Jealous Sign Novels & Stories

"We were business partners. It was strictly professional. Surely you aren't going to be one of those jealous, nagging wives who starts a fight over nothing, are you?" At the word *jealous*, Amanda’s eyebrows shot up. A spark of genuine fire lit her eyes. Just as Joey braced herself for a typical angry outburst, Amanda’s expression suddenly crumpled. she turned to Benjamin with a look of pure, exaggerated grievance. "Hubby," she pouted, her voice trembling. "She’s calling me a jealous nag." Joey: "..." Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. She hadn't seen *that* pivot coming.

“Are you jealous, Ella?” The question was uttered on a new note which sent shivers down her spine. She read the eagerness in his voice, the pulsating triumph, and she sat up angrily. “No,” she denied. “Why on earth would I be jealous? I was just horrified by the way you used your charms to get them to sign a contract.”

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.

I was a sucker for pretty faces. The only reason I agreed to date Isabelle was because she was passable-looking as partner material. It had only been a few days since junior year started when my roommate came over to me and awkwardly said, "Damian, I just spotted your girlfriend getting pretty close to that well-known broke pretty boy by the campus lake." I immediately rolled up my sleeves and rushed toward the lake. From a distance, I saw Isabelle standing very close to a slim young man. But the moment I got a good look at his face, I froze. "Damn! This guy was insanely handsome!" He was so good-looking that even I, as another guy, was jealous. Isabelle frowned and stepped in front of me.

Nadine had known about Brian and Najwa's closeness since high school, so it wouldn't be a big deal for her. "That's enough, dear," Gio pulled Najwa's hand, which was holding onto Brian's. "Ah, you're jealous of Brian. Brian was my first love, Gio," Najwa explained, intentionally trying to make Gio more jealous. "Jealousy is a sign of love, so it's normal for me to be jealous," Gio protested, making Najwa burst into laughter.

“What dangers are you talking about? I thought you said the person that stabbed me fled.” “Yes, I said that, but for caution's sake, we've sent men to man your door in case they return.” “Man, my door? They can't be that dangerous; they are people I know and simply acted out of jealousy. Oh shit, I just let out that I knew who they were. “Oh, now you're opening up, but there's something you need to know about jealousy: it drains the blood, and until it convinces itself there's nothing to be jealous of, it gets rid of all that's in its way; it's like cancer.”

Her thighs clenched at the memory of how he’d taken her hours ago, savage, reverent, like she was both altar and offering. “You’ve been marked,” he said softly. Jolene blinked and sat up, the sheet slipping down to reveal her bare chest. She looked down—and there it was. A symbol had bloomed across the skin just beneath her collarbone black and vivid, like freshly spilled ink. It looked ancient. Circular, demonic. Part flame, part fang. It pulsed faintly with heat, as if still alive. “What the hell is this?” Guriel’s hand came up, tracing it with a single clawed finger. “My claim.”

The silence hung thick in the air. Narsha's lips curved into a faint, almost invisible smile. It wasn't warm. It was something else entirely—a mixture of pity and dry amusement. She asked herself if she was the only one who didn't know that today was World Jealousy Day. If that were the case, it would explain why Dexter and Mira were obsessed with using that word. But why use it against her? “Jealous?” Narsha’s voice was soft, but there was a hint of mockery. “Sir, why do you think I’m jealous?”

“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?”

Being a shield figure for Alfa who was destined by the gods certainly has its advantages, are you sure about this matter or did you hear it directly from someone you can trust or how did you know everything in such great detail? “What you say is true, rose Mary. Every guardian for Alfa who is blessed by God has a signature. The four signs are related to each other, namely the signs of the sun, stars, moon and earth. who can beat us. I have an earth sign, and I don't know what mark Elissa has, but I'm sure Elissa knows that she has a mark on her body."