Jealousy And Rage Novels & Stories

It can only mean one thing. My stomach clenches with a sudden, ugly jolt that has nothing to do with fear. It’s a raw, immediate wave of something hot and bitter. Jealousy rises like bile in my throat. I shouldn’t care about the women he used to fuck. He’s my captor, my jailer, the monster I despise. But the thought of his perfect, ruthless body being intimate with any of these simpering, envious women, pumping into them, allowing them to share his bed, sends a spike of irrational rage through me. Has he fucked any of them in the bed we share? I’ll throw it out in a heartbeat.

Spiders and irresponsibility for instance. But rage was an emotion I have always tried to stay away from. I do get angry at times, in fact, quite a lot of times with my employees, especially my assistant. But rage is something different. It's not just a mere anger at something that goes away after some minutes. I feel that rage is stronger than anger in so many levels. In fact, I've always thought it to be the most dangerous of the triad. So I wanted to avoid it at all costs. And I have been successful at that. Until now.

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.

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. *****

A surge of unexpected anger welled up within me, catching me off guard. How could they, all of whom had mates of their own, be so brazenly fixated on someone else? The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, stirring a tumult of conflicting emotions within. Jealousy, a feeling I hadn't anticipated, clawed at the edges of my consciousness, igniting a flame of indignation within me. I scoffed inwardly at the absurdity of it all. How could I, someone who harbored nothing but disdain for Aurora, feel such an ugly twinge of jealousy? It defied all logic, and yet, the emotion gnawed at me relentlessly, refusing to be ignored.

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.

And through all of it, Darren simply stood up calmly and walked out like none of the chaos concerned him. That irritated me even more. I remained seated for several seconds staring toward the entrance where he disappeared, my jaw tightening slowly while anger crawled through my chest. I could still see the image from earlier. Darren holding Nia close. Darren rubbing her back softly. Darren whispering against her ear while she stayed inside his arms without moving away. The memory alone made my wolf restless. Raphael had once told me that jealousy was one of the ugliest emotions a wolf could experience because it stripped dignity away piece by piece until nothing remained except possessivenes

Author’s POV Rage was a small word for what Louis was feeling now. What he felt was beyond that. It was constant. It was violent. It was consuming him from the inside out. He was burning, not just with anger, but with betrayal, humiliation, jealousy, and pain that he had never allowed himself to feel before.

268 Claire's POV A new variant of anger pumped through my veins, one that has never plagued me before. I was seeing red everywhere I saw and the desire to feel Hunter's blood on my fingers made me clench my teeth to control whatever crazy fit was taking over my body. I have been jealous before, but this was beyond my imagination. My heart was smoldering outrageously and my breathing was ragged. Hunter's expressions and his words worked like a dose of stimulant, triggering my indignation to another level of madness.

I don’t love him so why do I feel this fucking way? I am just filled with a lot of rage, a lot of emotions that I probably shouldn’t be feeling since I do not love him! Why do I feel this intense jealousy towards that girl Valencia?! Why do I feel this intense hatred because Alexandro loves her instead of me? I don’t even love him so why do I care so much that he loves that tramp?! it has to be the pregnancy hormones, it has to be this stupid baby in my womb making me feel this way. “Mistress please stop! I’m sure everything can be sorted out!” One of my court maiden yell. I turned back to face her… to face all of them, my full anger now directed at them, all my pent up emotions now ready to