Jealous Synonym Mga Nobela at Kwento

“And since I’m neither of those things, you don’t have any claim over me. Which makes all these irritating actions you keep showing… completely pointless.” And, suddenly, he took a slow step forward, closing just enough distance for his presence to press a little harder into the space between us. “If I told you that I don’t like seeing you with other men especially low-ranked ones, would that change anything?” His stare didn’t waver. “Like I said, I only get mad because I’m seeing how easily you’re able to be comfortable with others. And I thought, I was the only one you were like that with.” “Jealousy,” he said next. “Can show up in different ways, whether it’s toward your mate, your friend

“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.”

This is getting too hot for me to watch. Whoever said Jealousy is a bitch is so right. Jealousy is really a bitch that would fuck up your mind and rile up your whole body.

Not with him. They looked too comfortable. The laugh came again, light, almost grateful, and something inside me went taut. My hands trembled against my sides. My wolf surged, pressing against my ribs, demanding, restless. MINE. The word wasn’t thought. It was instinct, cutting deep, branding itself into the marrow. Jealousy poured through me like poison. It hollowed my chest, made it hard to breathe. But why!? Why would I be jealous if Riven laughs with another guy?

Ariel asked, making Ernest stop in his tracks. How'd she know that? Ernest thought. "Jealous? What do you mean?" Ernest asked, trying to play dumb, but started walking again. "Jealous, as in anger, insecurity and frustration of someone who has something, or someone you do not have." "Of course not. Why would I be?" Ernest lied.

“You’ve known him for what—days? Weeks? And suddenly he’s the one carrying flowers into your brother’s room while I’m left chasing you down corridors like some… jealous fool?” “Jealous?” Jace seized on the word, eyes glinting. “Are you actually admitting it?” Elias stiffened. “I’m not jealous.” “You are,” Jace said, almost smiling now desperate to relieve the heaviness between them. “You’re jealous of Aiden.” Elias’s eyes narrowed, his entire body coiled with tension. “I’m not jealous,” he repeated firmly, “I’m concerned. There’s a difference.” Jace tilted his head, studying him. “Concerned for me, or concerned that someone else might get close to me?”

I didn't know what to do so I hugged him back by wrapping my hands around his back and patted him. He lifted his head and looked up at me and said, "Why does one feel jealous?" Why did he ask me about this all of a sudden? "Everyone thinks jealousy is similar to being possessive but it's not, instead it is more similar to getting scared of losing the person we like."

“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.”

Even now, he still thought I had nothing better to do than joke around with Mom's life and my own? I held Mom's hand, gently patting the back of it to help her calm down. Her face was pale, her breathing rapid—clearly James's words had upset her tremendously. "I wish I'd never given birth to a son like you!" Marianne's voice trembled as she looked at James with disappointment. "For the sake of a woman, you've stopped believing your own sister and mother. You've truly let me down!" Marianne's words completely enraged James. Humiliated and angry, he shouted, "Mom! How can you say that? When would I ever not care about you?

“Jealous what, please…. your sister knows I can’t possibly be jealous” Angela replied nervously. “Yea, but I also think you are jealous,” Doris replied.