Im Jealous Im Over Jealous Novels & Stories

I was jealous! For the first time in a long time, I was feeling something and wasn't good. It was better to feel nothing at all. Jealousy is like a self imposed burden. I couldn't get it to stop. It was like a pot of boiling blood inside my veins. I was jealous of Jared's relationship with his wife; I was jealous of his wife; I was jealous of Sophia.

Pure jealousy. Maybe it shouldn’t but those words send a jolt of satisfaction through me. As fucked up as it may be, it feels nice to have the mean girls jealous of something I have. First time in my life anyone’s ever wanted anything I had other than money. Well, not something I have, I correct myself. Jealous of who they think I’m with. I’m still having to remind myself that this entire thing is a farce. I suck in a shaky breath and start scrolling with a determination to maybe accept the positive things and compliments that people are showering on me.

“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!”

This sour and bitter feeling churning nonstop in my chest is making me want to destroy something. I don't go to bed. Instead I turn around and pretend to be thirsty. Sneaking glances at my husband and Jo the motherfucker, I volunteer to wash the dishes, something I've never done before. I bet Jo and Alessio are sleeping together or have slept together. Hold on. Am I jealous? Over someone I just met three weeks ago? Yes, I'm fucking jealous and it doesn't feel right. I want to slap myself and knock my head on the wall. What's wrong with me?

She was afraid that, at some point, I would end up showing my love to someone else behind her back. So, she deliberately sought out Ian. She'd deliberately behaved intimately with him, picking him up on rainy days and taking photo after photo with him. She wanted to see me get jealous. She wanted me to get angry and have a fit, going berserk because of her. Only then did she feel loved, cared for, and seen. She'd think to herself, "See? That proves how much he cares about me." That gave her a twisted sense of satisfaction, making her feel secure.

Your arrogance I will erode until it's not left, you will only be a bitch for me! Fuck! Why am I so jealous? This isn't normal.

This is getting too hot for me to watch. Whoever said Jealousy is a bitch is so right. Jealousy is really a bitch that would fuck up your mind and rile up your whole body.

-L Possessive? Lia, you’re turning into one of those jealous mates we read about. -S. Stop! Don’t make me feel worse. I’ve never been like this before! I don’t get jealous. But today? I was fuming. -L Okay, okay, but this is kind of hilarious. Are you jealous? Over the guys, you swore annoyed you. This is a peak drama. -S It’s not funny, Simone! I just felt... off. Like, seeing them with those girls made me want to step in and—ugh—I don’t even know. -L

"Damn it." I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white under the strain. The bitter taste of jealousy tainted my tongue as I recalled the countless instances where Jayden had stolen the spotlight, effortlessly captivating the attention of our pack and even our parents. It was as if I was always living in his shadow, forever cast aside, deemed unworthy.

When she gasped, I said with disdain, “You’d better stop with this jealousy bit or I’m going to have to ask him to leave.” She lifted her chin in defiance. “I’m not jealous.” “The hell you aren’t,” I bellowed, “and it’s not only ridiculous, but it’s hurtful and insulting. You’re supposed to be my best friend. For crying out loud, we’re like sisters. Why would you be jealous of me or even think that I’d try to take a guy from you.”