Jealousy And Rage Novels & Stories

She took in the intimate, rumpled state of the bed behind me. I saw the moment her brain processed it. The frown melted, replaced by a blank, stunned shock. Then, her face contorted. Jealousy, pure and venomous, twisted her beautiful features into something ugly. It wasn’t just anger; it was a raging, possessive fury that seemed to crackle in the air between us. Her lips peeled back from her teeth. A low, vicious growl rumbled from her chest, a sound no human throat could make.

She was just a student, and I should let her be. But I couldn't shake the possessiveness that gnawed at me, or the jealousy that threatened to consume me. Fucking Jealousy? Was I jealous? I wasn't! I can't be! My wolf was the jerk making me feel all these foreign emotions. I had no idea if Leila was into dark-haired guys, and that thought only edged me on. Firstly, she got involved with her father who was a dark haired man, then me and now this boy. Rage swirled inside me like a hurricane, and the urge to bash the boy's head against the wall was overwhelming. My wolf wanted to tear him limb from limb, to break his bones and draw his blood, to make him scream for touching what was his. What w

“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.

I can’t recall ever feeling jealous or possessive about Mike. Heartbroken yes, but when I learned he was cheating I didn’t feel envy for Kate, only sorrow for myself and all those wasted years. But I feel jealous now. I feel a possessive fury unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Something raw and primal is building up inside me, and I don’t know how to identify it or reign it in. Is this the pup too? Staking its claim on its father? Or have I lost my mind?

Even now, he still thought I had nothing better to do than joke around with Mom's life and my own? I held Mom's hand, gently patting the back of it to help her calm down. Her face was pale, her breathing rapid—clearly James's words had upset her tremendously. "I wish I'd never given birth to a son like you!" Marianne's voice trembled as she looked at James with disappointment. "For the sake of a woman, you've stopped believing your own sister and mother. You've truly let me down!" Marianne's words completely enraged James. Humiliated and angry, he shouted, "Mom! How can you say that? When would I ever not care about you?

I rise from my desk, suddenly filled with a bubbling anger from that mere statement. Just insinuating anything of the sort fills me with anger. “Do you wish to lose your tongue this afternoon?” “I’d do that and more for you if you’d also look at me and not just that two timing bitch that’s lying to you.” “Shut up!” I yell thunderously. Despite my effort of pushing the thought away, of not dwelling on her jealous words, the thought of someone else having her, someone besides me enters, and I lose my shit. My wolf is aggravated, wanting to lurch forward and rip her himself but we’re too occupied with tackling the other for control.

I stand there, stunned by the depth of his rage. “I’m not going to apologize because every interaction I have with you leaves me with a bitter taste in my mouth,” I finally say. “But I also won’t stand here and have you accuse me of being the murderer. I have no reason to go after this woman.” “Would jealousy be a good enough reason?” he spits out. I can sense the other wolves coming from the trees, and I know these are all pack members. “Jealousy of what exactly?” I say, my tone harsh.

I don't know what came over me, but in a surge of anger and frustration, I didn't even notice the tears streaming down my face. "You're so cruel! You've always inflicted pain on me, since the very start. Even back then, you chose Leanna over our friendship! You never believed in me and chose to believe her lies instead. It has always been Leanna. See how you drool and foolishly gratify her back in that club? You even dirty danced, trying to make me jealous. I'vee been hurt and rejected by you a lot of times, but I never thought of getting revenge on you. I chose to avoid you and move on instead! You're doing these things because I hurt your ego and wanted to get even with me, isn't it? You

"I'd fuck him if I could," A rage that hit me out of nowhere like a bunch of bricks being hauled at me, swirled within me like a brewing pot of acid. It contaminated my insides and left in me, a burning jealousy and an insane urge to stuff him somewhere and keep him away from their hungry, whorish eyes. I fiddled with my fingers absentmindedly, digging my nails into my wrists, and clamping down my teeth on my lips really hard to prevent myself from trashing the tiny shred of self-control I had left and yelling in their faces to keep their damned mouths shut.

Grayson. Her breath stutters as I drag her back into me, her spine flushed to my bare chest. I shouldn’t want her this much. Not when I’m this angry. But it’s Raelynn. And nothing about her is simple. My body trembles — not from weakness, but from the storm brewing beneath my skin. Rage. Jealousy. Hunger. All of it tangled into one fucked-up mess. She left with him. Jace, that fucking bastard.