Inside Out 2 Jealousy Novels & Stories

Slyvia took advantage of the opportunity to rub it in my face at every chance she got and they wouldn’t do anything about it, no matter how much I complained about how unfairly I was being treated. I found myself consumed by insecurities as I compared myself to Slyvia, wondering why I was being treated unfairly when I had done nothing wrong. My jealousy seemed to be taking hold, distorting my feelings and fueling a cycle of negativity around me. It was becoming difficult for me to escape the grip of jealousy that I felt whenever she saw Slyvia with them. It was clear that I was getting trapped in a web of toxic emotions and I wanted out before I would be forced to resort to excessive violenc

Her mind was elsewhere: at the bar the night before, on the image of Jaston leaning over the counter, laughing with a curly-haired brunette in red lipstick who touched his arm as if she already had the right. She hadn’t said anything at the time. Just finished her drink, left money on the table, and walked out. But the image burned in the back of her mind—a raw, unexpected jealousy that caught her off guard. Hellen wasn’t jealous. Or at least she never had been. Not until Jaston. Her phone buzzed in the holder. A message from him. “Already left work?” She typed quickly without stopping the car. “Heading to the underground parking. 5 minutes.”

The questions swirled with her nausea, making her head pound with unbearable pressure. Outside the dining hall, hidden in the shadowed alcove of the grand hallway, Isabel stood motionless, her lithe body pressed against the cold marble wall. She had overheard every single word Elias’s innocent “new mommy” curiosity, Adrian’s possessive declarations, Cecilia’s broken pleas, the way his voice softened only for the boy before hardening again into obsession. Her hands clenched into tight fists, perfectly manicured nails digging deep into her palms until warm blood trickled down her wrists. White-hot jealousy surged through her veins like liquid fire, scorching away any remaining restraint.

Orrin’s arm slid around her waist, pulling her closer, and my vision narrowed to that point of contact. His hand, possessive and sure, rested against the curve of her hip, and I felt a surge of jealousy so raw that it nearly choked me. I was supposed to be angry at Aurora, supposed to be reeling from the slap, from the cameras, from the public humiliation that would tank Smith Innovations’ already crumbling reputation. But all I could think about was smacking Orrin’s hand off her, tearing him away from the woman I’d once had and lost. The realization hit me like a second slap: I was jealous.

Right now, you two are blinded by the jealousy for one another that you can't even see what's right in front of you. Jayla and Jasmine turned to her, their eyes ablaze with anger, but Jade didn't back down. "We all have been lied to," she continued, her voice shaking with emotion. "By the same man. But Inside, we are fighting over each other; we should focus our attention on him. We should be confronting him, rather than tearing each other apart.

I know I'm possessive, that's just how I am but you can't blame me what's mine is mine, you can look but not touch, but I never in my entire life knew jealousy like this. I felt my insides burning with anger. Or maybe it was the alcohol.I don't know what it was but I wanted moving more than to pull every single person that got near Jennifer and yell at them that she's mine. She was mine. It literally got to the point where I wanted to pull everyone's eyes out so they would stop starring at Jennifer with such lustful look. And the fact that she was slowly swinging her hips and dancing all sexual and shit didn't help the case because I was one of the people staring at her with lustful eyes.

My jealousy couples with my regret, and it takes everything inside of me not to call out to Hugh and stop him. Instead, I coil my hands into tight fists and burn on the inside.

"I'll break down at the party, you know I'm really jealous of you. You can tame, Thomas but me? I'm sorry, Ingrid." "He's kind that I trust him. I forgot that he had a life. I was so dependent when it comes to him. Especially when I've found out that I'm pregnant." her voice stutter. I stared while shaking. My brain can barely process everything at all. All I want is to end her, I don’t want to hear everything. It was as if I was drowning in my own knife, because as time went on the pain subsided because of my sigh. "I didn't mean to say bad things to you. But jealousy drives me, you're a threat on me. You easilly caught, Thomas attention!"

“Because I needed air.” He took a slow step forward. “And yet you’re still breathless.” “I’m going inside.” “Don’t. You’ll ruin your makeup with all that steam pouring out of your ears.” “Go flirt with your silicone date.” “Jealous?” “Of her ass implants? Please.” He laughed. “You’re hot when you’re mean.” I glared. “You’re insufferable when you breathe.” “Don’t dwell on that jealousy, sweetheart. It doesn’t suit you.”

Something is happening to me. Something strange, and I don’t like it. I have never felt an emotion called jealousy before and right now, that’s what I’m feeling. Jealousy. I’m at Oceanside and Suites private beach, dressed in a one-piece white beach wear that brings out my curves and accentuates my breasts. I came out here to escape this strange feeling of jealousy that I’m feeling right now all because I found out Aimee and Dominique have slept with each other before and Aimee is just throwing it at my face to make me mad and she’s succeeding.