Jealous Eyes Novels & Stories

But the way he sounded made it clear that he was pissed. “I was not looking at anything, I was just watching because you were angry,” Alisha controlled her shivering and stuttering as she spoke, trying her best to get her heartbeat under control due to what was happening and how his eyes were looking at her, as if he was going to drill holes with just the look in his eyes now. “Shouldn't your eyes be on me then, if I was angry? You were clearly watching that motherfucker. Do you think he's more handsome? Is that why you were looking at him?” Alice questioned with jealousy in his eyes and voice.

He asked, his green eyes staring directly into my soul. “What would you do if I said yes, I am very jealous of your relationship with your fiancée,” I asked. My pale blue eyes stared into his expectantly, wanting to hear his answer. The expression I saw flash in his eyes gave me a flicker of hope in my heart.

"Even in death, you're still trying to steal my man? Clearly, skinning you and blowing you up wasn't cruel enough." "Go to hell with your little bastard!" I shut my eyes and calmed myself. Quietly, I preserved every text and waited—for the storm that was sure to come.

Melanie wasn't the most expressive person when it came to me. I was sure now though that I'd been right. All the emotions she kept locked up whenever I was with her were always visible in her eyes. And now her eyes were filled with a mix of annoyance, anger and relief. She was jealous. She tried to hide it by forcing a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. She rolled her eyes when I couldn't hold back my smirk.

It was a little hint of jealousy. "In Fact you're correct. Why? Do you have a problem with that? Is it because he's much better than you?" I folded my hands across my chest. I felt Kaden's amber irises dilate, falling to my chest. I followed his gaze to my chest, where my folded hands made my breasts pop up. I quickly removed my hands. Kaden's eyes had already darkened. Emotions swirled up in his eyes, a mixture of jealousy and primal lust.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

“No. I mean, the eyebrow cues when people show jealousy are the same as the anger cues, obviously, and the mouths are similar. I can see how it’d be easy to mix them up.” “So how’d you read jealousy, then?” Jack asked. “Melanie’s eyes were wrong,” Cordelia said. “They weren’t wide and glaring when she talked about Olivia’s stalker – they were narrowed, like she was focusing on a goal, or something she really, deeply desired.” “You saw her hands?” Jack asked.

It's a visceral, heart-wrenching experience that takes hold of us when we least expect it, and it can transform the brightest of days into the darkest of nights. Jealousy, often referred to as the green-eyed monster, is a complex and powerful emotion. It can strike anyone, anywhere, at any time. It begins as a subtle whisper, a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, and before you know it, it has taken root in your heart, engulfing you in a whirlwind of torment and despair.

Kyle's eyes blazed with intensity, his face inches from mine. His fingers grasped my chin, lifting my head. His eyes burned with intensity, demanding I meet his gaze. "Look at me in the eyes," he commanded. I resisted, turning away. "And why should I?" Kyle's grip tightened, forcing me to face him. Our eyes locked, the tension palpable. "The look on my face," he pressed. "What does it mean?" I shrugged. "How am I supposed to know?" Kyle's expression twisted. "The word jealous... I don't get jealous of people like you," he sneered. "I never found you attractive, and I never will."

A pair of eyes filled with anger, jealousy, annoyance at the door. "Hello the director!"