Envy Fma Novels & Stories

Her whole body shook. “My mother was always the favored daughter,” she spat, voice filled with venom. “She didn’t leave enough love for me to feel remorse!” She stepped closer, her shoes clicking against the tiled floor. My fists clenched, trembling with rage. It was clear now—Colima had always been envious. Jealousy had consumed her, twisted her beyond recognition. “Oh, I get it now,” I said coldly. “Your father told you you weren’t fit to be Rogue Alpha. So you ran to Anthony like a coward.”

I demanded. They exchanged a glance, and Imelda squeezed my hand tighter. "We looked into it," she said quietly. "The car is registered to Essence Knight. Princess's mother." At first, the revelation didn't upset me the way it probably should have. Yes, Princess's mother had literally tried to kill me, which was objectively horrible. But I still had the shares. The billions of dollars worth of shares that Essence had given me was what I believed was some kind of payoff or consolation prize for my pain.

What an intelligent woman. I sensed admiration and something deeper in his eyes—the acknowledgment of a conqueror toward an opponent of equal standing. The other family leaders also began approaching Reuben, offering their respects. Galvan was still making a last-ditch effort. His voice trembled with fear. He screamed frantically, "Impossible! He's a fraud! I've known him for three years, and he's just a lowly driver!" ‘This must be a setup. They must have planned this! How can Reuben be the Falcone family heir?’ Galvan wondered.

Alana’s POV I kept quiet for a moment, giving her time actually to think about it before I continued. “We have a common enemy, I think we should team up and eliminate our common threat by all means necessary.” “You’re joking right? What makes you think I would betray the Vacinelo name for a mercelo?” she snapped I simply smiled. I expected her reply but I could smell her desperation. Pride, it's always pride that blinds them.

James asked as he looked at the wrapped package. “Open it and find out.” He smiled as James started ripping the paper off and unfolded the leather vest. “What does it say?” “That’s a phoenix rising from the ashes, same as my jacket. But below it, it says, ‘Blood of Wrath’. That means every biker that sees it will know you’re my son,” he said. James looked up at him, his eyes glistening. “Really?” “Whenever we go to events like today, you can wear it and people will know exactly who you are.” He could feel that tug of emotions in his chest and when he looked up, Jenna was smiling brightly, he could feel that in his soul too.

In a monotonous tone, Levi the Envious spoke without making fun of himself. “Have you got no trust with our prince, Maleficent? Let him redeem himself and stop acting like a damn hero,” said Levi the Envious, “You are a villain so act like one. You are greedy so take and take until nothing is left to plunder. And you are a demon like me and like Damon; we made use of anything, everything, and anyone.”

"You sense it too?” Elena frowned. "Sense what?” “Jealousy " he said, letting the word linger. "Not ordinary envy… jealousy. The kind that doesn’t just whisper threats. Acts on them. The kind that doesn’t tolerate being ignored.” Her chest tightened. "Who?” Adrian’s eyes flicked toward the mansion’s monitors. Small anomalies in security feeds had been flagged. "Someone close " he said. "Someone who believes they are entitled. Someone whose envy has turned into obsession.”

“This isn’t the time for your petty envy and rivalry.” “My petty—envy? Are you—I don’t envy Blake!” As the words left my mouth, I wished desperately that I could call them back. In their minds, of course I envied Blake, the tall, handsome alpha brother with no Hensley’s and no disgusting eyeglasses displaying my imperfection to the world. And even those few words of rebellion against the family’s creed that being an alpha werewolf was the universe’s most desirable possible state would be enough to set my father off like a match to a pool of gasoline.

Upon hearing Fuyu make reference to the bastard, it filled me with an incessant need to drive my hand straight through his heart and slowly torture him, cutting him from the inside while watching his agonised expression as death awaited him. The thought of him daring to touch my woman… I needed to nab the audacity that made him touch my children. I wanted to remind him that he made me a personal enemy when he dared play with her. I was the only one allowed to toy with her, and when compared to him, my intentions always brought her knees buckling and her back arching into the bed as I brought her multiple orgasms. “I want to hurt that bastard.” Fuyu tilted his head as he watched a guard jump

None of it could start a generator. None of it could save our lives. Luxury had become garbage. Wealth had become decoration. And we were dying. A vicious jealousy ignited inside my chest. So fierce. So toxic. So consuming. For one brief second, I almost forgot the cold. I had spent my entire life believing I was destined to stand above everyone else. The apex predator. The future king of Oakhaven. Yet somehow... Elena had beaten me. She had outplayed me. Outplanned me.