Jalousie Novels & Stories

She groaned and he was done playing around. "We can flirt later. Rip those damn jeans off before I do it for you," he barked at her as he walked to the door and slipped the flimsy lock into place. Marc pulled his shirt over his head and started to work on his jeans as he stopped dead in his tracks. Lisa finished taking off her clothes and turned to face him. The crimson bra and panty set she wore was nothing more than lace, and covered so little that it was a shame if she had spent any money on it. The vision of her caused his lungs to contract as he tried to remember how to breathe.

In James room. He was in the hotel scrolling through I* since he thought Tiana was sleeping.He dropped his phone feeling sleepy only to hear a knock on his door. He checked the time seeing it was already past 11pm. He stood up in annoyance, "It better not be room service." He opened the door only to reveal a dark skinned woman with big dark brown eyes wearing a pink silky robe which was loose revealing her cleavage. She gave him a flirtatious smile holding a bottle of wine.

She knew I was allergic, but she'd set them right in the center of the living room, impossible to ignore. I couldn't stop coughing, the itching in my throat relentless, until I finally tossed the lilies in the trash. Just then, Hector walked in, his face darkening with anger. "What's your problem? Emma brought you those flowers to show she cares, and this is how you respond?" Emma quickly stepped in, feigning concern. "Hector, don't be so harsh on her." "Sienna doesn't like them? Then throw them out," she said with a sympathetic smile. "She just lost a baby; it's normal to be a bit sensitive."

They captured me for a moment before I quickly looked back at the road. “If you would like, I can help you with German. Miss St. James said you were looking into German?” “I…really? You know German?” The pure speculation in her tone made me laugh. I nodded though, turning down the street needed to head East to the pack house. “I do. Alles hat ein Ende, nur die Wurst hat zwei.” Winter’s brow furrowed for a moment. “Everything has…something about sausages? What?” Throwing my head back, I laughed again. “Close. ‘Everything has an end, only the sausage has two’.”

When they passed a shop specializing in antiques, Jolie suddenly stopped, covered her nose, and made a disgusted face: "Sister, there's a really bad smell inside—like... like old clothes that haven't been washed in years." Amelia's eyes deepened. She saw the shop too; from the outside, there was nothing unusual, but Jolie's reaction was strange. Amelia gently approached the shop entrance and indeed smelled a faint odor—a mix of mildew and dust that ordinary people wouldn't notice unless they sniffed carefully.

Maybe, something that would further enhance our night, I guessed. My eyes moved round the room, not sure of what I was looking for exactly but I was lost in admiration of his minimalist bedroom. The stark white, minimalist furnishing of the living room was in sync with it's modern architecture, with teal coloured cushions. What was breath-taking was the glass wall facing the back door which gave a beautiful view of the outside world.

King Azalea decided to sleep in one of the twin's room. He didn't know who owned it. Of course the picture was there but they were both strikingly alike. He couldn't even tell who was who from the picture. Sure there was a huge Louis Vuitton sticker on the wardrobe. He opened it to find a whole collection of that brand. Was that how high the obsession was. From lingeries to trousers, joggers, t-shirts, gowns, blazers, skirts, sneakers, everything.

It had been converted into three huge loft/condos, and Jase’s was on the top floor. “Wow,” I whispered as I took in the space. “This place is amazing.” Exposed brick, hardwood floors, everything was open. Except for the two bedrooms and three bathrooms. There was also an office off the great room with French doors letting light in. “I like it,” he said, dropping our bags on the floor. “Close to the barn and the club… close to restaurants. Everything I need within walking distance.” “I love it.” He grinned, closing the distance between us, and kissing me quickly. “Gonna fuck you now.”

I hate everything about the house. Except for the sunroom. Anja calls it the solarium, because sunroom is apparently not the correct fancy word for it. It's enclosed in glass on the rooftop, like a greenhouse, filled with tropical leafy plants and lots of chairs for sitting. Anja says it makes her allergies crazy. But I love it.

Joy. The room is bare. The only thing in here is the bed, the walls are all white and there are no windows. The only thing missing is the padding on the walls to give it the real, authentic horror asylum feeling. There is nothing about this room that’s not making my skin crawl right now.