Jealousy And Rage Novels & Stories

Ezhil's POV Anger Jealousy Rage Fury Betrayed These were all the emotions I was feeling right now as I stared at the two with upmost inflamed madness. I was infuriated as their lips met, the lips that belonged to me, the lips that I was first to touch. My heart was flaming with fire, burning its way through my body causing a heat of wrath to explode. I wanted to run up there, push him of her and kill him right there and then.

Raize sneered at what Riz just said: "In your eyes, she loved us dearly. But whose mate was hugging a male intimately a while ago?" "That's her fucking friend who is lending his arms to console our mate! You need to solve your fucking toxic jealousy, man!" Riz's mouth was only full of curses towards his other half. He was really, really angry at Raize. He never thought that just because of jealousy, his other half would commit something outrageous, like having to reject their mate! He needs to take control of the body now and then go to their mate. He can't waste anymore time here talking to these useless guys.

Spiders and irresponsibility for instance. But rage was an emotion I had always tried to stay away from. I did 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 believed that rage to be stronger than anger in so many levels. In fact, I'd always thought it to be the most dangerous of the triad. So I wanted to avoid it at all costs. And I had been successful at that. Up until now.

I could smell their scents linger in the air. But my new far-sightedness and incredible sense of smell weren’t what I was concerned with right now. What concerned me was the rage that flared inside me, heating me up from within, so I felt like an inferno. I didn’t think—I couldn’t think. All I could see was my mate with his hand around another woman and… Holy shit. It was jealousy. The burning feeling, the sudden urge to rip a stranger’s head off her shoulders and break every bone in her body… It was fucking jealousy.

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.

But now, seeing her with someone else, it felt like a betrayal of everything I had fought for. I was completely blinded by rage and jealousy before even realizing I had walked up to her. I was consumed by an intense surge of jealousy and longing that I couldn't contain any longer. I said things that I immediately regretted—words that cut deeper than I ever intended. But in that moment, I couldn't control the storm of emotions raging within me.

His cold eyes blazed at them, the aura around him is so cold and frightening. He clenches his fist trying to control both the anger and jealousy that were already built up inside of him. No one could stand the dark aura around him, it was so visible. His dark eyes which always hide his feelings weren't able to do so at this moment… Anyone could see vividly the jealousy and anger flaming in his eyes. Something in him urges him to walk up to that man and hit him in the face and then scream at him… 'this is my fucking wife!' He shut his eyes at those thoughts. 'what the fuck is wrong with you Jace!' he screamed in his head. 'Why getting jealous and angry, you shouldn't care right?'

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?

A maelstrom of emotions churned within his chest, a volatile mixture of jealousy, frustration, and a deep-seated rage that he struggled to reconcile with his rational mind. As his gaze settled on Cynthia, his heart clenched in a vice of turmoil. The way she laughed with Lazarus, her eyes alight with a brightness that he had believed to be reserved for him alone, cut through him like a dagger. Every word exchanged between them felt like a searing brand against his consciousness, stoking the flames of his jealousy to an inferno. His fingers, normally steady and sure, clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white under the pressure. The very air around him seemed to crackle with

I could feel the rage and jealousy in my veins as much as I wanted to set my mind on the mission I stormed not, burying the emotion of jealousy and rage in me with only one agenda The Mission.