Im Jealous Im Over Jealous Novels & Stories

Intense jealousy washed over me. Carmela.

“Are you jealous?” I clicked my tongue in irritation. “I just don’t like incompetent service,” I deadpanned flatly, without a shred of concern for how harsh my words or tone might have sounded

type. And me? I am just… me. Emotional. Clingy. Overthinking everything. I envy her. I really do. She is beautiful. Calm. Loved by everyone. She got the man I loved. Now she has a home. A family. A perfect little girl. And me? I am the one who got left behind. The one who was not chosen. The one who always feels like something is missing. I am jealous. I am insecure. And I am tired of pretending I am not.

Wait a minute, what if I am just overreacting by being angry? “Of course not, Lenora. You are not overreacting in any way. It's normal for mates to become jealous when they get to know that their mates have been with someone else–” “I'm not jealous,” I cut her off. How can she say I was jealous when I just met him? It's not even up to a day. I just hate the fact that the maid had to spell it out to me. She really didn't have to. “Argh!” I gritted my teeth in anger while pulling my hair.

“I..just want to make you jealous…..” “I’m jealous!” He cut me off, getting into my face and staring at me as if he wanted to kill me. “I’m fucking jealous. I’ve never felt this before! You’re driving me fucking insane, Noelle. You’ve provoked my inside demons. You’ve provoked me so fucking badly! No woman has this much power as you have over me! Now, I’m going to punish you for this impact on me!”

Angeline sounded very emotional. "Let Mommy hug you, Jens.” Jenson walked over and embraced Mommy tightly. Jay pulled them apart, sounding extremely jealous. "Now, now, that’s enough, Jens. Don’t be a mommy’s boy or you won’t be able to find a girlfriend.” Jenson, "..." "Daddy, you really need to fix your bad habit of getting jealous so easily.” Jenson did not think that it was a big deal when Daddy got jealous back then, but now that he was jealous even of his own son, Jenson thought that he had truly crossed the line.

It made me want to shake her, to wake her up to the reality of the situation. But no, instead I was stuck here, seething with jealousy and frustration. I couldn't believe I'd let things get to this point. I'd always thought of myself as the calm, rational one, the voice of reason in our little trio. But now...now I was just a mess of emotions, a tangled web of anger and resentment. I paced back and forth across the room, trying to burn off some of the excess energy coursing through my veins. But it was no use. I was stuck in this toxic cycle of thoughts, unable to escape the crushing weight of my own jealousy.

she chuckled and said " you are too cute when you are jealous" I don't know but I started smiling iam no more anger this little girl is really something I asked her " are you not angry with me " she replied "who said iam angry with you dont you know jealousy is sign of true love you had every right to feel jealous because iam yours I belongs to you so you can feel jealous not can you should feel jealous you know what when my cousins are in relationship I noticed their partners possessiveness and jealousy I used to feel when I will get my prince charming to feel jealous and possessive towards me now I got you iam happy why should I be angry with you"

She said calmly. "I'm not jealous!why do you all keep saying that"I scowled. "You are...if you aren't jealous then why does it bother you so much that he's with someone else?"She asked. "I don't know...i...i just...i...." "You see? you're jealous"She beamed. "No I'm not! I'm just angry"I told her. "And why are you angry?" "I don't know...i just hate those sluts"I don't even know who I'm trying to convince,whether it's myself or Zoey.

again in that breathy, submissive way she did. My hand slipped down my stomach almost on instinct, fingers hovering just above my soaked pussy. I was dripping, clit swollen and sensitive. But I stopped myself, curling my fingers into a fist. I didn’t want to touch myself while listening to them. It felt wrong. Dirty in a way that twisted the knife deeper. This jealousy was new and ugly, something I hadn’t prepared for when I started this game. I hated this feeling. I hated how jealous I was of my own mother.