Jealous Synonym Novels & Stories

"Am I the only sensible one here? Look, we are here to talk to you about a plan I've formulated with the help of your rather...jealous mate." He looks right at me as he says that, causing a surge of chills to run down to back. The concept of Shinee being jealous is so strange to me. What does he have to be jealous of? He's Lust, meaning he can get anyone of his choosing with just a twist of his hand. Him being jealous of me and Michael seems absurd. "I'm not jealous. I just don't understand why he has to be here. Hasn't he spent enough years disappointing my mate?" Shinee questions, sitting up.

I was watching love tested in the fire, and both of them wanted it that way. Adrian eased her onto the platform, his hands mapping her body as if memorizing it. Rafael’s eyes followed every movement, as though each touch branded him as much as it did her. “Why do this?” I whispered before I could stop myself. Marco, who’d appeared silently beside me, leaned in just enough for his voice to brush my ear. “Because jealousy and pleasure aren’t opposites. In the right hands, jealousy becomes a tool—it sharpens desire instead of dulling it. You feel the sting, and then you feel the pride. That’s compersion, Monroe.”

Alvin muttered under his breath, his voice low and bitter, each word laced with the heat of his jealousy. The question echoed in his mind, filling him with a sense of frustration and helplessness that he couldn’t shake. His pulse quickened, the steady thump of his heartbeat growing erratic as the jealousy tightened its grip on him. Every fiber of his being bristled with the emotions he had kept buried for so long, and now, watching Patricia laugh so effortlessly with Caleb, those feelings surged to the surface, impossible to ignore.

"Amelia your mine not anyone else's, so how can I be jealous of what is already mine?" "First I'm not an object, and second use the second definition for jealous," "My intention was not to make you feel like an object and still I don't believe or have suspicions that you are attracted to someone else," he corrected "Use possessive," I said and he frowned bitting the inside of his cheek thinking it over, moving my feet into his lap. "I think possessive is the right way to describe my selfish ways," he mumbled looking back to me, his eyes running over my body.

she muttered. “Slowly is still learning,” he said. She dipped her hands back into the trough, letting the cool water slide over her fingers. “You know,” she said softly, “I thought jealousy would feel…stupid. Weak. Like something a teenager does in the back of a hall.” “And?” he asked. “And it does,” she said. “A little. But it also feels…like proof I’m not a symbol. Symbols don’t care who touches them. People do.” He was quiet for a breath. Then: “Then I’m glad,” he said, “you’re jealous.”

The name slid out of her like a sigh, full of longing that made Caelum’s teeth clench. Heat snapped through him, irrational and sharp. Jealousy wasn’t new—demons were born in packs of it—but this felt different. It wasn’t the covetous frustration of seeing power he couldn’t match, or status he’d never reach. It was small, sharp, and particular. He wished she hadn’t said his name like that. He wished he hadn’t heard it. The sound lodged under his breastbone like shrapnel, vibrating every time he drew breath.

Three seconds later, mine buzzes back. 《I’m simply marveling at the lack of standards some people have for their company, Miss Ellis.》 I hide my smile behind my water glass and type: 《you’re not jealous, are you?》 The response takes slightly longer this time, which I find very telling. 《Jealous would require me to consider whatever that is a competition. It is entirely illogical to be jealous of something I am objectively superior to》 I press my lips together against a laugh and look up at the ceiling for a moment and then type:

" I make fun of him. "Nah! I'm not envious; rather, I'm territorial. Jealousy occurs when you desire something that is not yours. Territorial is defending what is already yours, sweety!" he whispered, kissing my neck. "How did you come to know something like that?" Are you certain you're not a womanizer in that line? "I don't believe so." With what he said, I think I reddened from head to toe! It literally rocked me to my core. That was the first time I'd heard it.

"Why will I call that psycho when I'm having a beautiful, hot, sexy, bold and fiesty wife standing in front of me in my shirt?" "Day by day, you're becoming naughty husband," She teased. "For you only, my jaan. Why are you so jealous when I solely belong to you?" "I'm jealous because my husband is sinfully hot and handsome. Every girl wants him. I don't want to share you with anyone. In college, every girls looks you like a piece of meat. It's as if they are ready to eat you any time. I want to kill them for eye raping you with their eagle eyes."