Jealousy And Rage Novels & Stories

It was like I was the only one, when we weren't the two of us. Those times when I was very annoyed that he didn't pay attention to me. He was talking to other people and not me. He and Iya also became close. That means something. That's why I'm annoyed by his act because I'm jealous. Jealousy does a lot. Sometimes, with the intensity of jealousy you feel... it leads to doing evil. I remembered that I was jealous of Caleigha. His cousin who has a child now. I have never seen him face to face. Only on video calls.

"Rebecca, this pack is not about ownership or power struggles. It's about unity and strength. We can be stronger together, if only you're willing to see past your jealousy." For a moment, silence enveloped us as our gazes locked in a battle of wills in that tense moment, I could see a flicker of doubt in Rebecca's eyes. The raw emotions swirling within her were a reflection of her deep-rooted insecurities and fear of being replaced. I knew that breaking through that defensive barrier would require patience and empathy.

Before he can finish, his head lolls slightly, his eyes rolling back, and just like that—he’s unconscious again. A violent, uncontrollable flame ignites inside me. Jealousy. Rage. Pure, unfiltered irritation. My teeth grind so hard my jaw aches. My nails dig deeper into my palms, sharp enough to break skin. Arella. Again. She’s everywhere. In everything. Even here, even now, even when I am right in front of him, she’s the one he sees. I can’t stand it. The need to destroy something—to smash every single object in this sterile, miserable room—is overpowering.

I wince. “Where have you been?!” he screams at my face. “It’s already morning! You promised you will return to me!” “I am here now, so I did return,” I say, grimacing at the pain he is causing me. I try to remove his hands on me, but it's even harder than a vise grip. He leans towards me and sniffs my neck. Then I felt it, madness. His rage is almost desperate. When he pulls back and looks suspiciously at me, I am able to place a name on what he is feeling. Frantic Jealousy.

’ I quickly approach them, catching this whore red-handed cheating on me. They seemed to be scared to see me, well it's good cos they better be! *** Yes, jealousy was a feeling of an envious resentment that happened when our soulmate showed an attraction to someone else. It’s the unproven prejudice that could lead into harmful consequences, especially if our lover was truly innocent.

That wasn’t who I was with her. Still, the rage inside me boiled, uncontained. It reached a height I hadn’t felt before, something primal and raw. Possessiveness curled in my gut like a storm. It wasn’t just anger—it was deeper than that. It was obsession. It was a hunger to own her, to make sure the entire world knew she was mine and mine alone.

“They react like that because they know how other men thin. I frowned slightly. “That doesn’t make it okay. “It doesn’t,” he agreed easily. “But it explains it.” A pause. “Jealousy isn’t always about control. Sometimes it’s about fear. Of losing something they don’t think they deserve.” That made my chest tighten. “He said something…” I hesitated, my voice dropping slightly. “Something he shouldn’t have.” “And you said things too,” he added quietly. I looked at him, surprised. “You’re still here,” he said simply. “You’re angry, not indifferent. That usually means both sides said something they regret.”

Smug, taunting as if to say he’s going to take her, and there’s nothing I can do. And just like that, I see green. Not metaphorically. Not poetically. Viscerally. ‘Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one ‘cause she belongs to me’ For the first time in my life, jealousy scorches through me, feeding the fire already roaring in my chest. It mixes with all the cropped-up shitty feelings I’ve never felt and threatens to explode. My face turns crimson, veins pulsate with pent-up fury in my neck, as I clench my fists, knuckles white with the intensity of my rage.

About what the repercussions of their actions would be? Rage, hot and unforgiving, surged through me. Jealousy and anger mixed together in one poisonous potion in my chest as I stared at the picture. The betrayal burned into my brain, etching itself permanently there. Why the hell did she go to see him? Was that the “things” she had to do? What the fuckin hell did they have in common? I didn't think, not when all I was seeing was red. Grabbing my keys, I stormed out.

He was trying to dictate my life, to invalidate my love, under the guise of some cosmic decree. My hand was flying across his face in an instant, a flash of righteous fury that left a stinging sensation on my palm. The sharp crack echoed in the silence of the room. He spit out blood mixed with saliva, his head snapped to the side, and a thin trickle of crimson appeared at the corner of his lip. I had let **rage** surge through me, a primal, untamed force, and I didn’t regret it. Not one bit. I would do it over and over again until he took back those hateful, dismissive words of his. Here he was, once again, attempting to block out the possibility of a **home**, of a future with Perseus, unde