Jealousy And Rage Novels & Stories

How much did she hear before she spoke and alerted us to her conscious state? “How are you feeling little one?” Zander leans over her, cups her cheek in his hand and plants a soft kiss on her sweet, full lips. Heat rises up my spine and my neck feels like it’s on fire. So this is what jealousy feels like. I expected something different , like my vision to go blurry, isn’t that what jealousy is meant to feel like? “No, you are thinking of rage. Blind rage. It’s a common turn of phrase.” Liberty’s voice sounds in my head. I would have though she said it out loud, it was that clear, however her lips didn’t move.

REBECCA "Well, I would describe jealousy as a wave. It crashes into your heart with a mix of emotions. Anger and sadness. Most of the time, it's not a pleasant feeling, but it hurts. Right here," she said, placing her hand over her heart. "It hurts. Your chest tightens, and it feels like you can't breathe. Sometimes you might feel like crying or becoming so furious that you want to resort to violence, like punching someone in the face. I can't exactly put it into words, but it's quite overwhelming."

Not sadness or even fear. It was rage.

she said with contempt, her face flushed with anger. The rage of jealousy is so strong that it compels one to do anything foolish. Miguel de Cervantes.

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.

I can’t recall ever feeling jealous or possessive about Mike. Heartbroken yes, but when I learned he was cheating I didn’t feel envy for Kate, only sorrow for myself and all those wasted years. But I feel jealous now. I feel a possessive fury unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Something raw and primal is building up inside me, and I don’t know how to identify it or reign it in. Is this the pup too? Staking its claim on its father? Or have I lost my mind?

And worst of all, it’s my damned pride that keeps me chained to it. When I saw her pushed to the ground in front of the banquet hall, a blinding rage tore through me. But then Gamma Sylas rushed forward, full of worry and care, and something inside me snapped. Jealousy. Raw and violent flooded my chest. I wanted nothing more than to run down there, grab her, and take her as far away from Sylas as possible. Instead, all I could do was stand there, glaring daggers into Sylas's back, my jaw clenched so tight I could taste blood in my mouth.

A strange, foreign feeling. Jealousy.

I could smell their scents linger in the air. But my new far-sightedness and incredible sense of smell weren’t what I was concerned with right now. What concerned me was the rage that flared inside me, heating me up from within, so I felt like an inferno. I didn’t think—I couldn’t think. All I could see was my mate with his hand around another woman and… Holy shit. It was jealousy. The burning feeling, the sudden urge to rip a stranger’s head off her shoulders and break every bone in her body… It was fucking jealousy.

“You came all the way here just to belittle and derogate me and… For f*ck’s sake, is it so impossible for you to respect me? Or my dignity!?” “I don’t respect a sl*t who doesn’t even respect herself! Why should I give a f*ck about your ‘dignity’ when you don’t even care?” he roared back, bloodshot eyes nailed at her without flinching. Jealousy had possessed him. He had been watching Mimi and Zeke for days. His eyes had been battered by the sight of them giggling, teasing, fooling around, flirting. How gratingly romantic their body language had been while he watched and watched, the fire in his mind stoked high. Mimi coming home late was only the last gallon of gasoline to the bonfire, and no