Novel & Cerita Envious Of Meaning

I really love my look despite being a little bit conscious of the dress being sleeveless. When I went down the stairs, I could see the back of my parents and Isaiah's. Ang awkward, I feel like the girl in the movies walking down while the guy was waiting. I had to keep my face serious since I don't want my parents to think weird ideas if I happen to be too comfortable with Isaiah. I looked at Isaiah and raised a brow at him. Somehow, bitching out and raising brows at each other had become our sign of approach. It's quite funny when I think about it.

To the point I become envious of her. …

Ibinalik ko na lang sa harap ang tingin ko. "All set!" sabi ko habang nire-relax ang sarili. "Your word is Ven- jens. Its definition is..." I interrupted her. "A downward spiral of pain and betrayal, which often involves deep anger and perhaps an obsessive desire to get even by inflicting similar harm to the person who initially harmed the person seeking revenge. The origin of the word is Old French, right? Also, its etymology came from the Latin word, Vindicare, right?" "That's... that's right, keep going."

“Papatayin kita at sinisigurado kong makukuha ko ang mga kayamanan na dapat sa akin at hindi sa kagaya mong ampon lang naman!” Envy is why Ramilo betrayed me, and he wants to kill me to get the property I inherited from my parents, who are Ramilo's distant relatives. Matinding inggit dahil sa akin pinamana ang lahat samantalang ampon lang ako ng mga magulang ko at siya na kamag-anak na naghahangad ay hindi man lang naambunan ng pamana.

She sighed and took a sip on her drink. "I kinda felt envious that time. Seeing a guy like you being like that to that girl. I was like, sana ako din merong ganong boyfriend. Then my envy became an obsession... I began to like you instead of wanting a guy like you. So ayon, napagtanto ko na nagkagusto ako sayo kaso may girlfriend ka noon eh." After hearing those, I lifted her chin so I can get a good look at her. "Well, you got me now. You don't have to be envious anymore." Napangiti naman sya.

It was a scene ripped from a fairytale, a perfect family portrait that mocked my own desolate existence. A bitter taste flooded my mouth. Envy, sharp and corrosive, ate away at me. It wasn't just the wealth, the sprawling mansion, the effortless grace of their lives. It was the love, the genuine, unadulterated affection that bound them together. Something I had never known, something I craved with a ferocity that bordered on madness.