Dreams Of Jealousy Novels & Stories

"No, it’s not Axel— that wouldn't have been a problem. It's Bella, my… dead mate. Though she only visits my dreams, it still worries me; I hadn't dreamed about her in years, and all of a sudden she is all I dream about, and in this dream... it's always like we were still together, just how it had been before she died." "Thane, I trust you. I know you don't love her, and it's just the deities trying to mess with your head, but I know you love me, and I love you too. The fact that you see your dead mate in your dreams doesn't mean a damn thing." I assured him. Yes, I felt jealous that he dreamt of another woman; I could swallow that down because I knew he didn't want to. It just... happens, an

he declares. My heart lurches to my feet when the weight of his words strikes it down. There’s no way I’m mistaken about what I’m feeling - I’m jealous towards a dead woman! But what’s even more unacceptable is that that jealousy is a proof of what I’ve been battling not to figure out - I’m falling in love with Mr. Davide, a man whom I must kill and a man who has every reason to destroy me and my race!

Well, I don't know, it's part of a couple's relationship, man. "Ah." "Now, for example, she must be having sex with someone right now, and it tears me apart inside." Lipe crushed the empty beer can and threw it into the middle of the yard. "Is that jealousy?" "Yeah, a devastating jealousy that keeps me awake at night, takes away my appetite, and distracts me at work. You know how it is when you keep hammering and thinking about something, even if you don't want to think about it? Oh, no, you probably don't..."

Parker looked to see that the guys had paused their games. And to know, they say jealousy is produced by the fear that the loved person prefers someone else.

Why the gloom look all of a sudden? Dimitri swallowed. “Did you hear anything?” “The part where I’m not your mate.” She bit on her lower lip. “What’s that about?” “It’s self-explanatory, Jean. You’re not my mate.” “Who is? Who is she?” “I cannot tell you.” “Are you kidding me?” She scoffed. “Is she ugly?” “No. She’s beautiful. She’s any man’s dream.” The jealousy Jean felt on the inside could not be hidden. “Is she your dream?”

I gulped, as his eyes followed my every move. "Fine, you make me feel things I do not want to think about. How I want you to kiss me till I moan your name. I want to feel you infuse me but then I'm in bed with anyone. So it might be a little awkward for you since you've clearly been with a lot of women who have satisfied your desires." Thinking about it makes me so sick to my stomach. I hate to think of him with another woman, prior to this moment. It made my doubts come alive in the worst possible ways. I never thought I would be capable of jealousy until I met this man who brings my darkest desires to life.

"Why will I call that psycho when I'm having a beautiful, hot, sexy, bold and fiesty wife standing in front of me in my shirt?" "Day by day, you're becoming naughty husband," She teased. "For you only, my jaan. Why are you so jealous when I solely belong to you?" "I'm jealous because my husband is sinfully hot and handsome. Every girl wants him. I don't want to share you with anyone. In college, every girls looks you like a piece of meat. It's as if they are ready to eat you any time. I want to kill them for eye raping you with their eagle eyes."

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.

This sour and bitter feeling churning nonstop in my chest is making me want to destroy something. I don't go to bed. Instead I turn around and pretend to be thirsty. Sneaking glances at my husband and Jo the motherfucker, I volunteer to wash the dishes, something I've never done before. I bet Jo and Alessio are sleeping together or have slept together. Hold on. Am I jealous? Over someone I just met three weeks ago? Yes, I'm fucking jealous and it doesn't feel right. I want to slap myself and knock my head on the wall. What's wrong with me?

"Even in death, you're still trying to steal my man? Clearly, skinning you and blowing you up wasn't cruel enough." "Go to hell with your little bastard!" I shut my eyes and calmed myself. Quietly, I preserved every text and waited—for the storm that was sure to come.