Envy Fma Novels & Stories

Tomas was one of my best warriors… he was mine. And I didn’t mean that in the way the Manor was mine, or the territory, or the throne I still didn't technically hold, was mine. I meant it the way every wolf who bled for this pack was mine, the way Jasper was mine, the way the wolves who'd followed my mother through fifteen years of nothing had earned a permanent place in my chest. So when I say I was grateful, understand that it wasn't the kind of gratitude that softens a man's face. It was something with a much deeper meaning.

Anything would do for him. But he wasn't ready to see the scene in front of him. She was smiling while looking at Shawn. He was laughing too. The volcano of emotions that erupted inside him was maddening. He was jealous. So fucking much. His blood boiled in fury when they continued to talk in hushed voices right in front of him and smiled. Shawn was his most trustworthy man but the thought of killing seemed satisfying at the moment. He marched towards her. Grabbing her wrist he hauled her up to her feet with a jerk and started to drag her along with him back into the mansion.

Renee can’t bring herself to say it. “ Mate Mark. ” I utter and the world slows down for a while. “ Who was it? Did you find your mate? ” She steps away from me cautiously. Deep grey eyes keep revolving in my mind. The indifference, the amusement, and the strange glint. My heartbeat escalates until I can’t breathe anymore. No way. A Princess marked by a man she doesn’t even know…That sounds just…Impossible. This man is from the South, an enemy and he is a Lycan which means he is closely related to the man I am promised to. That’s just oil to the fire.

“But there’s still more to do.” Envy's jaw clenched. He had hated the command from the start, hated the way it forced him to betray his brothers, to feed Luna the knowledge she craved. Yet the memory of his son, small and fragile, untainted by the war around them, kept him rooted. One wrong move, one defiance, and… “You're trembling,” Zadkiel whispered, leaning closer. “Afraid for the boy? Or afraid of me?” Envy's fists went tighter. "I… I'm doing what I must," he said, voice low, strained.

The dominance and aura was also there but he’s much more approachable compared to Dye at first glance. He’s the sin of envy -------- wait! She once again stared at the man in front of her when she realized something. Before she could even talk, he already walked away with a goodbye. “See you around…” Then he went outside and left her hanging in her thoughts. Spade Ravensdale, the sin of envy while Jack Levine is the sin of lust. As far as she remembered, Thea told her once that Spade is the sin of lust and not Jack. She shrugged her shoulders, “Well, maybe it was just a mistake.” She murmured before going out.

The air was thick with tension. Melinda paced the dark room, her eyes flicking to the shadows where Freya’s ex-mates stood. Their faces were hard, unreadable, but they were nothing compared to the storm raging in her chest. She felt it again, the envy clawing at her insides. She had always been ambitious, always wanted more, but now, watching Freya’s life unfold, it was different. Freya had everything. The love of three Lycan kings. Respect. Strength. A future.

I sparingly answered him. I don't plan to talk right now because my attention is on Jevro. Why is Rowan next to him? What if before we reach our destination, Jevro is injured because of Rowan's dirty tricks? Several times, Rowan tried to erase Jevro from his world. In any case, when envy prevails in a person's heart, he will do everything to get rid of the reason for his envy. "Ah.. Believe me or not, I'm a fan of yours. I didn't think you could kill Acon with just one move. Besides that, I also saw that you can imitate the power of your opponent?"

Noah shot him a helpless smile, “Perhaps. But how am I supposed to know who feels envious of me? They usually keep it in their heart, and I don't have your skills, Fynn. And that is just petty jealousy, who in their right mind would do something like this out of petty jealousy?” Noah honestly couldn’t remember anyone who might have held a grudge against Aris. And Noah could indeed remember far. Far as in everything that ever happened to the original Aris. Fynn rubbed his throbbing temples again, “Just because you can't come up with anyone who might have a grudge against you, doesn't mean that there is no one with a grudge. Let’s put it in another way… who would benefit from your death?” And

If looks could kill, Fane would have died several tens of thousands times. “You must be very proud of yourself, huh? You’re probably all fired up just listening to these comments about you, aren’t you? I’ll admit that I’ve underestimated you. I never expected that you’d be so strong!” spoke Wesley, though harshly and forcefully through gritted teeth. His eyes were bloodshot when he said these words as his envy and hate nearly spilled from his chest. He even grew envious of Fane, who was extremely talented. Duncan alone was not enough, and all of a sudden, another talented individual appeared, suppressing him at the bottom!

Does he really care for me? Sometimes I'm thinking out of my ass… and it's all because of this guy. I am being a mean woman. Athena, what is not clear about what El said? He already owns you so it's only natural that he will feel envious to whoever man you are cheering. No, not envious, it was jealousy! He was jealous to Darrell! How dare him to get jealous without a bit feeling to me! Jealous and envy. Those two words are different. Envy is something you do not have and see in others. You want to get it from him. Jealousy is something you already have but afraid of someone take it from you.