve had random sex dreams about people in my life, of course.” “We all do.” “But I always felt guilty about them. That’s my main instinct here: to feel guilty about it, since I’m currently sleeping with you. But since you claim you’re not jealous…” “A claim which is true.” “…then I guess I liked it.” I shook my head. “No, there’s no ambiguity about it. The dream was hot. Do you want details?”

What gave him the right to dictate who I could or couldn't be with? The memory of that burgundy lace made jealousy flare hot and vicious in my chest again. I pictured Dante with some faceless woman, his hands on her body, his mouth on her skin, and the image made me want to scream. Or break something. Preferably over his perfect, arrogant head. "It's not fair," I whispered, sinking onto the edge of the bed, consumed with jealousy over women he'd been with before he even knew I existed. A soft knock interrupted my spiraling thoughts.

Last night, when I left them, did they really… My chest tightened at the thought. Was it because of him that she was limping? I should spare myself the pain of imagining it but my brain definitely didn’t agree. I found myself imagining her tangled in bed with Landon, everything I’d dreamed about, every fantasy, being done to her, instead of me. The thought made a strange emotion pulse in my chest. Was I jealous right now? Of her? I mean, why should I be jealous? Landon was a man whore who was trying to hook on two women at the same time. I shouldn’t even be thinking about him.

It hit the wall with a dull thud, completely unsatisfying. My chest heaved as I paced back and forth, my bare feet slapping against the cold floor. Heat crawled up my neck and spread across my face. Jealousy — ugly, vicious jealousy — twisted like a knife in my stomach. I couldn’t stop the vivid, unwanted pictures flooding my brain. Are they kissing right now? Is he touching her? Is she on her knees for him? Is he enjoying the way she moans his name?

And every single time, they revolved around the same man. It was infuriating. Jade exhaled sharply, shaking her head as if it would dispel the lingering images. ‘It’s just a dream,’ she told herself. ‘Nothing more. He’s not even real.’ The idea of being involved with someone like him—an unattainable, married man—was laughable. She wasn’t foolish enough to entertain such fantasies, let alone allow them to affect her waking life. But the intensity of the dreams made it difficult to simply brush them off. She whispered to herself, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips,

I asked unrest. “Don't say that Skylar.” “I had a dream last night, in that dream I saw Denver and Jennifer kissing. She was crying in his arms, and she was apologizing to him for everything. Denver was ready to forgive her and give her a chance. Look, I know this might sound crazy, doctor, but it looked so real. I feel like what's going on is a sign or something. What if she did something to him in my dream, and what if she is trying to do that in reality? To steal his mind and force him to love her back?”

JAELA Vivid dreams, vivid unwanted sexy dreams. I’ve been having them non-stop since my traitorous sisters took me to Tristen two weeks ago. My nights are totally consumed with dreams of him. Some of them are downright dirty. I shiver thinking about how real his body felt against mine, the burn of his lips on mine. Aiyana doesn’t make it any better, her longing for Adriel and Tristen has been getting on my nerves lately. She conjures up those memories and I can’t relax until I relieve myself. Why did they do this to me?

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?

He looks so happy with another woman, another woman that is not her. And the fire of jealousy begins to burn in her heart. As she tries to put herself to sleep, Arthur's smile in etched into her memory, the way he's looking at the woman haunting her whenever she closes her eyes. And eventually, haunting her dreams.

Tears fell, one after another, splattering silently onto the floor. That night stretched on endlessly as I wandered the streets, searching for an open pharmacy. By the time I considered going to the hospital, rain had started pouring down, drenching me and washing away every last illusion. I finally stumbled home, soaked and defeated, a painful clarity settling over me. It was that night I realized our seven-year marriage had been nothing more than a mirage. But even now, in death, I hadn't found peace. Just when I thought I'd be a wandering soul forever, my friend Yuna sensed something was off.