Inside Out 2 Jealousy Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic act, he was blatantly showing off his interest to that scrawny girl—totally pissing his guts off. Fuck! What did he see in that flimsy prawn, she look like shit! He's much prettier than her and that would cause them to fight and he'll get broken—totally broken and. Fuck! I'm much better than that prawn! He grit his teeth realizing that his jealousy was creeping into his spine which totally caught him off guard.

Nicole started talking about a different topic, but as soon his eyes landed on the entrance of the restaurant and saw who just came in… he cannot even hear anything else but the hard beating inside his chest. It was Sophia… with another man. ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ Navier already knows the feeling of jealousy. Every ounce of that green vile inside him—he knows it well and he knows that it is poisonous beyond compare. He said that jealousy is not Nicole’s best suit, but neither is it to him. He placed men in his own version of hell whenever he felt jealous of them because of Angela. In fact, he can simply kill any man he felt jealous of. But this… this jealousy he feels right now is a tenfold of

And then she had gone to lunch with my uncle at one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. The anger that moved through me was immediate and hot and I recognized, somewhere underneath it, that it was not the simple clean anger of a man whose wife had lied to him. It was more complicated than that and the complication was the thing making it burn hotter. It was jealousy. Real, genuine, completely inconvenient jealousy — the kind that told you something you hadn't wanted to know about yourself, because you could only be jealous of something you wanted, and I had spent two years telling myself and everyone else that I did not want my own wife.

“My princess… I thought I’d lost you. Never scare me like that again.” Jalen remained frozen near the window, silent but intense. His jealousy toward Jude was detectable, yet he looked relieved. The room brimmed with layered emotions—gratitude, guilt, unspoken tensions, and unbreakable bonds. I looked past everyone, my gaze locking onto him. With all the strength I could muster, I whispered, “Jalen…” The single word hung in the air like a lifeline. His head snapped up, eyes meeting mine. In that moment, the jealousy melted. He crossed the room in two strides, before sitting beside me on the bed and clutched my other hand.

The touch was innocent, born from shared pain, but it sent a spark of extreme jealousy through Jax that ignited like gasoline on fire. Jax’s eyes burned with possessive rage as he watched Elara comfort the man who had been both ally and rival. The recording’s implications hung heavy in the air, but Jax’s jealousy overshadowed everything else, turning the moment into something dangerous and charged. The inside job had fractured their trust completely, leaving them all raw and exposed in ways that made every interaction feel like walking through a minefield.

It wasn't Karen who came but the person I saw outside the door was even more annoying. "What do you need?" I asked her in a seriously bad mood. My blood boiled when I remembered that I saw them together with Phil twice inside the mall. Even though I told myself that I have no right to be jealous, I still can't stop feeling jealous. Of course, I'm only human. Has a heart and feelings so I know how to be hurt and feel jealous.

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?

Alvin muttered under his breath, his voice low and bitter, each word laced with the heat of his jealousy. The question echoed in his mind, filling him with a sense of frustration and helplessness that he couldn’t shake. His pulse quickened, the steady thump of his heartbeat growing erratic as the jealousy tightened its grip on him. Every fiber of his being bristled with the emotions he had kept buried for so long, and now, watching Patricia laugh so effortlessly with Caleb, those feelings surged to the surface, impossible to ignore.

"Well. That’s a first." Ingrid doesn’t move. She should. She should look away, should turn, should pretend this doesn’t mean anything. But she doesn’t. Because she knows it does. My fucking young adult is jealous of a lady almost twice her age, over a man who's exactly twice her age. And she hates that bitter Truth she can't hide from herself, if she can to anyone else. I watch her, trying to read the flickers of emotion beneath the carefully controlled exterior. There's another emotion she's trying to hide aside Jealousy. Is it anger? Embarrassment? Something else?

Frustration welled up inside her as she questioned Axel's loyalty and commitment. "What's wrong with this loser... Can't he see how much I'm trying?" Her inner thoughts seethed with anger and resentment. "Still, he's running behind her... bloody slut." The bitterness of her inner dialogue reflected the depth of Jennie's jealousy and insecurity, Jennie's jealousy and determination reached a boiling point, she resolved to take drastic measures to ensure Axel's permanent commitment to her. With a cold determination, she decided that today would be the day she would finally have him, no matter the cost.