Jealous Lyrics Nick Jonas Novels & Stories

“Kaima, baby, you are getting worked up over nothing. You’re jealous for no reason. Tara doesn’t mean—” The rest of his sentence blurred under how loud my heart was beating in my ears. Jealous. For no reason. He did not just say that to me. I turned fully to him now, rage burning through my veins. “Oh, so now I’m being unreasonable, right? That’s what you are trying to say?” His eyes widened a little, but he didn’t step back. “Baby, you know that’s not what I meant.” “That’s exactly what you meant, Nick. You called my feelings pointless, and you called me jealous. What else am I supposed to think, huh?”

Too well. “ But Jose, that still doesn't mean I'd actually done that. ” “ Maybe, but I do know one thing, a girl who's jealous can do almost anything. ” “ Joseph, you — ” My words were interrupted by his ring tone, which he'd specially used for Vera. It was a song titled, Perfect for me by a Nigeria gospel singer, Moses Bliss. Joseph reached out and picked up the phone from the stand. “ Babe? ” I couldn't stop the pang of pain I felt hearing that. I've heard it more than a dozen times already in the space of two months, yet it still hurt everytime.

I heard him breathe heavily as he spread my legs wider, so that he could definitely see my precious jewel. "Spread your legs wide for me, please." Jonas said, looking at my thing with his lustful eyes. "It smells nice." The next thing I knew, he was fucking my sacred hole with his tongue. Fire intensified inside of me. I can hardly think straight. It feels like I’m in ecstasy that all that I can hear is my moan with his name in my lips. I want to say it out loud, but I’m still too shy about the latter.

Monica pretended she didn't notice Jasmine's distant and cold tone. She asked hurriedly, "Jasmine, are you still mad at me? That night, I was—" "Mrs. Jones, there's no rush for you to explain anything. Take care of Kayla." Jasmine took a deep breath and said calmly, "Besides, Xavier and Kayla's marriage isn't urgent. After all, they're both still young. That's it. I'll talk to you later. I'm busy at the moment." The call ended abruptly.

“Repeat while I fuck you: I am yours. Only yours. I'll never like an ex's photo again. I'll never make you doubt again.” He took a deep breath. “I am yours… only yours…” Hellen pushed deeper. Jaston moaned loudly, a mix of initial pain and intense pleasure. She began to move—slow, deep, angry thrusts. Each entry accompanied by an order: “Repeat.” “I am yours…” Deeper. “Only yours…” Acceleration. “I'll never hurt you with stupid jealousy again…” Jaston was trembling. Tears began to stream from the corners of his eyes—not from pain, but from raw emotion, total surrender. His cock throbbed against the rug, dripping pre-cum.

I gasped, taking a step back. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” I screamed, my voice trembling as I tried to regulate my pounding heart, "How can you act like this? After everything you did the other day, how can you come here and behave like this?! How can you act like you have an ounce of care for me when you already have someone?!” With a sneer, Nicholas taunted, "Are you jealous?" I looked at him and spoke without stuttering, “Yes, I am. And what about you? Why the hell are you here doing that pathetic scene?!”

“For how long are you planning to do that,” I turned around to look at him properly, and his expression was doing exactly what I expected it to be doing, jaw slightly tight, eyes a little too controlled, all the signs of a man who was jealous and had decided to be casual about it and was not fully pulling it off. “Nicholas,” “I am just asking,” “You are jealous,” “Is that what you are calling it now? Don’t I have the right to be?”

Then gulping, Daisy added looking at his beautiful purple eyes which darkened in anger, “Aren’t you overreacting? Why do you care? Are you jealous?” Holding Daisy’s wrist, Nicolas pulled her roughly, almost violently, to him. Pushing her against the wall, Nicolas leaned forward. He was so close that Daisy even could smell the musky scent of him. His hot breath was brushing against her soft pink cheek, making her tremble in anticipation for more. Nicolas’s lips were only inches away from her. Nicolas whispered in his soft breathy tone, “Yes I am. Didn’t you want to hear the truth? Yes, I am jealous.”

His head snapped slightly to the side, his body stumbling back a step from the force. My hand flew straight to my mouth. Oh my God. “Are you crazy?!” Jay’s voice exploded through the room. He was breathing hard, chest rising and falling like he’d run all the way here. His eyes were wild, locked onto Nick with something raw and messy burning inside them. Jealousy. The realization hit me instantly. He was watching. He saw everything. And for a split second—I almost smiled. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Nick snapped, straightening, his hand coming up briefly to his jaw before dropping again. His expression darkened immediately, irritation flashing across his face.

I made my way down the hallway, turned the corner and opened the French door leading to the terrace and took a sit on one of the sofas there before I answered her call. "Hey babe." I waved. "Pregnancy looks good on you babe." Jules remarked. "I'm so jealous right now." I chuckled. "Then get married." "I'm still searching for Mr Right but if I don't find him... can we share yours?" She asked jokingly. "Definitely not." I laughed. "Leonidas Sebastiani is all mine." "So... How's our husband?" She questioned. "Still giving it to you good despite being heavily pregnant?"