Jealousy And Rage Novels & Stories

YuZhi verbalized his impulsive thought, like a stroppy teen and then cringed at his own statement, knowing he was overreacting and sounding like a petty controlling boyfriend with insecurity issues. Nothing had happened except a conversation and an invite and here he was ready to go five rounds with him. This was a new emotion for him and one he had never experienced before, so he wasn’t sure if it was jetlag, exhaustion, or just because he was hungry and frustrated about this entire situation lately. He had never had an outright Jealous tantrum over Rhea, and she had many guy friends. It was making him antsy and wired and he needed an outlet for this bubbling anger.

The wall was already crumbling, it followed that I practically acted in accordance to my actual feelings. "You went crazy when you found out that he was cheating on you. You went as far as play the role of the obsessed chick and actually set people to track his every moves, creating the counterfeit point that you are equally doing something similar." I poured my angry mind at her. "Ally..." My father stood to his feet to interrupt our arguement. I raised a hand in his direction to halt his further involvement. "Save it dad, you know half of nothing we are saying here." I distributed my anger with him.

Shame for letting my anger take control, for assuming the worst without even trying to understand. I step back, running my hand through my hair as the realization of what I almost did washes over me. What the fuck is wrong with me? The question echoes in my head, loud and unforgiving. Turning sharply, I storm out of the office, away from Luna, away from Callum. I can’t deal with this. I can’t handle the intensity of what I’m feeling—the obsession, the jealousy, the uncontrollable rage that’s consuming me.

Jealousy surged through me, hot and fierce, making my hands clench into fists. "How dare he," I growled under my breath, my eyes narrowing at Daniel. The urge to march over there and rip him away from her was nearly overwhelming. To pull him apart for daring to touch what was mine. But all I could do was watch, seething with impotent rage, as Freya danced further out of reach. "Rafe?" Jessica's voice cut through my thoughts, her hand resting on my arm. "Leave me be, will you?" I snapped, shrugging her off. I couldn't deal with her right now; all my focus was on the couple across the room, the woman I wanted was with someone else and it was driving me insane.

Always so quick to jump to conclusions and accuse me of things I'd never even think of doing. “What are you even saying? How can you imply that I would risk everything we have for some stupid fling? You're being ridiculous, Liam. I'm trying to reason with you but you're not listening. You're too busy being jealous and possessive!“ He's still pacing back and forth, cursing under his breath and breathing heavily. The rage he's feeling is like an atom bomb, ticking away and ready to detonate at any moment. It's like it's taking everything in him not to lash out at me some more or explode.

The third time—when her gaze lingered just a second too long, I felt something snap. Jealousy is an ugly thing. It doesn’t announce itself politely. It doesn’t wait to be understood. It hits fast, sharp, and without regard for context or reason. And it doesn’t care how old you are or how disciplined you’ve trained yourself to be. All it cares about is possession.

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!

It can only mean one thing. My stomach clenches with a sudden, ugly jolt that has nothing to do with fear. It’s a raw, immediate wave of something hot and bitter. Jealousy rises like bile in my throat. I shouldn’t care about the women he used to fuck. He’s my captor, my jailer, the monster I despise. But the thought of his perfect, ruthless body being intimate with any of these simpering, envious women, pumping into them, allowing them to share his bed, sends a spike of irrational rage through me. Has he fucked any of them in the bed we share? I’ll throw it out in a heartbeat.

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.

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.