Jealous Synonym Novels & Stories

Jealousy surged within me, an uncontrollable fire threatening to consume my senses. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I watched them, my mind inundated with irrational thoughts. I wanted to storm into that restaurant, to pull Lyza away from that man and claim her as my own. It pained me to see her with another, even though we had not yet established a formal relationship. The possessiveness within me reared its ugly head, a primal instinct that yearned to mark her as mine. In the depths of my jealousy, I found myself engaging in a heated conversation with myself, my voice tinged with possessiveness and longing.

Jealousy. G****e described jealousy as the feeling or showing an envious resentment of someone or their achievements, possessions, or perceived advantages. I didn't know her nor of her achievements and possessions so there was no way I was jealous even though it took a couple of minutes for them to remember my presence in the room. After they parted from the hug, Niklaus turned to me paving way for me to get a glimpse of Ava clearly. She had an oval face, full lips, black hair that was tied up in a ponytail and don't get me started on her body. She was a ten over ten.

AUTHOR'S POV* Jealousy. It is a perplexing emotion that comes with a fear of being a abandoned or humiliation. It is a ruthless feeling that if people can't tame, it could ruin the confidence and relationship, as well as happiness of one being. Jealousy have different types. One is the jealousy where it can be accompanied by mental disorders such as obsessive - compulsive disorders. There are also jealousy that is manifested from the suspicion of physical infidelity. The usual jealousy where one person is having a series of thoughts and feeling as well as reaction after seeing or thinking a possible threat to a relationship.

"It wouldn't matter if she didn't constantly want to drive me crazy." "Yeah, because you're angry, I think you're jealous." "Jealousy? Why should I be jealous?" "If you're not jealous, why should you care what Madison does? If you're not jealous then why are you upset when you see Madison with your husband?" "Not jealous, but a little annoyed." Jennifer replied. When Jennifer finished, Aline laughed and replied. "Discomfort is the first manifestation of jealousy, you idiot." Jennifer was silent for a while and then continued:

“Or what? Are you jealous of him?” “What? What do you mean by jealousy? This guy is not to be trusted around you and moreover he is a dubious gamer and you are not his target.” “I don't know what you are talking about and of course I will never understand you. And I know you will not be jealous of him even if I want you to be. You keep being possessive of me but you don't even care about me, you don't care about my feelings and you don't give me enough attention.”

Veronica explained, "She’ll wait. If she doesn’t, it's because she was always jealous of you and never had the guts to say it. Any true friend would be happy for you.” When I explained to Veronica and the others that Nyx was just worried, she snorted. “Worry is just the flip side of jealousy. Nobody wants to come out and SAY they are jealous. Instead, it comes out as a ‘bad idea’ or ‘dangerous’ or ‘not what I want for you’ or some other way to pretend that it is about their concern for you and not their inner demons.”

His question made Dorothy look at him sharply up sharply with her pure hazel eyes. “Jealous?” she repeated, her brows furrowing. “Yes, jealous—feeling angry or unhappy because someone you like or love is showing interest in someone else,” he clarified, emphasizing the word. Dorothy blinked rapidly. “Someone I like or love? Wow Stefan maybe you should go mute again because you're starting to sound so full of yourself. I didn’t even know you when you two were together, and I honestly don’t care. If she suddenly reappears and you want her back, I wouldn’t stop you,” she scoffed, dropping her spoon and standing up.

I failed to get rid of the same feeling of jealousy. Why am I jealous?

"I think you're jealous." My jaw drops, "J-jealous? You think I'm jealous? God, you are so full of yourself! I'm just doing my job, which is to be informed of everything you tell the press. The fact that you get 'jealousy' out of that is—" "You're right, you're right. You aren't jealous. You're envious. Because jealousy is when you're afraid of losing something that's already yours. Envy is when you want something that you can't, don't, and will most likely never have," Sebastian looks down at everyone and continues with: "Envy seems like a more suitable word then, right?"

The word that captures whatever this is—this tension, this push and pull, this thing between us that never quite goes away no matter how many divorce papers we sign. "This is you being jealous," I say finally. "And pretending you're not." Something flashes across his face. Too fast to identify. Then it's gone, replaced by that smooth, controlled expression. "Jealous." He says the word like he's never heard it before. "That's an interesting interpretation." "It's not an interpretation. It's an observation." "An observation."