Jealous Eyes Novels & Stories

He just stood still, his cold eyes fixed on me. My thighs clamped instinctively at the way his eyes bore into me, building the pressure deeper. The air kissed my skin, making it harder for me to breathe. His eyes dragged across my body until they stopped at the very place I felt it burn. My nipples twitched underneath my dress, turning razor sharp. I suppressed a swallow, recognizing the look in his eyes immediately. I knew that look— it was not the protective look from fathers or guardians to their daughters. It was one born from jealousy and desire.

And those pale gray eyes of hers slowly clouding with a soft orange haze — mesmerizing. Sometimes I think she doesn’t even realize how beautiful she truly is. The security guys at my company sure noticed right away, though. I’ve seen how my cocky men turn all polite and flirty whenever she’s around. The moment she walks past them, they start drooling and staring at her curves. I can’t even describe how furious that makes me — my fists clench automatically. I’ve caught myself wanting to fire them all on the spot so they’d stop getting distracted from their damn jobs. Could it really be jealousy?

But it’s not just anger that I see in his eyes. Jealousy. Raw, ugly, and unmistakable. Well, whatcha jealous for, cheater??! I feel a little warmth blossom in my chest at the thought of having this effect on him. This...this effect where he's becoming obsessed with the idea of me.

she praises. I shift my attention to her. Her eyes are still disconcerting. “You are looking at me,” she comments. “Your eyes are beautiful.” She grins. “I guess beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.” My smile disappears when Kissa screams Theo’s name again. I grimace and I wanted so much to enter their tent and tell them to stop, even if I know that I have no right. “If you are jealous, why not move further away from this place if you don’t want to hear them?”

Jacks eyes travel up and down her body without shame and I find I’m clenching my fists in response. “He fucking dares to look at my Mate like that!” Zeus roars. He starts to fight me for control. He wants to shift right now and claw Jacks eyes from his head to stop his roaming eyes.

Ever. I liked her eyes being on me, liked the way they stayed on me. I wanted her to focus all of her attention on me. She took a gulp, and I felt a little bit jealous of the spittle that was going inside her. Because it would be with her always. Then I felt so fucked up, after the thought of that. How could I even be jealous of a freaking spittle? It was absolutely insane and a stunningly stupid thing to think about.

His serious face hovered over mine as his ten fingers pinched and pulled at my cheeks, stretching them into every ridiculous shape imaginable. “Mmph... What jealousy... I’m not... I’m not jealous. Why would I even be— Ow! That hurts!” I yelped, “Miles Wynn, stop it! Why should I be jealous? Mmph... why—” He narrowed his eyes, and behind the lenses, those deep irises took on a dangerous gleam.

He is still smirking at me, his eyes crinkling. Those grey eyes were clear and capable of enticing the other person. I also admit that his eyes are charming, but I am only captivated by Lance’s mesmerizing eyes. "You seem interested in the woman I like. Are you jealous?" ‘Jealous?’ This word pulls me out of my daze. I pout and shoot back, "Why would I be jealous?" He laughs softly and walks out. It is only then that I realize the elevator has arrived at the ground floor.

Amata said as she shook her head before taking a bottle of water from Marcus who had been standing beside Elana. “What’s wrong with you? Do you know what people will start to say when they see that your eyes are pitch black?” Elana asked angrily but in a low tone to avoid attracting attention. “Elana. Why are you always jealous of me?” Amaya said as she pouted her mouth making Marcus shake his head as to, it seemed that Amaya had already learned Leila’s ways of dealing with people. “Me?” Elana asked with a scoff. “Why should I be jealous of you? What do you have so that I can be jealous of you, Amaya?” Elana asked as she dragged Amaya’s me sarcastically.

All three pairs of eyes looked at him as he began climbing down the stairs but his eyes were on me alone. Images from our shared passionate touches flooded my mind and when Angel finally gets to the base the tension grew twice more. He stood beside Lola, acknowledging her with just a look and she looks at him blinking her eyes suspiciously. She nods slightly as her gaze fell on me. A knowing look clouding it. I felt so guilty and couldn't look at her now so I watched Angel instead seeing his eyes moved down to my interlocked hand with Alfred. His entire expression clouds with severe jealousy that made me gasp, worried that he would take actions about it.