Jealous Synonym Novels & Stories

She was everything I wasn't. And me? I was the girl with a blind and dull right eye. People flinched when they looked into it. There was no security camera in that corner, so I took the blame. Even my own mother looked at me with disgust. "Sienna, she's your sister. How could you hate her so much?"

How much did she hear before she spoke and alerted us to her conscious state? “How are you feeling little one?” Zander leans over her, cups her cheek in his hand and plants a soft kiss on her sweet, full lips. Heat rises up my spine and my neck feels like it’s on fire. So this is what jealousy feels like. I expected something different , like my vision to go blurry, isn’t that what jealousy is meant to feel like? “No, you are thinking of rage. Blind rage. It’s a common turn of phrase.” Liberty’s voice sounds in my head. I would have though she said it out loud, it was that clear, however her lips didn’t move.

I was jealous! For the first time in a long time, I was feeling something and wasn't good. It was better to feel nothing at all. Jealousy is like a self imposed burden. I couldn't get it to stop. It was like a pot of boiling blood inside my veins. I was jealous of Jared's relationship with his wife; I was jealous of his wife; I was jealous of Sophia.

I laughed out loudly, pointing at Cadell. His face came swollen in rage, as he pointed back in his defense, saying, “I am not jealous of that donkey! Cadell doesn’t get jealous! It’s the ladies job to be jealous when they see me with another lady! And you better start practicing because you’ll be seeing me with a lot of hot sexy goddesses soon!” “Ah, keep living the dream, Jealous Cadell,” I teased, walking pass him. He glared at me with his red face, as I cat walked ahead, composing a song with the word ‘Jealousy’ to piss him off.

Others agreed. “I wish he would take me with him! I wouldn't mind one night with him!” What the!? I felt ridiculed. Why is everyone so eager to warm his bed!? As if you didn't have a wet dream yourself? My subconscious mind taunted me, making me roll my eyes. Their words stirred a feeling of jealousy in my heart, and I rolled my eyes. Seriously? Why am I being jealous? “Is he here to find a mate?” “I wonder who that would be?”

German; their smile and laughter froze-a snapshot of perfection, a perfect moment that now mocked him, taunted him, reminding him of what might slip away. Adrian's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed in concern, at the pang of jealousy that seemed to pierce his heart, a sharp dagger thrust into his chest, its blade twisting and turning, causing a deep and painful wound. The mere thought of whether Jenny was dating Mr. German, slipping between his fingers as the sand in the glass does, grain slipping, irretrievable, forever lost, left him wondering, his mind reeling with thought and emotion. He was jealous, he confessed to himself, the admission being bitter in his mouth, as some sour lemon whos

“I have the money to do so. Why not? Unless you’re jealous.” Jealous? The word seemed to echo in the room, reverberating in the walls and floors, crawling up my skin as if taunting me. Was I jealous? My wolf, still dormant, offered no insight, and I felt strangely alone. The room seemed to close in on me, and it was as if the walls themselves were asking the same question: Are you jealous, Ella? “Jealous?” I finally managed to scoff, keeping my voice as neutral as possible. “Why would I be jealous of you taking a pointless vacation?”

"Jealousy is a potent indicator of a woman's true feelings." "Jealousy?" I asked, perplexed. "You want me to make her jealous? How?" Vigo explained his plan, and the memory of that conversation resurfaced within me. I absentmindedly touched the marks on my neck, a mischievous smirk tugging at my lips. My warriors couldn't hide their amusement as they watched me search for greenfield snails along the riverbank. These snails were known to create fake hickeys, a perfect tool to incite jealousy in a lover. They teased me with their eyes, silently acknowledging the intent behind my actions. However, they respected me enough not to vocalize their amusement. That's one thing I appreciated about my

Really, there was no reason to feel that way, but for some reason, a green monster had formed inside Lacey. Jealousy. It was a fickle feeling that occurred upon seeing another person with the things we wanted. Lacey didn’t try to deny it either. She was jealous that another woman got to experience what she wanted. It was hard to stop herself from looking at their table so often. Jonathan’s back was to her so he hadn’t noticed her yet, but Lacey met his date’s eyes a couple times. Lacey wasn’t sure what expression was on her face every time she looked over, but it couldn’t have been a pleasant one, judging by the way Jonathan’s date reacted.

This woman is clearly showing she is jealous. "You sound jealous." She gritted her teeth and made a fist to hit him, he bent over to protect himself. "I'm not jealous okay? I'm just... I don't like seeing her with you. At least I prefer someone else." "Yes ma'am, you truly don't sound jealous. You just don't like seeing me with her. It's better to associate with other girls." He repeated using her words. "What other girls! Don't make me mad right now! I'm still mad at you for lying to me and you want to add to your sentence? You arrogant man!"