How To Make Her Jealous Novels & Stories

[Hannah] Kevin’s dismissive remark stung Hannah’s pride. In her mind, she imagined what would happen if she actually tried to flirt with Kevin. For example, pretending to kiss him or hugging him from behind. Just to test his reaction. She narrowed her eyes at Kevin, attempting what she thought was a seductive look. “What are you doing? That’s scary. You look like you’re planning a murder attempt.” Hannah snorted. Apparently, her sex appeal really didn’t work.

“You cannot let yourself be distracted. Not now.” “I’m not distracted,” I said quickly. “I just… I don’t like fucking… other people…” She let out a slow sigh, leaning back. “You don’t have to sleep with anyone. You just have to make him jealous. Push his buttons. Make him mad, get a reaction.” I frowned. “And how am I supposed to do that?” She smiled. And it wasn’t a friendly smile. It was the kind that made me wary, that made me wonder exactly what she was planning. “We get married,” she said simply.

and left with a smirk on his face with a blushing Liza in his trail. Jonathan looked at the blush forming on Liza's face and had an urgent need to punch Steve. Liza was standing beside him with a stunned expression on her face. The soft smile that spread on Liza's face was beautiful something he hadn't seen since he had met her again but knowing that the reason behind it was Steve was his own personal hell. He had heard them flirting and had heard when Steve had smoothly asked her out. He had pretended to be looking around so that Liza couldn't see the look of absolute fury on his face. His knuckles were white from forming hands into fists and his rage was barely controlled. Jealousy seeped

She will still talk to him at the end, couples fight. An idea popped into my head as I opened my mouth in awe!!! "How about we make her jealous?" I suggested.

"I respect your dedication to the one you love. I might not look like it, but I am a bit of a romantic myself. Besides, we are friends now, aren't we? So, I'll help you." With that, she shrugged her shoulders, and I sighed with relief. "So, what do you plan to do?" "The first step is to make her jealous?" As soon as she said that, I instantly protected her. "No! That will hate me even more. Before, a gap was created between her and me because…" "Hep! Stop right there, Alpha Kylian. You don't know how a woman thinks. I do! Trust me, it will work. Besides, are your tactics even working?"

Her eyes scanned the list, and with a small, satisfied smile, she drew two firm checkmarks: ✔️ #GetTheSuperstarAttention ✔️ #GetHimCurious The first two steps were complete. He had looked. He had lingered. He had messaged. And now, it was time for the third move. The one that would twist the knife. She wrote it slowly, deliberately, like a spell she was casting: #MakeTheSuperstarJealous This one would be harder. Riskier. Because it meant involving someone else. Someone real. Someone who could make Charles feel what she had felt when he looked at her like she was nothing.

"She really is blind." "She is." He took a sideways peek at her. "She even married a scumbag." "That sucks." Her brows scrunched into a frown. "Hey, I have an idea." He immediately knew that he would not like it. "What?" "Let her know that you are getting married. Then she will realize what she missed. Once we get divorced, she might just ditch her scumbag and jump into your arms." She smiled, almost applauding herself at her excellent idea. He would do that if it could work. But how the hell was he supposed to make her jealous of herself?

The assistant let out a sharp cry and looked anxiously at Milton. "Mr. Jenning, Mrs. Jenning just had a skin graft. Now she's suffering from severe burns again…" Because Rita had intentionally burned her arm, Milton had dragged me onto the operating table and forced me to undergo surgery to make up for it. At the memory, a sharp cramp shot through my lower abdomen. The doctors who had been fawning over Rita sneered. "You're defending her this much—what, got some shady relationship going on?" "She brought this on herself. Throwing tantrums and threatening suicide over some love rivalry with Ms. Atkinson—everyone knows the Jenning family's wife is vicious."

I looked down. "I just wanted to tell you that I am with you no matter what. I have considered you as a friend and I am ready to help you in any case, even if you want to make brother jealous." "Jealous?" I looked up at him. "Yes," he nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "If he could bring his lover home, then the least you could do is make him jealous. And the best way to do that is by getting close to another man. It might make him realize his true feelings for you."

"Tell me the full plan about this club thingy. Why do we have to go to the club? How is it going to help my situation?" "Well, my pretty summer child." She patted the top of my head which earned her a murderous glare that she completely ignored. "If you did read any of the romance books I've been begging you for a millennia to read -" "Those things are just porn in written form." She ignored me. "You'd know that the best way to get a man to act is by making him jealous. If this doesn't work, you can rest assured that the prof doesn't want your freckled ass."