Dreams Of Jealousy Novels & Stories

"Of course, love. What is it?" Jette took a deep breath, the words forming like ripples in a pond, gradually gaining momentum. She recounted the dream—the fantastical landscapes, the surreal creatures that danced on the fringes of imagination, and the ominous shadows that whispered of hidden fears. "It was unlike any dream I've ever had," Jette confessed, her eyes searching Drew's for understanding. "I was in a place where reality seemed to warp, and every step I took felt like a journey through the corridors of a surreal fantasy. But amidst the beauty, there was this darkness, Drew. A threatening nightmare that lurked in the shadows, whispering things I couldn't comprehend."

William actually came home early—I’d probably combust on the spot. I kept checking my phone, half hoping, half dreading a notification from him. Nothing. The house stayed quiet. Too quiet. He still wasn’t back from wherever he’d disappeared to. My mind spun the worst possibilities: him in some sleek downtown penthouse, shirt unbuttoned, a leggy brunette straddling his lap, moaning his name while he fucked her the way I’d just imagined him fucking me. The jealousy hit like a fist to the stomach—sharp, ugly, irrational. I had no claim on him. None. And yet the thought of his big hands on someone else’s hips, his low voice praising another woman, made my nails dig into my palms.

The fact that he was still worked up about it was something. He wanted to rip his heart out. AJ was not good with this… Did not really know how to deal with jealousy as he had never ever had a reason to feel remotely jealous of another soul in his entire life. Seeing Lillianna so much as look at another man his jealousy was alive and well. It ate at him that anybody looked at her. It killed him to think of others wanting to do anything with her. He was so fucking confused. This morning AJ had woken up and found Lillianna asleep beside him. She was so beautiful. He wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss her. He wanted to fuck her… Like he always did. He wanted to eat her alive.

In my dreams, Ethan and I eventually went our separate ways. I couldn't hold back my tears and started sobbing softly. Ethan immediately came to me and softly held my hands. "Elena, don't be afraid. I'm here." His voice was gentle yet determined. I slowly calmed down. Slipping into and out of unconsciousness, I heard him mumble, "Don't leave me behind… Please… don't. I'm so scared I'll lose you…" That was the first time I'd seen him so fragile. He was like a pup, afraid of being abandoned, pleading with me not to leave.

“Why did you drink so much, Belle?” “Because I was hurt,” Belle whispered, her eyes meeting his. “Because of you.” Bastian held her gaze. From the outside, he looked cold, arrogant, untouchable. Nobody would ever guess he was in a serious relationship. Belle’s chest ached with jealousy—because Renee had won the heart she could never claim. “Sometimes reality will never match the dream we want, Sparrow.” “Does that make me selfish for wanting my dream to come true?”

I could smell their scents linger in the air. But my new far-sightedness and incredible sense of smell weren’t what I was concerned with right now. What concerned me was the rage that flared inside me, heating me up from within, so I felt like an inferno. I didn’t think—I couldn’t think. All I could see was my mate with his hand around another woman and… Holy shit. It was jealousy. The burning feeling, the sudden urge to rip a stranger’s head off her shoulders and break every bone in her body… It was fucking jealousy.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” “Maybe a little of both.” The thought of someone else trying to take her away is something I’d never imagined. Now it's in my head. And it's making me mad. Is it jealousy? I don't know. But whoever lays a hand on my Desiree will lose the hand. “You’re the possessive type, aren’t you?” Desiree asks. “I suppose I am,” I admit. “When it comes to you, I find I don’t want to share.”

He should've known that it wasn't distrust but jealousy. He was so dumb that he failed to realize that I was jealous. That dummy! I sulked for a long time until I fell asleep. In my dream, the scene of Colin calling Jasmine out kept replaying. I was enjoying the spectacle. But soon enough, Jasmine bore her sharp, glinting fangs and charged at me. She sank her teeth into my shoulder. I bled profusely, and it hurt a lot. Colin, meanwhile, was standing behind her. He did nothing except stare at me. I called his name again and again, but he made no reaction as if he didn't hear me.

Fear and jealousy intertwine, creating a complex web of thoughts within his mind. Fear grips him as he envisions Elizabeth confiding in Dominic, revealing the secrets and manipulations that Tristan has carefully orchestrated. The idea of his carefully constructed façade crumbling under the weight of the truth terrifies him. He knows that if the truth were to come out, the control he holds over their shared circumstances would slip through his fingers, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. Simultaneously, jealousy courses through his veins, fueled by the sight of Elizabeth's connection with Dominic. A pang of possessiveness gnaws at his heart as he witnessed their interactions, and he can't hel

“Hurry up, I don't like waiting. What can make you laugh like a possessed person? Does this have anything to do with your man?" "Of course, yes!" "Haa... I knew it." "You know, he's jealous!" "Huh?" "He's jealous of me and Caspian." "Jealous? What do you mean? What the hell did you do with Caspian to make that arrogant man jealous? I am not sure. Maybe it's just your thoughts. I think Dominic didn't feel jealous at all. That's what someone who is in love usually does. They always fantasize that the person they like has the same feelings as them. But in reality, it's just an illusion created by their own thoughts."