Novel & Cerita Im Jealous Im Over Jealous

Not with him. They looked too comfortable. The laugh came again, light, almost grateful, and something inside me went taut. My hands trembled against my sides. My wolf surged, pressing against my ribs, demanding, restless. MINE. The word wasn’t thought. It was instinct, cutting deep, branding itself into the marrow. Jealousy poured through me like poison. It hollowed my chest, made it hard to breathe. But why!? Why would I be jealous if Riven laughs with another guy?

I can’t recall ever feeling jealous or possessive about Mike. Heartbroken yes, but when I learned he was cheating I didn’t feel envy for Kate, only sorrow for myself and all those wasted years. But I feel jealous now. I feel a possessive fury unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Something raw and primal is building up inside me, and I don’t know how to identify it or reign it in. Is this the pup too? Staking its claim on its father? Or have I lost my mind?

I failed to get rid of the same feeling of jealousy. Why am I jealous?

I trailed off while sitting straight on my seat. "You are really undeniably and obviously jealous of me." I spit. She looked shock. "Excuse me?" "You heard what I said. You're jealous of me to death but you just don't and can't admit it to yourself yet. You're jealous, mean, and really fake. What kind of person would steal another identity just for her own happiness?" I raged. "Why in the world would I be jealous of an ugly cow like you?" "Because you know I'm way better than you. So shut up! Just shut. Up. You insecure bitch! You don't know the truth! You don't know what I'm going through right now so shut the fuck up you asshole!" I yelled at her.

I tried to focus on Carmela’s voice, on the show, on anything else, but their words were stuck in my mind. Shit! Is this what jealousy feels like?

I whispered. He glanced over my shoulder briefly. Then chuckled. “Ah. Them.” “That’s not funny,” I muttered. “It is to me,” he replied lightly. His grip tightened slightly at my waist. Protective. Possessive. “They’re jealous,” he added. That word made my chest tighten. Jealous. Of me? That didn’t feel real. Not when I still felt like an outsider in this world. “Why would they be jealous of me?” I asked quietly. Riven leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice.

I gently took towel from him and began drying his hair, his gaze was burning through my skin “Im sorry I shouldn't have played like that” “I’m jealous” “Huh…..!” I gasped in surprise, cause how did he come up with that when we are saying something important, “I'm jealous cause you look so happy when we are in the water and I suddenly want to become water so I can also make you happy” “Huh, but I've always been happy with you” “Buy you've never smiled at me like that, I'm fucking jealous of that water mama now I want to punch it”

This shouldn't annoy me but somehow it does. "If I was to be jealous, it wouldn't be because of you and a bitch you've slept with more times than you can even remember. She's nothing but a whore and not someone I can even waste my time trying to be jealous of" I sent it to him before I can even rethink it. I stared at the message for several seconds, knowing this sounds very much like I'm jealous, but I'd sent it already and it shows that he's read it.

I think Mum is very mad because I linked Brenda’s action of waiting at the door to a servant’s job but I don’t care. “I am not, and will never be jealous of Brenda,” I say, full of confidence before letting my inner child take over. “What is there to be jealous of? My parents' love or attention or encouragement? I have overgrown all that.” Mum stares at me with her eyes wide open while Brenda sulks like I’m berating her which I badly want to do.

I blinked remembering I have such a jeering creature inside my mind listening to my thoughts like the little peeping Tom he is. “Don't tell me I'm smelling jealousy, Black," he quipped, his tone laced with amusement. "I mean, you literally hate this girl, so it doesn't make sense. Yeah, it is definitely not jealousy." I shot him a withering glare, my irritation mounting with each word. I know what he is trying to do and I hate that it is working. He is getting beneath my skin without trying hard these days. "I am not fucking jealous!" I retorted, my voice dripping with frustration. "I don't like my business partners having such personal relationships with my employees."