Jealous Synonym Novels & Stories

She looked at me with squinted eyes, “What is that supposed to mean?” I was enjoying this so much. I scratched my temple and replied, “I knew you did not like her and were jealous of her. Jealousy works wonders when you try to outperform someone you don’t like. You try harder when someone you don’t like is better than you at something” Her mouth fell open and she gave him an appalled look, “that is so cunning” I shrugged, “It seemed to work a little but you got tired easily so I had to step in.”

The pissed-off feeling is still coiled deep in my gut when something causes me to stop dead in my tracks. This feeling, it’s similar to how I felt when I used to see Xenia with her boyfriends and wished I could be that happy. I never wanted to call it what it was, but I always knew deep down that I was jealous of her and her carefree personality. Jealousy. Am I feeling jealous because I can hear Priest fucking that Fae woman? Am I…jealous of her? No, fuck that. It’s disgust; it has to be disgust because there’s no way…no fucking way I could feel like this, right?

She put her lips in a pout. "You should not let terrible friends influence you. Justine is a really hot guy," I paused to swallow the lump that had grown in my throat. "And basically every girl wants him. You know better than everyone that you are really lucky. Who knows how many of your friends want your relationship to end because they are jealous of you?" Caramel was blind to these sort of things. Anyone who had him to claim and thought they wanted to lose that bond, was definitely crazy.

The word 'friend', as used by her, seemed to mock me, stoking the embers of jealousy I was struggling to douse. Jealousy. It was an emotion I hadn't felt in a long time, an emotion I thought I had outgrown. Yet, it had crept up on me, a stealthy predator pouncing when I least expected it. I was jealous of Tony, of his closeness with Rima, of the trust she placed in him.

He didn’t know why he felt that way. Tyler took a deep breath. He picked up his phone and opened the browser. He searched about human feelings. Tyler laughed a little when he read the result of his search. Jealousy is a feeling or state of resentment, bitterness, or hostility toward someone because they have something that you don’t. “I don’t feel jealousy because Kyra is still mine.” Tyler smiled.

"So, what you've been indifferent to me these days is that you're jealous , aren't you?" Aaron's mood is much better. The little woman still cares about him. She is jealous of Yvette Hill. " If I had eaten every one of them, I would have been killed by myself." "Be jealous if you are jealous. If you hide something, I won't laugh at you. Besides, it's not normal for women to like you because you and I are so excellent." Aaron 's mouth picked up a smug smile, turned his head to one side, haughtily held his chin to Ada Wood,

"You sense it too?” Elena frowned. "Sense what?” “Jealousy " he said, letting the word linger. "Not ordinary envy… jealousy. The kind that doesn’t just whisper threats. Acts on them. The kind that doesn’t tolerate being ignored.” Her chest tightened. "Who?” Adrian’s eyes flicked toward the mansion’s monitors. Small anomalies in security feeds had been flagged. "Someone close " he said. "Someone who believes they are entitled. Someone whose envy has turned into obsession.”

Angeline was seething as she said, “It’s not like I’m angry at you. I’m merely unhappy.” Jay knew the feeling well since he was constantly jealous of Cole in the past as well. He had been inexplicably irritable like this too. He felt strangely happy that Angeline was able to feel jealous because of him.

"We were business partners. It was strictly professional. Surely you aren't going to be one of those jealous, nagging wives who starts a fight over nothing, are you?" At the word *jealous*, Amanda’s eyebrows shot up. A spark of genuine fire lit her eyes. Just as Joey braced herself for a typical angry outburst, Amanda’s expression suddenly crumpled. she turned to Benjamin with a look of pure, exaggerated grievance. "Hubby," she pouted, her voice trembling. "She’s calling me a jealous nag." Joey: "..." Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. She hadn't seen *that* pivot coming.

I was a sucker for pretty faces. The only reason I agreed to date Isabelle was because she was passable-looking as partner material. It had only been a few days since junior year started when my roommate came over to me and awkwardly said, "Damian, I just spotted your girlfriend getting pretty close to that well-known broke pretty boy by the campus lake." I immediately rolled up my sleeves and rushed toward the lake. From a distance, I saw Isabelle standing very close to a slim young man. But the moment I got a good look at his face, I froze. "Damn! This guy was insanely handsome!" He was so good-looking that even I, as another guy, was jealous. Isabelle frowned and stepped in front of me.