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?"

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!"

"My handsome Don is jealous." "I'm not jealous. Jealous is driven by what you couldn't have, possessive is protecting what you have. There's a difference. So, no, little actress. Jealous is not the word to describe what I feel. Because this handsomeness Don of yours is possessive of you." His hand caressing her cheek, his lips just an inch away. He was about to kiss her again, his phone rang. "Answer it." He shook his head. "No, I don't want to."

she reprimanded “Jealousy, yeah? Call it any fucking name you want!.." “And listen, she's not his wife. Sophia isn't his wife but a contracted wife. The romance, the make outs, everything they display when no one is there is annoying me. Romantic moves are only meant to be displayed when people are watching, not secretly!” I continued, feeling my anger increasing. It was as if all the jealousy I'd grown were increasing on their own and turning into hatred.. “Jessica, you're going insane!" Lena exclaimed.

“Don't be jealous. You don't need to be jealous because there are no reasons for you to be jealous.” “But, she's single and unmated.” “And I am taken, and marked by you. Seriously, I find it funny that you're jealous of my cousin. I find it more amusing that my mate was jealous of my relatives.” Adam chuckled when he saw Karen's face turned into crimson. Her eyes widened in disbelief that she hit Adam's belly. “Ouch.” Adam acted like he was in great pain, but in truth, he was teasing her. He felt delighted when Karen told him that she was jealous of his cousin. He didn't even think that Karen might overreact, but he was happy that his mate had feelings for him.