Dreams Of Jealousy Novels & Stories

Liam thought he had moved on from his jealousy, but it resurfaced when he met a new girl, Samantha. She was everything he had ever wanted in a partner, and he was afraid of losing her to someone else. He started to become possessive and controlling, monitoring her every move and getting upset when she spent time with other guys. Samantha tried to reassure him, but his jealousy was too strong. Liam knew he had to stop before it was too late. Liam knew that he had to confront his jealousy head-on. He couldn't let it control him and ruin yet another relationship. He took a deep breath and sat down with Samantha, ready to have an honest conversation.

It's as if we're trapped in a never-ending competition, fighting against an idealized version of our fears. As jealousy courses through our veins, it can bring out our most irrational behaviors and thoughts. We may obsessively check our partner's messages, doubt their intentions, and question our own worthiness. The very essence of jealousy is the belief that someone else possesses what we lack, and it's a tormenting thought that can tear us apart.

Low, deadly, possessive. And for the first time, I feel it. A dark jealousy. From Scar.

Even though I longed for it, dreamed of it, wanted it more than life itself. Eden was pregnant, and the baby wasn’t mine. Another thought came to me then. A vile thought. It crept its way into my mind. I wasn’t the father, but someone was… Who? My mind raced with jealousy. What wolf had laid with Eden? MY Eden. What wolf had touched her soft skin? Had kissed her wet mouth? Had pushed himself inside of her. Suddenly, a vision flashed through my mind. Eden, laying seductively on a bed, her legs spread, naked, lust in her eyes. While another man hovers over her…

“The only way they would be jealous is if you’ve had something to do with them and…” I trailed off, tilting my head at him. He only shrugged. My gaze narrowed. “Unless you did have something to do with them.” Something ugly settled in the bottom of my stomach. If this was what jealousy felt like, I never wanted to feel this way again. How many more of his mother’s female friends had he slept with? “It’s not what you think, Meadow,” he murmured. “Yeah? Well, I don’t think I want to know what it really is,” I said under my breath. “And I definitely need something to drink.”

Jill began to squirm to his touch, moaning softly as they continued to make out. Their lips broke their embrace and Jill said, "Let's continue this in the bedroom." She got up, taking Rob by the hand, leading him to our marital bed. I followed close behind and positioned myself in the corner of the room. They barely knew I was there anyway. I fantasized about seeing Jill with another man ever since she fucked our older neighbor Frank. I fondly held tight to those images of her sucking Frank's dick and watching him plunge himself deep into her cunt while I watched. It was almost a year later but I was finally getting my wish to, again, see my wife with another man. There wasn't an ounce of je

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. So it might be a little awkward for you since you've clearly been with a lot of woman who has satisfied your desires." Thinking about it makes me so sick to my stomach, the rumours of the past kept ringing in my head. 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.

the girl asserted, causing the woman in my dream, who had been observing the scene, to break into tears. Jealousy surged within me at those words. Who was she? Why was I having such vivid dreams? He belonged to me; his promises were mine and mine alone. So, why was I witnessing the plight of a stranger in my dreams? "You promised. You promised me, Aeron, yet you broke it. You left and forgot about me," the woman declared with a mix of anger and pain. As I gazed at her, I wondered if she could perceive me, reminiscent of the blonde woman in the fire. Tentatively, I reached for her hand, and a jolt shot through my body. Emotions of anger, pain, betrayal, longing, and denial surged within me. W

Not that she needed to show her teeth to be scary. "Hang on," I said, ignoring her expression. "Isn't avarice the same as jealousy?" "No, avarice is the desire for material objects, or for pleasure (she took great enjoyment out of gazing directly at me as she spoke, emphasising the word pleasure slightly) where as jealousy is the desire for something that is someone elses." "Well?" she said, her hands going to her hips. She took a pose, leaning more on one leg than the other. Her movement made her breasts jiggle, and I could almost feel them in my hand. I wanted to feel them in my hand.

°° AZALEA °° I care about him. Goddess, I really do! But I just can't seem to love him the way he wants. The way I'm supposed to. The way I actually want to. I keep having intimate dreams about a faceless man—dreams so vivid they leave my body aching long after I wake. I keep having these intimate dreams about a faceless man man. And what is even more unnerving is how vivid they alway feel and leave my body aching long after I wake up.