Jealousy And Rage Novels & Stories

Guhya ended up in his room pondering on how to reach out to her as he was sure she was the girl he had been longing for. "How dare you wed someone else!" When he found out that his lady had wed someone else, he became quite angry because he felt betrayed, wounded, and disappointed. A multitude of emotions were sparked by the alleged betrayal of trust, and dealing with rage usually entails getting help, thinking things through, and putting one's own needs first. His forehead was furrowed, his jaw was clenched in rage, and his dangerously narrowed blue eyes were showing signs of tension. His look often conveys anger and disgust, with his lips squeezed together.

He does not reply but begins the healing process. “Bastard,” I mutter, my voice low and dangerous. The word is a snarl, a growl that seems to come from somewhere deep and primal. My vision blurs with red rage as I imagine Jax, my rival, touching what I believe to be rightfully mine. The jealousy is suffocating, a green haze that colours every thought and makes my skin crawl. He’s sinking his d*ck in my warmth! My comfort, my Meg- my mate!

Angeline was seething as she said, “It’s not like I’m angry at you. I’m merely unhappy.” Jay knew the feeling well since he was constantly jealous of Cole in the past as well. He had been inexplicably irritable like this too. He felt strangely happy that Angeline was able to feel jealous because of him.

This is getting too hot for me to watch. Whoever said Jealousy is a bitch is so right. Jealousy is really a bitch that would fuck up your mind and rile up your whole body.

How much did she hear before she spoke and alerted us to her conscious state? “How are you feeling little one?” Zander leans over her, cups her cheek in his hand and plants a soft kiss on her sweet, full lips. Heat rises up my spine and my neck feels like it’s on fire. So this is what jealousy feels like. I expected something different , like my vision to go blurry, isn’t that what jealousy is meant to feel like? “No, you are thinking of rage. Blind rage. It’s a common turn of phrase.” Liberty’s voice sounds in my head. I would have though she said it out loud, it was that clear, however her lips didn’t move.

An undercurrent of anger and disappointment simmers within him, fueling his response. "Oh, I know exactly why you're here, mom," Jay retorts, his voice tinged with a knowing tone. He takes a step closer to her, his eyes drilling into hers, a mix of anger and disappointment burning within. He refuses to let her actions go unchecked. In response, his mother's eyes squint, her features contorting with a deep-seated hatred. The intensity of her gaze reveals the toxic mix of anger and envy she harbors towards Nora. She clenches her fists, her resentment towards Nora clouding her judgment and distorting their already strained relationship.

Surprised, I looked at him, only to notice he was averting his gaze and not daring to meet my gaze. "Have I… done anything wrong?" There was a hint of fragility in his voice, one I'd never heard coming from him. Wrong? He had never done anything wrong. Even if there were, it would only be that he never had a place for me in his life. "No, it's not that," I said softly. "You're perfect." "Then why do you want to break our mate bond?" He put his mug down. His ashen eyes were filled with suppressed emotions, like the sky before a storm.

I was a sucker for pretty faces. The only reason I agreed to date Isabelle was because she was passable-looking as partner material. It had only been a few days since junior year started when my roommate came over to me and awkwardly said, "Damian, I just spotted your girlfriend getting pretty close to that well-known broke pretty boy by the campus lake." I immediately rolled up my sleeves and rushed toward the lake. From a distance, I saw Isabelle standing very close to a slim young man. But the moment I got a good look at his face, I froze. "Damn! This guy was insanely handsome!" He was so good-looking that even I, as another guy, was jealous. Isabelle frowned and stepped in front of me.

"Even if you pissed me off, I'll let it go." But as I watched from the other side of the screen, I felt nothing. My heart was a barren wasteland. See? He knew everything. He just thought he could keep pushing because he believed I'd always love him no matter what. Rita, convinced I was truly dead, turned all her rage over Milton's sudden absence onto me. The texts she sent were venomous. "Even in death, you're still trying to steal my man? Clearly, skinning you and blowing you up wasn't cruel enough."

They engaged in a passionate kiss, lost in their own world of love. My heart shattered at the sight. I thought I was getting better, but the sight brought fresh wounds to my heart. This time, I wasn't sad or heartbroken. I was filled with rage. Rage and jealousy are two different emotions with distinct meanings. I wasn't jealous. I was consumed by rage instead. Liam had guilt-tripped me into thinking I forced myself on him in our relationship, when in reality, he was the cheater and the betrayer. He cheated on me with my doppelgänger. Someone who was a replica of me.