Jealous Lyrics Nick Jonas Novels & Stories

“How I found out is none of your business!” Nick gave a slow, mocking smile and drawled, “Wendy, are you jealous?” Though phrased as a question, his tone left no room for denial. Jealous? What a joke. “Not at all.” I narrowed my eyes. “Nick, you’re not even my mate. We haven’t completed the bond! Why would I be jealous? You can flirt with whoever you want, surround yourself with beautiful women—what’s that got to do with me?” Suddenly, Nick’s mood shifted.

“Admit that laughing with that guy was just a pathetic attempt to get my attention. You crave this—me cornering you, taunting you, making you feel alive. Without me, you’re just a boring little artist hiding in her sketchbook. But with me? You’re on fire. Burning up inside.” I yanked my wrist free, shoving him back with all my strength. He stumbled a step, surprise flashing in his eyes, but the jealousy still simmered there, hot and unchecked. “You’re wrong,” I spat, my voice steadier now. “I don’t crave you. I pity you. Jealous over nothing? That’s sad, Nolan. Really sad. Maybe if you weren’t such an asshole, you wouldn’t have to worry about guys like Ethan talking to me.”

She whispered, pressing even harder, her hand resting at the top of his crotch, "I'm afraid I'm getting a little jealous." "What's more…" Her hand slid up and down with the smallest movements, a small bulge had formed,"I don't even know the nature of your job, how can my mind be at rest if you aren't honest with me." She withdrew immediately with an innocent pout and sipped her drink. It took Nicholas a second or two to snap out of his self induced trance, his lust had doubled over the past ten seconds. "Did you dress like this to make me jealous because you are angry?" He questioned which Isadora didn't answer.

I asked. He smiled at me sheepishly. Then he stepped forward and put his arms around my waist. “Yes. I recently found out that I’m an extremely jealous and possessive guy. The other day, at Rhythemes, I wanted to rip out the throats of the guys who were eyeing you with interest.” “I thought you were extremely confident of yourself, Nicholas Atkins.” I laughed. “I thought so too. But you…” He paused for a moment. “I don’t think anyone will ever be worthy of you. I just consider myself lucky to be the one holding you right now.”

Elena’s POV: My jaw dropped, and the words couldn't come out of my mouth. “What? Jealous of what?” I asked, chuckling lightly and trying to shake it off. Nicklaus smiled and bit his lower lips. “Jealous because other ladies would see your husband’s sexy body?” He asked, his voice filled with sarcasm. I scoffed, fixing my gaze back at him. “Why would I be jealous? Does it look like I am jealous?” I asked, crossing my arms on my chest.

Her hand wrapped too easily around Rafael’s arm, fingers curling in as though she belonged there. Jonas froze mid-step. His breath hitched, chest tightening with something that felt dangerously close to panic. His gaze zeroed in on the way she pressed her chest deliberately against Rafael’s arm, her laugh too loud, too rehearsed. Jonas’s stomach churned as he watched her fingers trail a little too long, a little too possessively. Jealousy hit him like a punch to the gut. His eyes dropped to his own chest, remembering how Rafael’s hands had touched him hours earlier, the quiet desperation in their movements, the whispered promises spoken against skin. And now… this?

Jasper laughed, "Jealousy is such a bastard sometimes.” “I wasn’t jealous.” I defended myself. “That’s what jealous guys say when they deny it.” Jasper continues to tease before sipping his juice. “I am not.” I answered again. “You’re so obvious, you know?” Jasper continues. “You weren’t really jealous?” Lucius questions. "No." I said plainly. "We know that look Milo," Rowan smirks. "Let's just get this next song over with." I spilled out. They chuckle at me as they continued to focus more on the songs for the album.

“Well if you must know, our parents are already aware of our relationship and they are in full support of it. So you can't really do anything.” Jonas' face fell and I saw anger flash in his eyes for a moment. His eyes went to Jane again and I felt like scratching his eyes out. How dare he look at my Jane? My sweet and beautiful Jane. She's mine. “I'm not going to lie, she's very beautiful and sexy too. I'm sure she has a sweet pussy for you to be clingy to her like a leech.” Jonas said while licking his lips. “When you're done with her, pass her over to me. I'm sure you don't mind.”

"Jones is a flirt just like I am and he doesn't want commitment. He dates girls just for fun and after having sex with them, he dumps them because he doesn't have sex twice with the same woman. I wasn't supposed to tell you this but you look really confident and you trust him a lot." Nick stated. Jubilee was finding it hard to believe what Nick had just said. "No, don't believe him. He's only trying to make you doubt and hate Jones. It's all a lie." She assured herself in her head. "I don't believe you Nick." She huffed and crossed her legs. "Has Jones slept with you?" Nick asked plainly. "Nick!" Jubilee yelled as she blushed deep shades of red. Her cheeks had gone red including her ears, sh

"Jordan's Mom? Or Dad? Or just a lover?" Jonas looked surprised at my question, only for a moment, then he shook his head. "No," he answered. "It means you don't belong to anyone and no one has the right to be jealous or for you to feel guilty for betraying them," I answered quickly. Jonas was stunned to hear my answer. I think he was about to say something else, opened his mouth to speak, but I silenced him with a kiss.