Jealousy And Rage Novels & Stories

After I made her swallow my cum. After I called her good girl and she said yes. After I painted her face with my seed and told her she was mine. She was still afraid of him. Not me. Him. That made something dark and ugly twist in my chest. Something that wasn't jealousy. Jealousy was too clean a word. This was worse. This was rage. This was the kind of rage that makes you want to tear something apart with your bare hands and not stop until there's nothing left but blood and bone.

Jealousy came first. He had no word for it, had never needed one, had never had occasion to develop the concept because the concept required the possibility of someone wanting what was yours and taking it, and nothing in Eden had ever been structured around that possibility. But his body knew it instinctively, the cold-hot rush of it, the specific sick quality of recognizing a thing that should not have happened and knowing it had happened and knowing he could not unmake it. Rage came second.

And worst part was that he was watching her right back. He said something. She laughed, tossing her blonde hair back like a shampoo commercial. Then she touched his arm. Touched him. My blood boiled instantly. He didn’t step away. I gripped the edge of the railing so tightly my knuckles went white. Jealousy wasn’t new to me, I’d just never felt it so violently. It wasn’t insecurity. It wasn’t fear. It was rage. Possessive, ugly, and burning hot in my gut. He was mine.

I never considered myself a jealous man. Never, truly. I’ve always prided myself on a serene control over my emotions, a calculated reason that always triumphed over impulses. But now, as I see Alexander approaching Aria, something within me trembles and shatters. My blood boils in thick waves, a latent, fierce anger that I barely recognize. This feeling, like a bitter poison, floods my mind and paralyzes me.

Rage is a powerful feeling, it knotted your inside, and flared your desire, making all feelings succumb to the burning madness. The elf, Justus, I trusted him, fucked him, gave him my all, and damn if I now feel like the stupidest male alive. *****

“And the truth is… yes, Ram. I still do.” A heat rose inside me, not fire, but molten iron, slow and heavy. Rage. Jealousy. Possession. The kind that didn’t shout, just burned quietly until something gave way. My instincts snarled beneath the surface, but I kept them leashed. I tightened my grip on her and forced myself to listen.

Not with him. They looked too comfortable. The laugh came again, light, almost grateful, and something inside me went taut. My hands trembled against my sides. My wolf surged, pressing against my ribs, demanding, restless. MINE. The word wasn’t thought. It was instinct, cutting deep, branding itself into the marrow. Jealousy poured through me like poison. It hollowed my chest, made it hard to breathe. But why!? Why would I be jealous if Riven laughs with another guy?

The realization hit me like a sledgehammer, leaving me reeling in anguish. Anger flared anew within me, a blazing fire fueled by desperation and grief. "If I can't have it, neither will Charlotte!" I seethed, the words dripping with venomous spite. The mere thought of her enjoying what I could not sent a surge of jealousy coursing through my veins, twisting my insides with a savage intensity. Rage and sorrow intertwined in a chaotic dance within me, urging me to take action, to reclaim what I believed was rightfully mine. As I plotted my next move with a mind clouded by anguish and fury, a dangerous resolve settled over me like a shroud.

“I’m just mad at what I’m seeing—it’s so cringe. I mean, look at them. They’re practically dry-humping in public with their over-the-top flirting. I’m just pissed, okay?! So much so I want to gouge both their eyes out with a rusty nail!” Again, she clamped her hand over her mouth. Why the hell do I keep losing control like this every time I’m annoyed? Amara lowered her head in shame, especially when she heard the two weirdos giggling like middle schoolers. “Dang, girl. You are definitely not jealous,” Raquel said through her laughter. Amara stared at her, dumbfounded. “What?” Josh chuckled. “Why do I feel like you two are plotting to drive me insane?” “Oh no, Amara. We’re not conspiring,” Jo

A lot of emotions shot through my veins, anger, rage, jealousy. Yes! Jealousy. That was it. That was what I was feeling. Why? I don't understand. It's not like I like her or something. I don't even want the bitch as my mate. But I also do not want her with any other man. I realized. I didn't expect to feel this way but I couldn't help it. Maybe it had to do with all this mate system nature. Or maybe I was feeling what my wolf was feeling. Because this just isn't me.