Novel & Cerita Jealous Synonym

"It's true. We have a contract, an arrangement. You can sleep with whoever you want. Bring whoever you want, I don't have any claim on you." He studied me for a long moment. "And yet you were jealous." "I wasn't….." "You were." He tilted his head, that infuriating smirk returning. "You were jealous of Leona. You were jealous of the way she touched me, talked to me, looked at me." "I was annoyed, there's a difference." "Is there?" "Yes. Jealousy implies that I care. Annoyance implies that….." "That you care."

"I should have thought of it. Who else would accept you if not for this pathetic being? Who else would be desperate enough to" "Research says," Adrian interrupted, his voice dangerously calm, "that people who are jealous of others only do so when they seemingly cannot achieve what the ones they're jealous of have achieved." Pretzel's smile faltered. "Jealous? Of her?" She gestured at me with a dismissive wave of her hand. "What exactly does this scoundrel have that I could ever want? What has she ever had that has ever gained my attention? Nothing. She's a good for nothing. She's always been a good for nothing. She couldn't keep a man, she couldn't build a career, she couldn't—"

Every step pulls Sophia closer into the space I’ve been trying to keep clear. I picture her walking into Platinum, her chin tilted with that quiet defiance, the way even her silences have edges. I picture her with Preston, smiling politely, maybe laughing. The laugh that hits me square in the chest every time we’re together. Jealousy is a messy thing. It doesn’t just creep and whisper, it unravels. I don’t even like the word. It feels like a teenage emotion. Small and childish. But that’s what I feel, no matter how much I don’t want to.

“Are you jealous?” He scoffed. “Please. I’m just territorial.” “Same difference.” “Difference is,” he whispered, pressing the side of his cheek against mine as he helped me aim, “jealousy is when you wish you had something. I already do.” My stomach did a whole damn somersault. I hated how smug that made him look. He stepped back slightly, arms crossing. “Alright, let’s see you try. No pressure, just aim at that paper silhouette over there.

And I couldn’t help but see disappointment crossing Caleb’s face before he leaned in a little closer to me. “Are you jealous, gorgeous? Should I feel flattered right now?” Caleb asked me, a grin slowly growing on his face as if somehow, me being jealous over him, was a huge boost for his own ego. A grin that could have easily turned me into the She-Hulk herself, because even though it might boost his damn ego, it was also destroying mine. jealous? I’ll fucking show him what’s jealous!

“We werewolves are very possessive creatures.” Recalling Adian’s words, The ludicrous thought entered my mind. I should have thrown it off, shaken it away immediately, but… “Are you… jealous?” The words came out in a breath of air similar to a laugh. It was my way of putting things lightly because there was no way, practically an impossibility, that I could even associate Rael with the word Jealousy. Still I held onto the thought, watching how his gaze flitted down for a moment. My eyes widened in shock.

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."

Single. I feel no hot surge of jealousy. I dissect that emotion, as I have all others. Jealousy implies a fear of loss, a recognition that another’s claim might supersede your own. I do not fear. I assess. This man is not a threat to my possession; he is a new variable in my equation. The question is one of application. How best to utilize him?

Liam thought he had moved on from his jealousy, but it resurfaced when he met a new girl, Samantha. She was everything he had ever wanted in a partner, and he was afraid of losing her to someone else. He started to become possessive and controlling, monitoring her every move and getting upset when she spent time with other guys. Samantha tried to reassure him, but his jealousy was too strong. Liam knew he had to stop before it was too late. Liam knew that he had to confront his jealousy head-on. He couldn't let it control him and ruin yet another relationship. He took a deep breath and sat down with Samantha, ready to have an honest conversation.

“I have Alpha blood, Amara. I would have my own consorts, right?” Something disgusting crawls inside of me that had me blinking rapidly. It wasn’t quick like something that just passes, it wasn’t a fleeting emotion. It was big, and heavy, and whatever it was made me feel angry. I wasn’t stupid, I knew it was jealousy. Only jealousy would make you feel angry and insecure at the same time. It was one of those things that you couldn’t control but at the same time is one of those things that you can hide for so long until it eats you whole.