Is Being Jealous A Sin Novels & Stories

REBECCA "Well, I would describe jealousy as a wave. It crashes into your heart with a mix of emotions. Anger and sadness. Most of the time, it's not a pleasant feeling, but it hurts. Right here," she said, placing her hand over her heart. "It hurts. Your chest tightens, and it feels like you can't breathe. Sometimes you might feel like crying or becoming so furious that you want to resort to violence, like punching someone in the face. I can't exactly put it into words, but it's quite overwhelming."

“What upsets you more Ella, the way I handled last night, or the fact that it happened in the first place?” “What?” I reply, feeling my hackles raise defensively. Surely he’s not suggesting what I think he is. A moment later however, my pulse begins to race as Sinclair repeats his question, this time cutting right to the heart of the matter. “I’m asking: are you angry, or are you jealous?”

“Are you jealous?” Those words sent flames all over my body. I turned to him, my voice trembling. “Don’t reduce what I’m feeling right now to just jealousy. It’s more than that. It’s anger and hurt.”

It was a sensory palace built of silk and skin, designed to keep me from ever looking at the door. ​But as I reached the peak—as the climax began to roar through my veins like a freight train out of control—the darkness in my mind finally fractured. ​The white-hot explosion of the finish should have been the end. But in the white-hot center of that fire, the "Good Sin" turned to bitter ash in my mouth. I saw the flash again. Not the gold silk of the villa, but the vanilla-scented steam of a small, cramped shower. I felt the weight of a woman who didn't need a brother to watch her, a woman who didn't want a "three-fold bond," but a soul-deep, exclusive connection that made this three-way danc

“And since I’m neither of those things, you don’t have any claim over me. Which makes all these irritating actions you keep showing… completely pointless.” And, suddenly, he took a slow step forward, closing just enough distance for his presence to press a little harder into the space between us. “If I told you that I don’t like seeing you with other men especially low-ranked ones, would that change anything?” His stare didn’t waver. “Like I said, I only get mad because I’m seeing how easily you’re able to be comfortable with others. And I thought, I was the only one you were like that with.” “Jealousy,” he said next. “Can show up in different ways, whether it’s toward your mate, your friend

I was a sucker for pretty faces. The only reason I agreed to date Isabelle was because she was passable-looking as partner material. It had only been a few days since junior year started when my roommate came over to me and awkwardly said, "Damian, I just spotted your girlfriend getting pretty close to that well-known broke pretty boy by the campus lake." I immediately rolled up my sleeves and rushed toward the lake. From a distance, I saw Isabelle standing very close to a slim young man. But the moment I got a good look at his face, I froze. "Damn! This guy was insanely handsome!" He was so good-looking that even I, as another guy, was jealous. Isabelle frowned and stepped in front of me.

As she continued talking about this unknown friend of hers, I couldn't bear hearing again, so I shouted. “Why are you telling me all this? You shouldn't be telling all this to me. In fact, everything you want to share with someone, don't share them with me. Go and meet the new friend of yours and tell her everything.” Due to my anger, I didn't notice any odd thing in my voice. If I had looked well, I'd realize what I was saying seems to be out of jealousy. Argh, am I jealous of Mara's new friend? No, it can't be. I refuse to be jealous of someone I've not even seen. Moreover, I and Mara are fighting, so it's unreasonable thinking or being jealous of her friend.

he grumbled. "You don't own me or any part of me. We are not in a relationship of any kind! We're more like friends with benefits. So you should stop claiming parts of me" by the time I finished talking, I knew I had said the wrong words. It felt wrong to him but he had to hear it! I had to tell him, to let him know where we stood. I know I get jealous when I see the battalions of girls that text him, but I'm working on it. I don't own him and he doesn't own me.

Never felt the need to be jealous over another man. I was Hades Sinclair. Jealousy was beneath me, a petty, human emotion. It meant weakness. It meant caring. And I didn’t care about anyone. Women had tried before, parading new lovers in front of me, begging for a reaction I refused to give. I’d just watched them with the same cold amusement I gave everything else in life. And when I was done with them, I walked away without looking back. But Violet… God, Violet was different. I hated the way I felt when another man looked at her. I hated it even more when that man was Roman. My brother.

I want to get angry right now and say bad things to Elijah just to make me feel better. I want to shout at him. I want him to bear the feelings I feel right now. But the question is, will he feel it? I'm not even entirely sure if he loves me. For now, I have to bear this pain alone. But suddenly it occurred to me that I had also sinned Elijah. I slept with another man. I feel I have no right to blame. I feel like I'm angry but withdrawing that right because of the sin I did to Elijah. "Son..." Papa Elias turned to me.