Novel & Cerita Green Eyed Jealousy

It was supposed to make my heart flutter with happiness. But instead, I felt jealousy burning my heart. I grabbed his face with one of my hands and pulled it closer to mine. My eyes were blazing with jealousy, I could feel them burning. “And how many women have you seen naked before me?” I asked him angrily. Just the thought of him being with another woman dipped my heart into lava.

Jeo asked her "Look, dad, Eden has dimples but I don't. I can take care of it but she has deep blue eyes and I have green eyes. I think I should change my eyes. I need to go through an operation" Ella said to him "Baby, why you are worried about this eyes color. I don't think Ethan ever looks at her eyes. He only married him for revenge" Jeo said

"Uh, no ... there's a curtain. And I told him to go out, that's what you got." He still did not calm down. My heart was pounding, but my mind was calm. He wasn’t angry because I lacked time for him. He was mad because he was jealous. And I feel a bit guilty for feeling glad. Because jealousy doesn't feel good. But to see him with that kind of fury glistening in his eyes, I feel like I'm going crazy. "I watched how you two performed and I saw the way he looked at you. The bastard desires you, Elena.”

Technically. He caught my gaze and tilted his head, studying me with an expression that made my stomach flutter. "What?" I brushed, trying to look away. God, those eyes. Now that they were back—fierce and crystal clear—I could drown in them. “Do I sense jealousy?” he smirked. “Is my wife actually jealous right now?” I would rather bite a denim button than admit it out loud. But that woman’s audacity? I was two seconds away from throwing her off the damn jet.

* Mia. I felt a hot gaze on my body. It burns so intensely that I am forced to look in the direction of the glare, and there he is, my mate. No, my detested mate. He is gazing me down with a venomous gaze. His eyes are filled with jealousy. I can tell he’s mentally slicing me into pieces in his mind. He’s filled with rage. What exactly is Miller’s issue?

My jaw drops, how did this man diss Alejandro and still be able to stand there, alive? Alejandro clenches his jaw hard, I can feel the tension in the room from the mere silence. Elijah finally turns around to see me, once our eyes meet, I'm instantly drawn to his gorgeous orbs. I've never seen eyes so beautiful... it's a glimmering hazel with gold specs surrounding the outer layer of the pupil while the outer rim of the iris is outlined with a light green. It reminds me of forest fairies, adding such mystical and magical elements. This reminds me of how only one other person was able to mesmerize me with their eyes like this was Alej—never mind that.

Even orange juice–Zumo De Naranja– sounded like it was worth a million bucks. We placed our orders and waited. We engaged in a little small talk and it was all going smoothly till the universe decided to spoil it all for me. At the corner I could see Grey with his supposed date! I felt myself get sick with anger and jealousy and sadness all intertwined with the strength of the mate pull. It was intoxicating. It seemed like Grey sensed me as well because he began to look around frantically. Soon we locked eyes. Those electric seconds were intense and so many words could be read from our looks. He looked away and continued with his date, intensifying his efforts to frustrate me.

"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.”

I saw a flash of anger in his usually gentle eyes. "You're not a nuisance. You're special." He muttered I chuckled awkwardly at his unexpected show of anger. But soon, I felt a discomfort crawl up my spine, as I observed the intense expression on Aiden's face. His blue eyes were dark, almost stormy. It was jealousy, a raw and unrestrained jealousy that I had never seen in him before. I felt an uneasy silence settle between us. The carefree reunion had suddenly turned into an awkward meeting. I was taken aback, not knowing how to react.

Lethal. I took a slow sip, letting the fire burn down my throat. "It was adequate," I replied, matching his tone, aiming for casual indifference. "The company was pleasant." He finally turned. Slowly. Deliberately. The controlled mask was still in place, but beneath it, a fissure ran deep. His eyes, those fathomless blue depths, were no longer icy. They were the dark heart of a blizzard, swirling with fury, jealousy, and a terrifying, predatory intensity. They raked over me, from my damp hair, styled carefully after the cafe to my simple sweater, searching, dissecting, looking for the scent of betrayal, the flush of another man's attention.