Dreams Of Jealousy Novels & Stories

My dreams have become so sad, I don’t get so surprised when I see the wet patch on the bundle of clothes I call pillow, whenever I wake up. Like who wouldn’t cry at being thrown out of a large boat where she was earlier surrounded by people, loving and caring people. Left to float in loneliness and rejection. Yes, those were the kind of dreams I have nowadays. I keep my hands busy; plucking out weed that have grown around my flowers. Parasites that have grown around my babies. I am keeping busy to avoid being stuck in my thoughts or even to forget my dreams. Am I a parasite? Am I? Does remaining here and watching Jude and Theresa flaunt their new found love around the base, make me a parasit

She hadn’t spoken clear enough to make out who had such an affect on her, making her squirm and moan, even in her sleep. White-hot rage and black jealousy snapped in his chest, twisting his insides into a vicious knot. He envisioned waking her, grabbing her, and demanding to know who she dreamed of. He’d rip the name from her lips, make her forget anyone else had ever existed. But then her eyes opened.

Now, eight years later, that desire had turned into a full blown obsession. And his fucking body hadn’t forgotten a thing. The minute he spotted her across the room tonight, the same powerful hunger exploded through him, and his dick had reacted with the same urgent attention. Every time Gavin mentioned she was dating someone, Jayden had cringed inside. The jealousy that burned through him at the thought of another man touching her was like poison. He’d tried to bury that rage by diving into work or sleeping with other women. He hoped that eventually the fear of her ending up with someone else would fade.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

“Number one: I’ve had sex in public areas. Number two: I’ve done a threesome. Number three: I’ve dreamed about you—wild dreams, not innocent ones.” My entire body stills. I feel a rage within me, listening to her first two statements. Imagining Selena with someone else fuels a kind of jealousy I’ve never known before. The mere thought of another man touching her, seeing her naked, feeling the warmth and tightness of her pussy—it drives me insane. My jaw tightens, and I try to stay calm, but my hands tighten into fists. But then her last statement echoes in my head. She’s dreamed about me. And not just any dreams—wild ones.

He had never once invaded my mind though, and I appreciated that. “I had another dream,” I admitted in a hushed voice. He sighed heavily and looked up, keeping his eyes focused on the path ahead. I could feel the jealousy pouring out of him and it was overwhelming. I hated telling him about my dreams because he insisted on knowing everything. Every little detail and it was sometimes embarrassing as hell. There had been a few spicy dreams and he wanted me to tell him all the dirty things we got up to. “Please, baby. Calm down on the jealousy, would you? It’s churning my stomach.”

Instead, he continued to care for me, his presence a beacon of warmth in the darkness of my mind. Despite the gentleness, the dream did little to soothe my anger. I hated him for making me suffer so much, for the agony that came with the thought of him marrying someone else. Each time the image of him and Madeline together surfaced, the fire in my heart burned hotter, fueled by jealousy and heartbreak. The dream felt like an eternity, each moment stretching into the next. I wanted to wake up, to escape the conflicting emotions that tore at my soul. But I was trapped in that surreal space, caught between the reality of my pain and the illusory comfort of Alfred's care.

I really can’t believe he is hooking up with that woman who isn't even his type. It crosses my mind that maybe I'm jealous and oddly enough, I am red, yellow, purple and still true to jealousy. I hope I don’t lose everything I ever wanted by the time all the pieces of the puzzle have fit together!

"I don't want to talk about irrelevant people, We're together, aren't we? You already have me!" "It's not enough! I watch you cry in your sleep every day; I don't know how much longer I can take it; it's driving me insane!.." His fingers tighten around my neck, his breathing is ragged, and bitter jealousy drips from his every word. "I want everything of yours, Including your dreams. Even if I have to follow you to the depths of hell and drag out your demons, by all means, I'm going to have all of it!" I suck in a sharp breath as he releases me, but his eyes remain covetous and furious.

The jealousy he had been nursing all night exploded into a desperate, needy hunger. "Yes," he hissed, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly low register. He grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against him, his hands digging into the silk of her gown. "I am jealous. I am losing my goddamn mind with it. Every time I see a man look at you, I want to tear his eyes out. I want to lock you in this room, bolt the door, and never let another living soul see you. I want to tear this dress off you and mark every inch of your skin so clearly that no other man would ever dare think you were free."