Green Eyed Jealousy Novels & Stories

I felt rage rise in me at his mention of Mother that I was tempted, so tempted to set him on fire instead but I shut my eyes and turned away from him immediately before I made a mistake I would live to regret. The powers buzzed in my fingertips and I released them without hesitation. The scream of fear mixed with awe told me it had been successful, I opened my eyes and the first thing that caught my attention was Helena’s hateful eyes on me glaring with every bit of hate I could detect from her. My eyes went to the clearing before turning back to her and I could understand for the first time, I really could. It was jealousy.

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

I beamed at Hazel while we made it to her parked car. "I still feel like we should have made enquiries from other people." She shrugged, not pleased by my decision at the very least. "Why do I sense jealousy in this game you are trying to play?" I laughed, caring less that she was not happy about my plan at all. "That is your problem." She rolled her eyes, "why would I care that you stayed with someone else? We have never lived together so it really is just your problem to deal with." She shrugged. "Whatever." I teased with rolled eyes.

His eyes were bloodshot,his veins came out visible. She gasped and started shouting. "Fine,I will show you how disgusting I am" he whispered huskily in her ears,making her shiver. His hand went under her and tore her pant. "Don't you see how he stares at you? He will hurt you..." He said, his dark eyes covering lots of emotions. She glared at him. "Are you jealous? Men do stare at me,in fact they drool a lot but don't you think yours is a little disgusting?"

His cold eyes blazed at them, the aura around him is so cold and frightening. He clenches his fist trying to control both the anger and jealousy that were already built up inside of him. No one could stand the dark aura around him, it was so visible. His dark eyes which always hide his feelings weren't able to do so at this moment… Anyone could see vividly the jealousy and anger flaming in his eyes. Something in him urges him to walk up to that man and hit him in the face and then scream at him… 'this is my fucking wife!' He shut his eyes at those thoughts. 'what the fuck is wrong with you Jace!' he screamed in his head. 'Why getting jealous and angry, you shouldn't care right?'

He asked, his green eyes staring directly into my soul. “What would you do if I said yes, I am very jealous of your relationship with your fiancée,” I asked. My pale blue eyes stared into his expectantly, wanting to hear his answer. The expression I saw flash in his eyes gave me a flicker of hope in my heart.

“I wasn’t glaring.” He stopped walking. Turned to face me, amusement glittering in his eyes. “No? Because it sure looked like it. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were jealous.” My pulse stuttered. “Jealous?” I repeated, voice flat. “Yeah,” he drawled, taking a step closer. “You know green eyed monster,that is irrational and possessiveness, the whole thing. Sound familiar?” I locked my jaw, forcing my expression into stone. “You’re imagining things. Nothing of sort happened.”

“And my eyes are always green!” He crossed the room moving towards me cautiously. When he got to me, he grabbed my shoulder and turned me towards the dresser so I could see our reflection in the mirror above it. My jaw dropped. My eyes were still green, but there was a thick gold ring around the iris. I shrugged it off, it didn’t mean anything. “I have a friend whose eyes change color from sky blue to grey depending on her mood,” I rolled my eyes. “And I’m not jealous, I’m angry.” “Why?” he shrugged, “she was just doing her job.”

Starlight shone in her eyes as she suggested, "Then, we'll just hide Daddy's green-eyed monster. He can't get into a fight with Mr. Hoffman if he can't find the monster! Gosh, I'm brilliant, Rowley!" Rowley crouched by the swing and eyed Wanda speechlessly. She was flawless for the most part, but her naivety would be her downfall. He indulgently stroked Wanda's hair, the ends of which brushed against her shoulders, and gave her a wry smile as he explained, "Listen, Wanda. Daddy's green-eyed monster isn't an actual monster. It's another way of describing his jealousy. "And jealousy isn't something you can see, but you feel it in your heart. It's a sour feeling, and you get it when someone els

It doesn't come in colors but waves. Doesn't know reason but desire. Doesn't care the method but the result. Not from Allah but shaytwaan. It is the green-eyed monster. Jealous, envy if you may call it that. It's more about why not mine, why someone else's. Why does someone possess something? Why don’t I? ~Humeyra THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V