Is Being Jealous A Sin Novels & Stories

“Moaning our names while you played with that needy little pussy right next to your husband.” Cane smirked, palming the huge bulge in his sweatpants. “Your body is fucking sinful, sweetheart. Those heavy tits, that soft belly, that fat ass… made for real men to worship. Not whatever the hell Seth is doing to you.” Heat flooded my core again. My nipples stiffened visibly against the thin fabric. I pulled the covers up to my chest, shame burning my face. “This is wrong,” I whispered, voice trembling. “I’m a married woman. Your brother’s wife. My family… our faith… this is a sin. I can’t.”

“You are something else. You are an aspiring nun. You shouldn’t even be entertaining people like that. Or any men at all.” “You don’t get to chase away any person that walks up to me.” She said, arguing back, stepping in front of my face. “I can’t protect you from straying away from your path?” I said, trying to argue that I was simply trying to make sure she did not sin, not that I was jealous. “It was never about that.” she threw my argument to the curb, “It’s about you being jealous. You cannot stand the fact that I attract people just as much as you do.” It was an astute observation. One I was not willing to acknowledge as the truth.

"Maybe. But it's more than that. Years of coming in second, and today it finally boiled over." Jax listened without judgment, which was somehow worse. "Sounds rough. Twins, huh. That's a whole extra layer. My brother's my best friend and even we've got our rivalries. Can't imagine sharing a face with mine." He took a sip of his beer. "But jealousy doesn't make you the villain. It makes you human." The words landed harder than I expected. Human, maybe. But what I'd done last night felt like something worse than jealousy, seducing my sister's fiancé, letting him believe I was her.

“Well, you're wrong, Alessandro! I don't care about you or your dick” “Says the woman who fights her maid. If you don't care then why do you fight Amara? Why do you feel the need to assert your position and authority in my life as my wife? Admit it, you're greedy and you want me all to yourself”. I said while nibbling on her earlobe. “That's because what you're doing with Amara is wrong! It's a sin! You should be ashamed of yourself! The two of you nasty sinners!”

“Okay, will you please explain where this is coming from? Tell me what’s going on with you, because I don’t get it. Are you jealous?” “Damn right I am! Yes, I’m jealous, and I know you’ll say I don’t have the right because we’re just banging each other anyway. Maybe for you, it’s nothing. We’re just having sex, and I’m stupid for letting myself sin with you even though I know I’ll be the one hurting in the end. But yeah, I’m jealous... insanely jealous, and I can’t stop thinking you might be cheating!” She almost shouted, still trying to hold back the tears.

She is being abused and I am the cause of it. I don't like whatever is happening to her, but at the same time, I am not helping her. I didn't want all this to happen to her. But it's not like I can do anything about it. Because right now, I am the puppet in someone's story and they are using the strings to move, however, they want. This is not what I wanted, I wanted to be loved. Not someone's story villain. And definitely not Iris's. No wonder jealousy is one of the seven sins.

"The Goddess gives each wolf one mate. One. Not three. When bonds are shared like this, it creates imbalance." "We didn't choose this." "Maybe not. But you can choose what you do about it." Looking at her, I asked, "What are you saying?" "I'm saying your jealousy isn't weakness. It's instinct. Your possessiveness isn't wrong. Have you thought about the future? Really thought about it? Children. When she gets pregnant—and she will—whose child will it be?" The question hit hard. I hadn't let myself think about it. Hadn't let myself imagine—

I asked, confused with what shame has to do with being jealous. “Yes, shame. Don’t you have any shame for yourself? You’re jealous of a woman being with your mate who wants nothing to do with you. Isn’t that pathetic?” he asks, shocking me with his cruel words. He’s intentionally making me feel worse about being jealous of another woman. What kind of mate says these types of things? He’s supposed to tell me there’s nothing to worry. Instead he calls me pathetic. “Why would you say something like that?” I ask, feeling my voice shake. I can feel the tears building in my eyes, but I hold them in. It’s bad enough Scarlett believes he’ll make her his Queen and now this.

’ I quickly approach them, catching this whore red-handed cheating on me. They seemed to be scared to see me, well it's good cos they better be! *** Yes, jealousy was a feeling of an envious resentment that happened when our soulmate showed an attraction to someone else. It’s the unproven prejudice that could lead into harmful consequences, especially if our lover was truly innocent.

“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.