Jealous Friendships Novels & Stories

“ I'm speechless. ” “ You know Mira, sometimes I find myself being jealous of the friendship between Joseph and yourself. It's too beautiful to be true. ” “ You think so? ” “ I don't just think so! I know so! ” “ Ah! But I think our friendship is just like any normal one out there. ” “ It's far from being just normal, girl. ” “ Didn't realize. ” “ Um. Your relationship made me remember a book titled Depressed ; love yourself. How close the female lead was to her brother. They were closer than married couples! ”

"Damn. So what are you going to do about it?" "I don't know. She's human." Kendrick sounded so mournful. "Very." "Fragile." "And not in on the secret." "She's stubborn." "Strong." "Sexy." "We're screwed." More heartfelt words, he'd never uttered. If they both tried to claim her, would they frighten her off? Could one claim her and hope the other walked away? Would jealousy over a woman finally tear their friendship apart? Or could they both have her? Sharing. One woman, one life, with his best friend as his rival for his mate's heart.

They're partners in every sense of the word. A twinge pulls at my chest but I ignore it. Just like I've been doing for the past year around them. Some would say it's jealousy. And they would be wrong. I'm only genuinely happy for my friends. "I like how you just announce your cravings out into the world, hoping someone will listen and serve you," I tease her.

“W-what do you mean?” “Maureen and I have been best friends since we were children. We had just each other back then. We were raised solely by our nannies because our parents were usually preoccupied with their business, that’s why we misinterpreted it and assumed it was love. But as time passed, we realized that we didn’t romantically love each other. My feelings for you are uncontrollable and can be described as a sacrifice, whereas friendship can be described as trust.” She looked at him at the last thing he said. “T-then, you were saying that whatever you have right now is just purely friendship? That I have nothing to be jealous of?”

"Hudson Blake, I'm just worried about my best friend. Why do you have to be so jealous all the time?" Her question prompted me to reflect. Why, indeed? I wasn't always like this. Jealousy was foreign to me. I never desired to own or control anything or anyone. Except Aceia. Despite our frequent disagreements, being with her brought me an unusual sense of peace. I couldn't comprehend the changes within me. All I knew was that it wasn't healthy. I struggled to control my emotions, especially when she was nearby.

"Control your jealousy, Kallie. We can't exactly afford to rip someone's head off. That would end my reign before it even begins. Look around. The room is full of vultures waiting for me to fall so they can tear me apart." She huffed loudly. "Fine... I'll control my jealousy. But I never forget. If he so much as looks at another woman the wrong way... I swear I'll cut his dick off afterward." I laughed. "If he actually does that... I'll help you. And we'll make it look like an accident." "Deal. See? That's why we're best friends. You're every bit as much of a sociopath as I am." Shaking my head with a smile, I watched her lazily disappear into the depths of my mind.

They were a total mess last night. I have to admit, I felt a bit jealous that he was hanging out with another she-wolf instead of spending time with me. But it was not really a romantic kind of jealousy. It was that kind of jealousy friends feel when one of them starts hanging out more with someone else. It felt like I was being pushed to the side. I could not really explain it since I had only had two best friends in my life. Yeah, it was definitely jealousy, and I knew I should not feel that way, but I could not help it.

"We were roommates. Business partners. We—" "We were nothing. We were never friends." I step closer. Make him look at me. "Friends don't destroy each other's companies out of jealousy. Friends don't sabotage each other's lives because they can't stand competition. You were never my friend, Julian. You were an obstacle I had to route around." He flinches. "That's not—" "It is. You want to know what friendship means? It means loyalty. Trust. Not stabbing someone in the back the second they threaten your ego." I glance across the room at Esmeralda. She's watching us. "But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

When you lost your job and had no money to go home for Christmas, I gave you five thousand dollars without a second thought. "After you got married, I lent you money 220 times." I tapped Dylan's chest with my hand. My voice was hoarse. "Your sacrifices count, but mine do not?" Dylan swallowed and pressed his lips together. After a long while, he said lightly, "Why count so carefully between best friends?" I had nothing to say. He was the one who started counting. But when he realized I had given more than he had, and he could no longer use our old friendship to guilt me, he did not like it anymore.

Obviously they’re good enough friends if Vasilisa trusted Olya to get in touch with me that night. As my chest heaved painfully, I slowed to fast paced walking and wrapped my arms around myself. You know she doesn’t love you like I do. The notification bore a hole in the back of my head, and I fought like hell to shake it. Who confesses their feelings to a taken person like that? Their friendship was starting to make less and less sense, and I didn’t like it. I’m not a particularly jealous person by nature, but I was quickly realizing that wasn’t the case as far as Vasha was concerned. I was very jealous, and the thought of someone trying to come between what we had brought on feelings I was