Im Jealous Im Over Jealous Novels & Stories

no it's a very BIG stretch. Besides, I'm not someone who needs to be jealous. That was all in the past and this is the present. Whatever he did back then has nothing to do with me as long as he doesn't repeat it now. So why....why do I feel so down? 'Admit it...You're jealous...!' My subconsciousness piped in. I bit the inside of my cheek. Am I really? "Did you just ask me if I'm jealous?" I kept my face stoic, despite how much his words troubled me. "When have you ever seen me jealous? I do not feel such things."

“Maybe I’m jealous of how easy it is for her. She doesn’t care who she hurts, what people think. She just… does what she wants.” Ace pushed off the desk and took a slow step closer. “You could do that too, you know.” I looked up. “No, I couldn’t.” “Why not?” “Because I care.” He stopped a few feet away, his gaze fixed on me. “Yeah. That’s your problem.” The corner of his mouth lifted. I looked away. My fingers twisting in my lap. “You think it’s funny.” “A little,” he admitted. “You’re jealous of my dad. I’m jealous of you being jealous of my dad. We’re a disaster.”

But my reflection doesn't listen. Because the truth is staring back at me. I'm jealous. Painfully, ridiculously jealous. And the worst part? I'm not sure how much longer I can pretend I'm not.

My fingers clenched around the phone until my knuckles turned pale. That image burned itself into my mind, refusing to leave. I zoomed in, even though I didn’t know why. Maybe I wanted to prove something to myself. Maybe I wanted to torture myself with the proof that she could still smile like that — for someone else. My throat felt dry. My pulse was steady, but it hurt. I let out a short, bitter laugh. “Ridiculous.” I wasn’t jealous. I couldn’t be jealous. Jealousy was for fools — for weak, pathetic men who let emotions control them. And I wasn’t that man.

I said, my voice teasing, my smile growing as I tilted my head, watching her reaction. Her eyes snapped to mine, her face reddening, her voice sharp. “I’m not jealous!” she said, her arms crossing over her chest, her lips pursing in defiance. “Oh, you’re jealous,” I said, my laugh louder, my eyes glinting as I leaned closer, my voice playful. “Come on, Isabella. You’re jealous as hell. Admit it.” She glared, her eyes narrowing, her voice stubborn. “I’m not—” She stopped, her shoulders slumping, her gaze dropping as she sighed, her voice soft. “Fine. I’m jealous. Happy now?”

"Even in death, you're still trying to steal my man? Clearly, skinning you and blowing you up wasn't cruel enough." "Go to hell with your little bastard!" I shut my eyes and calmed myself. Quietly, I preserved every text and waited—for the storm that was sure to come.

“Are you jealous?” Those words sent flames all over my body. I turned to him, my voice trembling. “Don’t reduce what I’m feeling right now to just jealousy. It’s more than that. It’s anger and hurt.”

“I have Alpha blood, Amara. I would have my own consorts, right?” Something disgusting crawls inside of me that had me blinking rapidly. It wasn’t quick like something that just passes, it wasn’t a fleeting emotion. It was big, and heavy, and whatever it was made me feel angry. I wasn’t stupid, I knew it was jealousy. Only jealousy would make you feel angry and insecure at the same time. It was one of those things that you couldn’t control but at the same time is one of those things that you can hide for so long until it eats you whole.

I spatted with short breath, trying so hard not to sound I was fucking jealous just the thought na may kasama na namang mga babae ito. Mas lalo pang uminit ang ulo ko when this time, an exhausted full smile plastered in his face saka ito yumukod sa harapan ko, taking my balled hands on top of my lap. "I didn't know you are the jealous type, Ms. Javier." That made me glared at him more when he uttered that with amused voice. "I am not jealous!" Mabilis pa sa tongue-twister na sagot ko rito. "But you are. Pinagseselosan mo ang mga babaeng 'yon when you don't have to. May kailangan lang akong asikasuhin kaya natagalan ang pagdalaw ko rito."

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?