Jealous Eyes Novels & Stories

But did she look at him and imagine him doing to her what I was? And there I went being jealous again. Green eyes flashing and everything. I just couldn’t help it. When it came to Cali, I couldn’t fucking help it. “Eyes on me if you want to cum baby.” She didn’t even hesitate, her forehead lowered to mine. Her lips parted as each breath rushed over my face like a ragged little wind.

"Are you okay ma'am?" Startled, Jewel turned her gaze upward, meeting the eyes of a tall, broad-shouldered man who had materialized before her. Time seemed to stand still as their eyes met. The man's eyes were an enchanting shade of sea green, sparkling like the sunlit ocean on a clear summer day. Recognition flickered in Jewel's eyes as she realized that she had seen those captivating eyes before. They were etched in her memory. Memories of the numerous times she had gazed into those eyes resurfaced in her mind.

Satisfied seeing Leon from afar. Leon’s face flushed red. His eyes stared at us sharply, as if wanting to burn us both. His jaw clenched, the hand holding his champagne glass trembled slightly. I could see the veins in his neck bulging from anger. He was jealous. Truly jealous. And that made a small, wicked satisfaction rise in my chest.

His Stormy eyes were filled with fire, hatred, resentment, guilt, and last but not the least bitterness. And if I have to Combine all those feelings in one word than it would be, Jealousy. Carlos Vincent was jealous. He was that jealous of that made up character that he could easily burn this room down with just the look in his eye. Damn Celine! You are in trouble. Xx__xX

I don’t know if it was due to Leo sensing the uneasiness in my stomach or he felt my body tense as my hand reminded interlocked with his, but after he addressed the crowd of what he knew and demanded those involved step forward, his face turned to me where my eyes were still holding the eye contact of another. Jealously seemed to pour from Leo like a stream due to my eyes rested upon another man’s, his hand reaching forward and grasping my chin, I finally, looked away from this man’s eyes and looked into that of my mates. The blues of his eyes deep with jealousy and anger, his breathing fast and his body seeming to tower over me allowed another gulp to fall down my throat.

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

Leonardo inquired. "What?" "Describe your face, your body, your hair, everything about you." "Why, sir?" "Angela, I'm blind, but I still have a vivid imagination. When we talk, I want to see your face in my head. " Angela smiled. "OK, I have bulging eyes, a funnel nose, curly hair, I'm fat, I have puffy lips; in short, I have an ugly face," Angela said proudly. "OK, you can go now."

the look in those eyes had the intention to kill. What happened to 'pure in heart' and 'meekness like a dove'? Her wolf was large like any normal wolf but was richly brown and in that moment of terror, it was beautiful. Her eyes were blood lust, I was already certain of Emma's death. She had such pretty eyes and her scent was stronger. It was hard to miss it, that was the scent of jealousy. "If they weren't there, you would have had to go through the stress of saving her-"

Jealousy is a drug that makes the coldest of men turn into a senseless Hothead.~ A.Gupta Violet “And it would be in your best fucking interest if you step back right this second.” My lips parted in a silent gasp as I met Cole’s furious whisky eyes. He glared at me for a moment before he turned that cold gaze on the man standing in front of me, Kevin.

Her eyes remained fixed on the floor, avoiding Mirabel's gaze, as she struggled to regain her composure. Meanwhile, Mirabel's eyes watched her with a subtle blend of understanding and empathy, her expression softening ever so slightly. But Jezebel was too consumed by her own emotions to acknowledge the gentle gesture, her mind still simmering with resentment and doubt. The tension between them was palpable, a delicate dance of emotions waiting to be addressed.