Family Jealousy Novels & Stories

“He’s my friend.” His jaw tightened. “Friends don’t look at each other the way you two do.” The air shifted. There it was — jealousy, raw and unguarded. From him. My pulse stumbled, but I forced a bitter laugh. “Why do you care? You’re my professor. And more than that—you’re my mother’s husband. You have no right to—”

They never would have expected that jealousy will make a person forget about relationships. It will tie a cloth of hunger to want more, and the person will not see whom he is hurting in the process. That's what is happening with ornan. He is jealous of his brother. He wants everything his brother has. He does not want to see that his brother earned whatever he has today with hard work. His dedication was what his father respects the most and finds his eldest son reasonable. But the younger son does not see things that way, he only sees that his father favors his brother more than him.

It’s been a week, her mother went to get her hometown along with Leila’s father… She let them go and enjoy. Now, they are coming back home for her birthday party. Danny’s wife, Cara was starting Leila happy face. There was a hater in her eyes. But she didn’t say it. Cara was jealous of her and she always prays for her downfall. Her evil eye always catches Leila in trouble. Danny knows about his wife jealousy but he always asks her not to think negative. Danny wanted peace in his family. He wanted all of them to live happily. He loves and protects his sister, he makes his wife understand that Leila loves her…

"Am I jealous? That's laughable. Jealous of a useless person like you who relies on the family?" "So what if I'm useless? I'm happier than you!" Isabella coldly retorted before leaving Amelia's office. Amelia, filled with rage, swept the documents off her desk. Yes, she was insanely jealous! Isabella grew up in a happy and carefree family, while Amelia was burdened with endless studies and constantly tried to please her grandparents and those around her. Despite being more capable and mature than Isabella, in the eyes of her family, everyone doted on Isabella, except for her grandmother.

Kendra offered, “but we’d become friends of a sort. Or, at least I thought that we had.” “It’s my fault,” Felix moaned without realizing that he was speaking in front of people who had no idea why it would be his fault. Suddenly aware of the faux pas that he’d made, he lept from the chair and made his excuses to leave and go to Ari. Alice stared at the door that he’d exited through long after he’d disappeared. There was something amiss and she wanted to know just what that might be. Her eyes slowly took in each occupant in the room until they settled on Kendra. Why would Ari’s angst with Kendra be Felix’s fault? They were cousins who had been raised like brother and sister. Could Felix

It's as if we're trapped in a never-ending competition, fighting against an idealized version of our fears. As jealousy courses through our veins, it can bring out our most irrational behaviors and thoughts. We may obsessively check our partner's messages, doubt their intentions, and question our own worthiness. The very essence of jealousy is the belief that someone else possesses what we lack, and it's a tormenting thought that can tear us apart.

she stuttered, her heart slamming in her chest in fright. “Are you by any chance jealous, Rena?” This time he didn’t pull her closer, he moved closer to her, his chest pressing in on her. Jealous? How could she be jealous of her husband’s father being with another woman? Never!

I asked Jonny, knowing how he too, feels about Loyalty. He literally looks at me like I’ve sprouted a second head from my neck. “It’s my brother, why would it? I dunno about you and your brother, but my brothers would never cross that line”! He shakes his head at me. “Only you would be jealous of your wife having a better relationship with your own brother than you do”. “No she doesn’t”, I argued.

Saying that the women fall to the ground and she was shaking and crying like she would really fall into a seizure, she clutched onto her chest and wept with all that she could. Knowing that the man she had come to love, never really loved her, and the son he loved, never really loved him in return. That even after years, the things she had tried to change, still stuck on, and her sons that he had loved as his own, had suddenly become his enemies because of the greed she fed them. Because of the jealousy she harboured towards his first family. Towards me. His only old family. This isn’t fair… Why should I be the one suffering at the end when he was the one who made me to be like this…?

"You know, a matter of jealousy." "I'm not surprised that boy is so jealous of you, my love; it seems all men have it in their genes." Mom says, giving both dad and uncle Mich a significant look. "Oh, but Liza was the jealous one!" Dad comments with complete naturalness. He comes over to us and hugs me, covering my face so mom doesn't notice I'm glaring at him. "Isn't that right, principessa?" He asks, kissing my head. "Yes." I mutter through clenched teeth.