Jealousy And Rage Novels & Stories

He handled every situation like a pro. I froze in my seat, a pain tightening in my chest. Then rage took over as I processed his words. Fuck! “What the hell did you just say?!” I shouted, unable to hold back my fury. My teeth clenched and my back muscles tensed. Just thinking of Claire pregnant with another man’s baby unleashed the demon inside me. The jealousy was too much—it was consuming me. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to his feet. Niu looked confused, his eyes full of questions. He wanted to speak, but no words came out. He stared at me, speechless.

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?'

She also hadn’t drawn his c-ck, and if she’d seen that, Cameron was certain that it would have rated a drawing. The rage in Cameron seemed to blister the inside of his ribs. He had never felt such anger as he had done since the girl had first recoiled from him, and it seemed to grow every day. He wanted to crush her, he wanted to make her cry, and he wanted snap at Rhett whenever he caught his dark-haired mate staring at her. The rage had another name, one which Cameron was not comfortable with. Jealousy.

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.

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!

The casual intimacy of the gesture made my jaw clench so hard I thought my teeth might crack. "What the hell does she see in him?" I growled under my breath, gripping my coffee cup with unnecessary force. I watched as he reached across the table to brush a strand of her ash-blonde hair from her face, his fingers lingering a moment too long. The pain that lanced through me was unexpected in its intensity. I had never been jealous like this before, had never cared enough about anyone to feel this kind of possessive rage. It was new, unsettling, and yet somehow inevitable.

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.

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

Jealousy surged within me, an uncontrollable fire threatening to consume my senses. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I watched them, my mind inundated with irrational thoughts. I wanted to storm into that restaurant, to pull Lyza away from that man and claim her as my own. It pained me to see her with another, even though we had not yet established a formal relationship. The possessiveness within me reared its ugly head, a primal instinct that yearned to mark her as mine. In the depths of my jealousy, I found myself engaging in a heated conversation with myself, my voice tinged with possessiveness and longing.

jealous. “It was an outburst of jealousy.”