Jealousy And Rage Novels & Stories

Eyes unable to tear free of the sight of my girl in another guys arms and I can’t tear myself from the object of my all-consuming pain and growing psycho anger, which rages up inside of me in a whole body grabbing kind of way. My instant urge is to beat this shithead to death, and it grips me wholly; rational thought dispersing and I don’t care if she has a right to do this, if this is what I deserve. The rage and jealous pain is all that controls me in this searing second and I stalk forward, vision red, no longer in control of anything but this need to separate them, to get his filthy fucking hands from my fucking girl. MY Sophie! She’s MINE, no one else’s, and I’ll be fucking damned if so

Anger. My thoughts decided to move with anger…there we go again, being pitiable. It was best for me to settle with the fact that the both of them crossed the line and that alone was enough reason to be angry. Jealousy? Pfft, I had no definition for that, it was like a thorn nipping at a vein, rupturing it. The more I tried to stop it, the more it bled. I closed my eyes and counted to three…one…two…three. By the time I opened them, she was staring back at me, her gaze was intense I'd be damned not to look away.

His hand moved from my shoulder to cup my face, turning me fully toward him with a gentleness that contradicted the violence written all over his body. "Jealousy," he said, his voice dropping lower. Darker. "Rage. And this fucking desperate want that's been eating me alive for months." The words hit me like a physical thing, making heat flood through my body and settle between my thighs with an ache that was becoming familiar. "Want?" I repeated stupidly, because my brain had apparently stopped working.

The muffled sound of feeding, the breathy moan that escapes Zara — one that should’ve come from me, with him — hits me like a slap. A sharp ache claws a gasp out of me. Jealousy pounds in my skull, so loud it drowns everything else. Rage pulses with my blood, because every part of me screams it should’ve been me in her place. It’s insane, but all I want is to provoke him. To make him watch me drink from another man in the most intimate way possible. Even if what he feels for me is just lust.. I want to hurt him anyway. Make him understand he means nothing to me too.

Rage can be visible in the eyes of that person. He was burning with the jealousy caused by their intimacy that he didn't know when the glass he held broke into pieces and blood started oozing from his palm.

And that thought gnawed at me. What if my true mate had already fallen for someone else, someone who wasn't me? The thought made my stomach twist, the cold, bitter grip of jealousy and rage slowly creeped up my spine. If that were the case, I wasn’t sure my beast could be contained. The rage, the need to possess her would consume me. I could feel it already, lurking beneath the surface, pushing me to madness. I wouldn't hesitate. I would kill the man. No question. She was mine by right. And I would lay claim to her no matter the cost.

Layla's voice was a shrill scream, her words echoing off the walls. "How dare she own a successful company like that! She has the audacity, the unmitigated gall to launch it on the same day I was set to unveil my new collection!" Her rage was palpable, a living, breathing thing that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Layla's eyes flashed with a malevolent intensity, her mind consumed by a bitter jealousy. She couldn't bear the thought of Hazel's triumph, her success a stark reminder of Layla's failures. The room seemed to close in around her, the walls suffocating her, as she struggled to draw breath.

I'm loyal to you. I violently bit my lower lip. Me: Loyal your face. You already have Jesyl. You're two timing. Rage: That's a different case. You asked me to do it. And I'm just playing with her. You know that. Me: But you two kissed. That's cheating! Rage: My babe is jealous. You enjoy kissing. My cheeks grew hot and my face sank into the pillow. I bit my lower lip harder. Damn! Me: Kiss yourself! I 'm not jealous!

After I made her swallow my cum. After I called her good girl and she said yes. After I painted her face with my seed and told her she was mine. She was still afraid of him. Not me. Him. That made something dark and ugly twist in my chest. Something that wasn't jealousy. Jealousy was too clean a word. This was worse. This was rage. This was the kind of rage that makes you want to tear something apart with your bare hands and not stop until there's nothing left but blood and bone.

happy. Content in a way Kieran had never seen before. The sight hit him like a physical blow to the chest. His entire body went rigid, every muscle locking up as if he'd been struck by lightning. An emotion he'd never experienced before surged through him - pure, undiluted rage mixed with something else. Something darker and more possessive. Jealousy. Raw, primal jealousy that burned through his veins like acid. He didn't even have time to analyze where this fury was coming from. His brain seemed to shut down completely, overwhelmed by the intensity of his reaction.