Novel & Cerita Dreams Of Jealousy

Something is happening to me. Something strange, and I don’t like it. I have never felt an emotion called jealousy before and right now, that’s what I’m feeling. Jealousy. I’m at Oceanside and Suites private beach, dressed in a one-piece white beach wear that brings out my curves and accentuates my breasts. I came out here to escape this strange feeling of jealousy that I’m feeling right now all because I found out Aimee and Dominique have slept with each other before and Aimee is just throwing it at my face to make me mad and she’s succeeding.

she teased, her smirk wicked and knowing. “It always comes back to sex with you, doesn’t it?” I laughed, but the words landed heavier than I expected. My mind betrayed me in an instant, conjuring scenes I had no right to imagine. Adrian’s broad shoulders flexing under the dim lights, another woman’s fingers tangled in his hair, her breathless cries echoing as he drove into her with that intense focus I know too much. The jealousy hit sharp and hot, twisting low in my belly, but it didn’t stop there. It ignited something darker, sweeter. A pulse of pure want throbbed between my thighs. I squeezed my legs together unconsciously, trying to ease the sudden ache that made my breath hitch.

I am sure that he will keep me up all night tonight because as much as I want her; he wants…no, needs her in his den. I don’t bother sleeping when I get home, but I meditate. I invade her dreams and see that she is already dreaming some spicy dreams about me, so I just nudge a little, adding some extra heat and a hint or two more kink. My jealousy doesn’t flare like it should when her dreams flash images of a little white and lavender haired Asian person under a shower. I do not know who that person is to her, or whether they are male or female, but I feel like I should know them. One thing is for certain, though. She will wake up craving my touch. I shower quickly and dress in my usual blac

Others agreed. “I wish he would take me with him! I wouldn't mind one night with him!” What the!? I felt ridiculed. Why is everyone so eager to warm his bed!? As if you didn't have a wet dream yourself? My subconscious mind taunted me, making me roll my eyes. Their words stirred a feeling of jealousy in my heart, and I rolled my eyes. Seriously? Why am I being jealous? “Is he here to find a mate?” “I wonder who that would be?”

"I had never given you any reason to be jealous." "You think? I get jealous when I remember that Diego get to stay the whole day with you." "But that isn't my choice." "It doesn't change a thing. Also, when you dreamt about the vampire, I didn't like it; even if I knew you couldn't control your dreams, I wanted to be the only man; even in your dreams, I got mad when I discovered someone out there wanted you too."

Clothes finding their way to the floor before our lips lock again in a needy embrace. Brayden’s jaw was getting tighter as if he were trying not to jump the imaginary person in Lilly’s thoughts. His face finally fully looking out the window as if looking to see who she was thinking about. He was jealous and she knew it, the best part was his jealousy was of himself in a dream she once had. The thought of the dream used to make her feel sick but right now she couldn’t help but share it with him. Opting to continue she finally got to the part that she knew would make him squirm.

She'd never get to be underneath the man or even see him naked… only in her dreams. Her body reacted to her every angry thought, sending shivers down her spine. Her nub ached for a release as her anxiety took over all of her senses. Laying flat on her back, she snaked a hand inside her pyjama shorts and found her already swollen nub as tears streamed down the sides of her face. She envied the woman in the other room, what did she do to deserve Damon's attention that she couldn't?? She closed her eyes and moved her hand faster underneath her covers. Her fingers pressed firmly on her nub as she tried to get rid of the jealousy surging through her system and dive deeper into her fantasies in wh

“Are you upset because I dreamt about Tim? Do you think I can control that?” “No!” he snapped. “I know that!” “You just said you understand—” “But I can’t control my jealousy either,” he cut in sharply. “I’m not angry—I’m jealous. Damn it, Rebecca. Why did you have to say his name in your sleep? Maybe because deep down, he’s still the one you’re looking for.” His jaw tightened. “Tell me… every time I touch you—are you thinking about him?” My lips parted in disbelief. “Wow… I can’t believe you just said that,” I said, shaking my head. “How could you even accuse me of something like that? Do you hear me calling his name when we’re together? You’re unbelievable.”

“Wow… she's amazing. How did she capture the s' attention?” “Ha.. does she really think she would become Luna. She better wake up from that dream and face reality. She's just a tool for pleasure.” “Don't say grapes are sour because you can have them. Your voices are just filled with jealousy because you can't have what she has. Even if you present yourself to the to become his tool for pleasure he would still reject you. All of you should better keep quiet before you get yourself into a mess you can't get out of because of your jealousy.”

His eyes, his voice, his scent, his body — everything about him drives me insane… just like his fiancée does. Jealousy. Intense, burning, suffocating — vile, like a venomous snake coiling inside me. I never thought I could be this jealous! I’ve never felt anything like it before. When I see Nicole next to him, I can’t help but imagine what kind of death would suit her best. Should I tear her apart right there in the office, turning her into a bloody mess? Or throw her out the window without even opening it? Poison her, maybe? Or at least slip something laxative into her coffee? I can’t help these thoughts. Thank the Moon Goddess I can at least let them stay in my imagination.