Jealousy Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

No, Lord God, take me away from that obsessed man. Javen so infuriated with the investigation without the result coming out. He felt so jealous. He was even a little angry with me that he punished me in bed, bent his jealousy on me almost every night. I felt sad about this situation, maybe Javen thought I really knew the person and I'm lying about this.

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.

My hand unconsciously sliding from her face to the back of her head. My entire outlook on life changed in an instant hearing her, MY Keya. Say another mans’ name! Now I ain’t gonna lie. I’m an extremely jealous guy. Always have been. Always will be. There ain’t no shame in my game. I move my hand from her head. To the side of the lounge chair. Because I have no intentions to hurt her. I feel the chair crumpling under my grasp!

Two can play this game. "Jealousy is a bad look on you. I was all alone with you for 3 hours, and you couldn't do anything with me, so don't come here now, trying to make yourself seem so macho. Cause you're not." He had a sadistic smile on his face and it pissed me off.

“Consider this your warning: stop your advances on him.” The Goddess’s lips curved slightly, but there was fire in her tone. “I cannot help it,” she admitted, almost a whisper, almost venomous. “I am… jealous. Of the way you show him such… affection, such claim. I’ve never felt this stir before, not for any other mortal.” I could feel the tension coiling tighter around me, my stomach knotted. I dared not move, dared not breathe too loudly.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> His jealousy was still there. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But it was changing shape in the knowledge's light. He looked at it directly and found that it was not the jealousy of a man who had been robbed of something that belonged to him. It was the jealousy of a being who had been given something beautiful and had not known what it was and had not tended it in the way it needed to be tended and had watched someone else tend it with the care and the seeing that he had not managed, and the jealousy was really grief, was the specific grief of recognizing your own failure clearly and completely and without the comfortable armor of your own rightness.

So I aborted the thought and I was wishing to hear those words from her mouth. "Are you Jealous?" This time, she wasn't able to hide her emotions like she always did, her face was covered with a scowl and she was frozen. I wanted to smirk, it was obvious she was jealous. I think Jena is a miracle to me, she will help me get this naughty girl to admit everything that she felt for me but I still need an explanation of everything that had been going on for the past three months. "Jealous? Nah! I can't be jealous, why would I be Jealous?" She stammered with her eyes avoiding mine and her gaze focused on the floor.

A familiar uncomfortable heat was building in her stomach and she bit her lip. "Not now please, wait a bit." His forehead almost touched his knees as he leaned forward. I was going into heat again. He was already panting. She did not want it to happen again, her jealousy was extremely exhausting, painful and so often it had deprived her of almost all her energy because in those three days that she was locked up she could barely take care of herself. He squeezed his eyes tightly hoping for a miracle that would stop the advance of his zeal but it only made it worse.

Her eyes turning cold before she quickly hung up without waiting for me to answer. I shook my head and opened her chat, I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my lips at the thought of her being jealous of another woman. Though no woman could replace her, she was yet to understand that I guess, or maybe she did, but jealousy isn’t something that one could control, I knew that first hand. “You’re cute when you’re jealous” I texted Kiara. “I have nothing to be jealous about, Aslanov” she replied almost instantly. I chuckled and shook my head, imagining her glaring at the phone as she replied and waited for my reply.