Im Jealous Im Over Jealous Novels & Stories

She was everything I wasn't. And me? I was the girl with a blind and dull right eye. People flinched when they looked into it. There was no security camera in that corner, so I took the blame. Even my own mother looked at me with disgust. "Sienna, she's your sister. How could you hate her so much?"

I, however, just gave a tight smile in response, before looking away so fast, it was a miracle my neck didn’t snap. But I could have sworn that just before I pulled my near neck-snapping stunt, I caught the look of confusion that crossed his face. And honestly, he wasn’t the only confused one here. Since my revelation of a week ago; you know, the one about how I may or may not have been going down the jealous Jane road, many things didn’t make sense to me anymore. Like, why would I even be jealous in the first place? And what did that jealousy mean? It didn’t help that Juliette’s jealousy over Veronica was because of her then love for Mike. So, then I loved Hawk? Ok, that was just crazy

REBECCA "Well, I would describe jealousy as a wave. It crashes into your heart with a mix of emotions. Anger and sadness. Most of the time, it's not a pleasant feeling, but it hurts. Right here," she said, placing her hand over her heart. "It hurts. Your chest tightens, and it feels like you can't breathe. Sometimes you might feel like crying or becoming so furious that you want to resort to violence, like punching someone in the face. I can't exactly put it into words, but it's quite overwhelming."

"I hate it when my cousins tease me by touching you, by calling you baby. I'm the only one who's supposed to call you that, to touch you. I'm that selfish." She stood there, frozen, clearly not expecting my outburst. "Now that it's out, let me repeat it." I leaned in close and held both of her shoulders. "I. Am. Jealous. Did you get that?" She swallowed hard, nodding her head quickly. "Y-- yes," she stammered. I smirked. "That's my good girl."

Her most recent post sent a pang of pain into my chest. "Picking out gifts is always a joy, especially when you're doing it with someone special." It was published ten minutes ago. As I put down my phone, I could feel my stomach churning. "Elena," Ethan suddenly called out to me. "The breakfast will go cold soon if you don't get to it." I nodded stiffly but couldn't bring myself to eat anything. I wanted to break our mate bond there and then. I wanted to run away from that suffocating room, run away from the relationship that had been a mistake from the start.

Ford says. “I. Am. Not. Jealous,” I tell him. Who the hell am I trying to kid? Of course I’m jealous. I am so fucking jealous that even I don’t get it. I want to storm over to her and pull her away from there by the hand and push her up against a wall and feel under that dress of hers.

asked Jacob grinning down at me " are you going sweet on me now ?" My body jerked and I snapped at him , eyes narrowed " I'm not jealous . Your reasoning is totally absurd , do I found the entire girls going starry eyed near you , catering to your each and every need and fawning all over you , like you are more important than their next heartbeat completely stupid and unrealistic just because you can throw a football a little more archaic than others ? Yes but I'm not jealous over your varsity girl or any other girl that you spend your nights with because you are nothing to me "

I would do him a favor by not appearing before him during this happy celebration. ‘You’re the best brother ever!’ Misa’s words keep echoing in my mind. My heart sank as a realization struck me like an arrow. This...feeling...it’s jealousy, isn’t it? I’m jealous of a freaking kid who is such a cute child and brimming with innocence. But I’m the problem here. Not Misa...not Yu….not even Luca. I am such an idiot. Feeling jealous over a kid and my own future stepbrother. My throat feels dry all of the sudden and I head back to the counter. I spot one man drinking by himself, his cheeks painted red with intoxication.

I… I am… Jealous? Indeed, the fact that this situation that involves a third person who comes in between Jamie and I, who is actually good looking and just nice enough to be a dude, which gender Jamie prefers, interrupting our peaceful night, is the main reason to trigger the negativity in my frame of mind, but to say that I am jealous of him? Oh please, I said I am just feeling frustrated and unjust for Jamie’s behavior, didn’t I? I was just feeling… I was just… I was…

I'm the only one for her. That little slip-up instantly filled me with bitterness. The food suddenly tastes sour. It was like I was devouring an abomination. I dropped the fork and massaged my forehead to calm the throbbing pain. I was overreacting, I tried to tell myself that but I couldn't. What if it's true? What am I going to do? I don't want it to come to the stage where my jealousy would force my hand. I don't want to lose her.