Jealous Synonym Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

"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.”

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 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?"

I whispered. He glanced over my shoulder briefly. Then chuckled. “Ah. Them.” “That’s not funny,” I muttered. “It is to me,” he replied lightly. His grip tightened slightly at my waist. Protective. Possessive. “They’re jealous,” he added. That word made my chest tighten. Jealous. Of me? That didn’t feel real. Not when I still felt like an outsider in this world. “Why would they be jealous of me?” I asked quietly. Riven leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice.