Novel & Cerita Jealous Vs Envious

I think it's safe to say that he's jealous? "You should never talk to any other man. Not even Kento. Ako lang dapat. Fvck! I hate it when you laughed with him!" He said. "Nagseselos ka ba?" I asked. Tiningnan niya ako na nakakunot ang noo. "Fvck! Is this how jealousy feels like?" I nodded. "Seeing that person you like having fun with another person and it makes you upset. I guess that's jealousy."

Hindi katulad nang kay Liam noon. I cried when I saw Liam and Ivy making out. It hurt me, but those feelings were somehow different from what I am feeling now. After that, those feelings vanished quickly into thin air. But with Riley? I felt it right through my gut. It's hurting deeply, and I'm jealous.

"I am not jealous." "I didn't say you were." "You literally just implied it." "No, I didn't." "Yes, you did." "No." "Yes." A faint smile appeared on his lips. The kind she wanted to wipe off his face. Respectfully. Maybe. "Less jealousy isn't the same as jealousy." Karolina stared at him, openly offended.

“Enzo, are you seriously jealous of Tristan?” Inis na inis na ako sa mga nararamdaman ko kaya’t sumagot ako ng hindi ko na napigilan: “Yes, I am! Hindi ko na kayang makita kayong magkasama ng matagal. I just… I just want to be the one you need. I’m sorry, pero natatakot akong mawala ka sa akin.” Ngumiti siya, pero hindi ko mawari kung ano ang ibig niyang iparating. “You’re not losing me, Enzo, but Tristan is just… he’s my friend. I don’t understand why you’re so jealous.”

For a moment ay may kung anong naramdaman ako na hindi ko maintindihan. Then bigla na lang, naramdaman ko ang mukha niya sa leeg ko. Bigla na lang nanayo ang lahat ng balahibo ko lalo na ng maramdaman ko ang banayad na pagdampi ng kanyang labi sa leeg ko ng magsalita siya. “I’m so jealous, babe.” Doon ko na tuluyang naitulak siya. Hindi ko gusto ang nararamdaman ko, bago ito sa akin.

“Anthony, naka-swimsuit din naman 'yung iba. Bakit ako lang pinoproblema mo?” “Because you’re mine. Mas attractive ang Filipina beauty sa ganitong lugar,” he said seriously. “And I don’t like sharing what’s mine.” Pinisil ko ang kamay niya. “Jealous ka na naman.” “I’m not jealous. I’m just protective.” “Magkaiba ba 'yun?” biro ko. “Yes,” he insisted. “Jealous is when I get insecure. Protective is when I don’t want anyone touching what belongs to me. And you belong to me, Kira.”

Kumunot na rin ang noo ko nang maramdaman na tila tinutusok ang puso. I smiled bitterly. "I'm jealous. What are you going to do about?" I asked the same question he asked. "Magpapabugbog? Ihaharap sa babae na iyon at ipamukha na ako ang reyna?" Natawa ako nang mapait. Hindi ko namalayan na tumutulo na rin ang luha ko. Shit! This jealousy is a scary thing. "Anong laban ko roon? Maganda siya. Maganda rin ang hubog ng katawan niya. At—"