Jealous Gif Novels & Stories

REBECCA "Well, I would describe jealousy as a wave. It crashes into your heart with a mix of emotions. Anger and sadness. Most of the time, it's not a pleasant feeling, but it hurts. Right here," she said, placing her hand over her heart. "It hurts. Your chest tightens, and it feels like you can't breathe. Sometimes you might feel like crying or becoming so furious that you want to resort to violence, like punching someone in the face. I can't exactly put it into words, but it's quite overwhelming."

She said with a serious expression and Kelly almost choked on her laughter. *Pffffffff* Xavier covered his mouth to hold back his laughter... "It's not funny!" She mumbled with a cold face.. "You look beautiful when you're jealous." He flicked her forehead earning a glare from her.... "I'm not jealous!" She denied... How can she get Jealous over someone so easily? Kelly could only watch the couple banter and shook her head... Crazy couple.... Was the only thing that appeared in her mind... "Yes you're, love..." He winked seductively at her..

It is such a good feeling to be relaxed in front of a guy. We order another meal, and this time, he eats with me. Jeff is just a simple guy and he is not stingy with his personal information. While we are having fun, I vaguely see Dmitri’s image standing at the entrance of the hotel. He seems upset while on his phone. Our eyes meet, but I pretend not to see him, instead, I fake my laugh even if what Jeff’s saying is not funny at all. I just want to make him feel jealous, I want to make him feel what I exactly feel whenever I came to know about his little secret sex with other women.

The third time—when her gaze lingered just a second too long, I felt something snap. Jealousy is an ugly thing. It doesn’t announce itself politely. It doesn’t wait to be understood. It hits fast, sharp, and without regard for context or reason. And it doesn’t care how old you are or how disciplined you’ve trained yourself to be. All it cares about is possession.

"So, what you've been indifferent to me these days is that you're jealous , aren't you?" Aaron's mood is much better. The little woman still cares about him. She is jealous of Yvette Hill. " If I had eaten every one of them, I would have been killed by myself." "Be jealous if you are jealous. If you hide something, I won't laugh at you. Besides, it's not normal for women to like you because you and I are so excellent." Aaron 's mouth picked up a smug smile, turned his head to one side, haughtily held his chin to Ada Wood,

Elias stiffly explained. "Then spending a while together is also considered a teenager. I talked to my husband before that he didn't know what to be jealous of." Jeju doesn't like Saki's composure when she talks about the past. "So is it better to be jealous or not to be jealous. My wife doesn't show any signs of it either." Elias said that he didn't see Vera's bad expression, and he wasn't sure if her mood was related to him or the man sitting across from him, which he didn't know.

"You two are cute." "What? I'm cute. He's not," I complained to Gia. With my size, cute? It could be okay, but she gave the same praise to my friend and they have just met. I'm sure it's harmless, but why do I feel jealous? I've never been jealous before. Not to anyone. Especially not to my best friend. Gia gave me a stern look. Her eyes were telling me to behave and be nice to my friend. *** GIA I DON'T KNOW what's going on with JL but he is acting very possessive. He was like that before his friend came, more so when he arrived. They act like children when they argue.

Maria fell silent. She knew her jealousy had crossed the line. Hailey’s car was the exact model she wanted, but her husband refused to let her get it. Secretly, she slapped herself and thought, “Ugh, why did I have to get jealous? It’s just a car, no big deal! If I cannot travel abroad next month, wouldn’t that result in me losing face in the eyes of my closest friends? She paced back and forth in her room.”

“But I’ll admit it’s sexy watching you get jealous.” “Not jealous.” “You get pissed when I mention other men. That’s the definition of jealous.”

“But for some reason, I can’t ignore her.” In the guest room, Giselle was still awake. Her phone lay beside her pillow, the screen now dark. She turned to the side, staring at the closed door. Images of Leon and Qiara haunted her again. Her hand clenched atop the blanket. “Why am I jealous?” she muttered. “He’s not really my husband. Just a contract.” But the words weren’t enough to calm her. Her chest still ached. She pulled the blanket over her head, forcing herself to sleep.