Jealousy And Rage Novels & Stories

Such things were common among royalties. A fire ignited inside me, causing my blood to boil in my veins. I refused to name that feeling as jealousy. No, it was anger. Rage crept under my skin. How dare he refuse to let me go while having fun with other girls? He had locked me up in his castle and had the guts to have his hands on some other girl under the same roof? Hell no. Flames erupted in my body. I would drag him and that slut to the deepest pit of hell and leave them there to do all the hanky panky that was leaving my mate breathless.

And there is nothing I can do about it. I feel the anger bubbling in me, making me want to pull off an unexpected move. I am really sure that I won't hesitate. Not just anger - there is something else, something that I am not able to control right now. Jealousy. I am jealous on another level. I am going into overdrive.

Rage is in full swing. He isn’t stupid, he should know that she is mine and no one else, unless he is trying to defy his alpha I have no explanation for such audacity. I nearly kill him right then and there, but I manage to stop myself just in time, my mind is clouded with rage and jealousy. This isn’t how an alpha should behave Kane. You are not to let your emotions consume and control you. You are meant to control them for the goddess’s sake.

“You came all the way here just to belittle and derogate me and… For f*ck’s sake, is it so impossible for you to respect me? Or my dignity!?” “I don’t respect a sl*t who doesn’t even respect herself! Why should I give a f*ck about your ‘dignity’ when you don’t even care?” he roared back, bloodshot eyes nailed at her without flinching. Jealousy had possessed him. He had been watching Mimi and Zeke for days. His eyes had been battered by the sight of them giggling, teasing, fooling around, flirting. How gratingly romantic their body language had been while he watched and watched, the fire in his mind stoked high. Mimi coming home late was only the last gallon of gasoline to the bonfire, and no

Today I learnt a new emotion about human beings. JEALOUSY. Jealousy is an emotion that can consume a person entirely, leaving them blinded by their insecure feelings. It can be as simple as wanting to be more beautiful, or as complicated as wanting to be better than someone else. But right now, all I wanted was to rip that clingy woman off my husband and crush her with my bare hands. Woah! Arielle, crazy much. Relax, she's just a random woman and you're his wife.

The anger was still pulsing inside me like a living thing that twisted and coiled in my chest. I lay there, my muscles still tense from the force I'd exerted on Yula, and my mind twisted in knots I couldn't untangle. The rage that had been boiling inside of me from last night—it was still there, festering like an open wound. Nothing could quench it. Not even the pleasure I'd taken in Yula's desperate cries could ease the fire burning in my chest. I felt sick for using her like that, for taking out my frustration on someone who had nothing to do with the real cause of my anger. But I was blinded—blinded by the jealousy that ripped through me every time I thought of Luxuria and Parthe.

REBECCA "Well, I would describe jealousy as a wave. It crashes into your heart with a mix of emotions. Anger and sadness. Most of the time, it's not a pleasant feeling, but it hurts. Right here," she said, placing her hand over her heart. "It hurts. Your chest tightens, and it feels like you can't breathe. Sometimes you might feel like crying or becoming so furious that you want to resort to violence, like punching someone in the face. I can't exactly put it into words, but it's quite overwhelming."

The third time—when her gaze lingered just a second too long, I felt something snap. Jealousy is an ugly thing. It doesn’t announce itself politely. It doesn’t wait to be understood. It hits fast, sharp, and without regard for context or reason. And it doesn’t care how old you are or how disciplined you’ve trained yourself to be. All it cares about is possession.

Not sadness or even fear. It was rage.

“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.