Insecurity Jealousy Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

My wolf, who’s been purring in satisfaction ever since Kieran let me keep my hand on his back, rears up with a low, vicious snarl that echoes in my skull. No. Ours. He is OURS. He screamed my name. He came apart in my mouth. He belongs to ME. That one is a threat. Remove him. The jealousy is instant, visceral, and it’s a taste I’ve never known. It’s bitter as bile. It’s a poison. I’m not just angry, I’m feeling insecure. The feeling is so alien I almost choke on it. Me. Alexei Basov. Insecure. Kieran’s laugh, a soft, genuine sound, cuts through my haze. "You haven't changed a bit, Eli. Still casing the room for valuables?"

"You told me you're jealous of her when you're drunk, she's a very sweet person-" "Wow, tell me how many days you have dated my sis. A week am I right? I'm watching her grow up from a girl to woman till now. And I really don't think you are in a position to say how good my sister is! I really don't want to explain it to you but still listen. I'm not jealous of my sister. I'm just insecure about myself. Jealousy and insecurity are a lot different from each other. I admire my sis, I wanted to be as good as her which I couldn't be. I just hate when someone compares me with other's, while pointing out my defects. That's it. I love my sister more than anything. I would appreciate it if you don't

“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 never thought I'd say this, but your jealousy is hot. It bothers you that I may have been with her." She drew in a slow breath and exhaled. "Jealousy is not hot. It's a cover up for lack of confidence." Which she'd never had before. How unbecoming. And all over a ten second glance from halfway across the room. "I don't know what's wrong with me." For all she knew, Veronica was happily married. Or a lesbian. Or asexual.

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.

She muttered, wrinkling her chin. "It's not stupid. I'm glad you said it out instead of keeping it to yourself." He answered kindly. Alexandra's brows raised in pleasant surprise. "You don't think of me as an insecure woman?" Everyone is insecure about something, and he wouldn't dare to judge her for that. Whenever she loses her rationality, it was his job to be the voice of reason and vice versa. "It's normal to get jealous. But don't let that jealousy get you. OK?"

“Am I being ridiculous? You’re the one who literally liked her picture. The one in the bikini. At the pool. That I was at!” My voice was shrill and I hated how I sounded, but I couldn't fucking ignore the hot, acidic jealousy in my gut. “It’s a fucking like, Stephanie! It doesn’t mean anything! God, you’re so insecure.” Insecure. The word was a match to the gasoline inside me. “I’m insecure because my boyfriend can’t keep his fucking eyes in his head for five seconds? Yeah, it must be me.” “You know what?” he snarled, the car swerving slightly as he jerked the wheel. “I am so fucking done with this. You want to be a crazy bitch? Be a crazy bitch. Get out.”

I never thought that jealousy struck me this damn bad again. . c.m. louden

I suddenly heard a loud thud at my window side like something fell in. “Gigi” i called out. “Ouch,my leg,i didn’t know it was so hard to climb in through the window” She said and sat on my bed. “What are you doing here?” “To talk to you,for some reason,i can’t seem to be away from you” “Because you are in love with me” I said and she scoffed. “If you know that,why are you always jealous?” “Jackson’s not a good guy” “Am not talking only about Jackson,am talking about other guys,you feel so insecure about little things.

“Love, you can’t be jealous of your own sister, can you?” Instead of feeling embarrassed about it, he responded proudly, “Anything or anyone that makes you worry about them more than me makes me jealous.” Angeline was rendered speechless by this. He was the king of jealousy. His gaze appeared hurt like a sad little puppy when he saw how non-understanding her reaction was. “You don’t care about me.” Angeline felt so accused. “I’m more innocent than the Central Park Five.” “Then tell me how you worry about me?” Angeline lowered her long lashes as she blinked. They were like a butterfly’s wings gently tapping on the leaves. It could attract the attention of all the flowers surrounding it.