Jealousy And Rage Novels & Stories

I know I was acting like a possessive boyfriend and I hated it to my core but I couldn't help myself nor could I say it out that I was jealous I couldn't help the rage that coursed through me as I glared viciously at her trembling little frame on the couch as she gasped for air, rubbing her hands on her neck as she coughed vigorously. I wanted nothing but to fill her with my essence until she thought about no one else but me and me alone. I stared down at her as my venomous ràge was slowly mixed with a vicious lust that I couldn't understand. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why is the mere sight of her helplessness and pain turning me the fuck on! or was it just anger?

She was mine by right, by history, by everything we'd built together before I'd destroyed it. My hands clenched into tight fists, the knuckles turning white as my fingernails dug into my palms hard enough to draw blood. Small crescents of pain bloomed where my nails broke skin. I could feel one of the stitches on my ribs pop from the tension, a warm trickle of fresh blood seeping into the new bandage, but I didn't care. The jealousy was a living, breathing monster inside my chest, clawing at my lungs and squeezing my heart until I thought it might burst. It consumed every rational thought, every survival instinct, leaving only raw, primal possession in its wake.

“Whoa! Cora, stay right where you are. Let’s talk whatever makes Iris mad. I am sure she has a reason.” “Just sit the down, Frost! Yeah, someone made me bitchier if it’s even a word. It makes us also bitchy when someone doesn’t care how we feel, and that’s what pushes us to do something vengeful. Let me guess, from insecurities maybe? Envy? I know a lot of factors, and I can give you one.” I cocked my brow. “Rage, antagonism? Out of jealousy, maybe?” “Jealous of you?” She laughed, mocking me, but no one seemed to find it funny. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror?” she ranted angrily.

I rise from my desk, suddenly filled with a bubbling anger from that mere statement. Just insinuating anything of the sort fills me with anger. “Do you wish to lose your tongue this afternoon?” “I’d do that and more for you if you’d also look at me and not just that two timing bitch that’s lying to you.” “Shut up!” I yell thunderously. Despite my effort of pushing the thought away, of not dwelling on her jealous words, the thought of someone else having her, someone besides me enters, and I lose my shit. My wolf is aggravated, wanting to lurch forward and rip her himself but we’re too occupied with tackling the other for control.

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.

“He thinks he can take what belongs to me?” He pushed himself up abruptly, pacing back and forth across the polished floor with heavy steps. His anger was not only about the constant leaks that slipped through his control. No, this was deeper. This was about Vania—someone he had long considered his, an extension of himself that no one had the right to touch. Jealousy surged through his veins, weaving itself with an obsession that had never dimmed. --- Raga entered the room quietly, his footsteps cautious, as if the air itself was scorched by Devandra’s rage despite the humming air conditioner.

The path to a future with Beatrice was still uncertain, filled with challenges and obstacles that stood in the way, her baby. I couldn't help following her every movement, when I saw her smiling and talking with that guy, I clenched my jaw hard but when I saw him holding her hand, i felt an overwhelming surge of pure rage seeped into my bones. It felt as though a storm was brewing inside me, a tempest of jealousy, anger, and possessiveness. The sight of someone else touching her, ignited a fire within me. I struggled to contain the tumultuous emotions that threatened to consume me whole.

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.

Subsequently, the anger slowly turned into rage and soon it vanished leaving him with nothing but emptiness. Why he reacted the way he did, he wondered. He was blinded by jealousy and after realizing it, he saw she actually said nothing wrong but it was too late for him to be remorseful because he vowed not to be this pathetic again and react like a helpless teenager in love. If he feels nothing for her, he gets not to react like this ever again.

Conversations were clipped and short. I could feel it through the bond — the rage, the fear, the primal need to protect what was his. It was a constant pressure, a storm waiting to break. Every time Rylan entered a room, Kael's jaw would tighten, the muscle jumping beneath his skin like a live wire. Every time Rylan spoke, Kael's hands would curl into fists, his knuckles going white. Every time Rylan's gaze drifted toward me, I could feel the temperature in the room drop by several degrees. The jealousy was a living thing inside him, coiled and ready to strike. It was a beast that had been caged for too long, and it was growing restless, pacing and snarling.