Inside Out 2 Jealousy Novels & Stories

LUNA POV Standing in the kitchen of our small apartment, I watched as my boyfriend cuddled with his childhood best friend, Maya, on the couch. They laughed and ate popcorn while I worked myself to the bone, preparing breakfast before the road trip. I began to feel jealous—my chest hurting. I should be the one in his arms, not her. The intensity of my jealousy grew as the plate I was holding slipped from my hand and smashed on the floor. That got my boyfriend’s attention. Liam, still holding Maya, turned his head toward the kitchen and said sarcastically,

Forbidden Pleasures Twisted Guardian 11 Surrender The thick, agonizing tension inside the sprawling penthouse had gradually become entirely unbearable for my raw nerves. For three long, agonizing days, Leo had walked through the rooms like a cold, silent shadow, his dark presence completely filling the space even when he didn't utter a single syllable. Marcus Hale had continued to send occasional text messages of gentle concern to my phone, and each little notification that lit up the screen only made the atmosphere in the apartment significantly worse. Every single time the device buzzed or illuminated the glass coffee table, I could physically feel Leo’s intense, burning gaze locking onto

with that she left the room Claus then caught up with her and took her hand in his " I'm not gonna live you alone with him" " you are very insecure despite your confident behaviour, is this how you try to cover your insecurities?" " I'm not insecure " " but you also believe I'll live you for him which basically means you subconsciously acknowledge him as better than you " " I will never acknowledge him as better than me and I'm not insecure" " then is that jealousy?" silence " well jealousy is basically also insecurity, the insecurity of not having what the other party has, in your case my attention"

I think jealousy was killing me deep inside, especially when I noticed she was enjoying herself with him. What a f**ck*ng shit! My blood boils through my veins, like I wanted to punch that guy so hard. Being jealous is my damn weakness and I have nothing to do about it. My mood was totally ruined so I pulled Bridgette closer to me and kissed her. I kissed her out of annoyance. I became very impulsive without realizing what would be the possible consequence of my action. All I know is that I'm f*ck*ng jealous of Jeyah and that f*ck*ng guy!

The venom in her voice is hidden under a veneer of charm, but I hear it. I feel it. And for a moment, I genuinely want to claw her eyes out. I force a weak smile and let her lead me outside like a broken doll. The driver opens the door without a word, and I slip inside the carriage, hands shaking. I don’t breathe until the door shuts and the wheels start turning. And then I crack. I shove down the rising heat in my chest, the jealousy burning through me like acid. I don’t even know what bothers me more.

Reese and Josh were as close as I’d once been with him, but seeing them together, so at ease, while I was trapped in this cycle of trials and mistakes, hit me like a punch. Jennifer kept talking, her voice a background hum, but I wasn’t listening anymore. My eyes were fixed on Reese, on the curve of her smile, the way she adjusted Josh’s coat. It was just friendship, but jealousy didn’t care about the truth. “Elliot, are you listening?” Jennifer asked, louder, but I was already moving, leaving her mid-sentence. “Elliot!” she called, but I ignored her, crossing the lobby with quick strides, the damp London chill hitting my face as I stepped outside.

Maria fell silent. She knew her jealousy had crossed the line. Hailey’s car was the exact model she wanted, but her husband refused to let her get it. Secretly, she slapped herself and thought, “Ugh, why did I have to get jealous? It’s just a car, no big deal! If I cannot travel abroad next month, wouldn’t that result in me losing face in the eyes of my closest friends? She paced back and forth in her room.”

The words tumbled out, and with each one, she seemed to grow more thrilled at having found a weak spot to exploit. "Emily, when you were all lovey-dovey with Charles, did you ever spare a thought for Jeffrey, the guy you wrecked? " I gave her a sympathetic look. "A nasty mother-in-law with issues, a husband who can't step up and falls short. Well, if that's your cup of tea, they're all yours. Just keep them from messing with anyone else's life, okay?" I was about to walk away when I caught sight of Charles leaning against a column.

Alli stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat. She didn't blink, didn't move, holding her breath until her lungs burned and her head swam. Inside, her insides twistedinto a hard, tight knot of something hot and ugly. It wasn't heartbreak—not exactly, not yet. It was something messier, something more primal. It was the choking, humiliating twist of jealousy, sharp enough to make her want to smash a beer bottle against the wall, scream until her throat was raw and bleeding, and then