Jealousy Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

This sour and bitter feeling churning nonstop in my chest is making me want to destroy something. I don't go to bed. Instead I turn around and pretend to be thirsty. Sneaking glances at my husband and Jo the motherfucker, I volunteer to wash the dishes, something I've never done before. I bet Jo and Alessio are sleeping together or have slept together. Hold on. Am I jealous? Over someone I just met three weeks ago? Yes, I'm fucking jealous and it doesn't feel right. I want to slap myself and knock my head on the wall. What's wrong with me?

But no matter how hard I try, my mind stubbornly refuses to cooperate. Instead, it spins with questions. Who was Jack’s first mate? What did she look like? Did she reject him? Or did he reject her? And more importantly… where is she now? Is she still alive… Or dead? But most of all—why did he accept her rejection when he refuses to accept mine? Did he love her? A sharp pang tightens in my chest, something bitter, ugly, and unwanted churning in my stomach. Jealousy. I scowl at the very thought, gripping the book so tightly my knuckles turn white before I hurl it across the cage with a frustrated growl. The hardcover slams against the metal bars with a sharp thud before falling to the floor.

I miss him a lot but I have Kellian to make up for that which made me feel bad for him because he has no one. "You don't know that." My inner voice chastised me. I rolled my eyes and tried not to let the jealousy get to me. Why should I feel jealous when I haven't been exclusive to him since we met? I have no reason to feel jealous. "But you do feel jealous." I shook off the thought and focused on Sissy. "Sissy, I have been sitting in front of my laptop all morning, I promise you that your chapters are almost done and I would have sent them before the end of today if you had not called me."

Elias was stunned. The fact that she would freely admit the worst of what he had suspected infuriated him. Jealousy sputtered and roared as it burned in his chest. He was jealous of all the men who got to see Mimi smile. Elias was not sure what was happening to him because he would have never cared so much about something like that. Did someone curse him? Why did it feel like the rein over the beast of emotions inside him kept snapping these days?

“It’s a Raitruum thing.” I place the box on the table and pull her into a big hug. “Thank you for being such a wonderful friend,” I murmur, squeezing her tight. I feel her arms wrap around me and squeeze in response. “Anytime.” As we hug each other tightly, a sudden suffocating coldness that sends exciting chills through my body comes over the room. My lids snap open, and I pull back as my eyes begin to dart all over the room, searching for Azadou in the crowd. He’s here. I feel him near. I can even feel his eyes on me, but as I continue to furiously scan the room, I don’t see him. I quiet my thoughts and push aside my own emotions and as I do, the distant echo of Azadou’s emotions become cl

Apollo would have burned the chamber down if he had known. The conclusion landed fragile and trembling, something she forced herself to believe. She exhaled slowly, willing her mind to settle where the truth waited. He didn’t know. There was no way he could know. This was all about jealousy. Not being omniscient. Not prophetic nonsense. Just jealousy. And that realisation lodged somewhere sharp and disagreeable. Jealousy meant he saw the possibility of losing her. Jealousy meant he did not feel secure. Jealousy meant he saw her as something that could slip away.

And with that she slammed the cottage door behind her, leaving me alone with my fury. When my anger burnt itself out, I sighed and flicked forlornly through the pages of the book, not genuinely reading, so much as pointing my eyes in the direction of the pages and pondering my lover's cruelty. I stopped. I recognised a page: an illustrated pentagram bordered with carefully inked incantations. And I let my jealousy and secret lust make a poor judgement for me. ***

"Even in death, you're still trying to steal my man? Clearly, skinning you and blowing you up wasn't cruel enough." "Go to hell with your little bastard!" I shut my eyes and calmed myself. Quietly, I preserved every text and waited—for the storm that was sure to come.

She knows that look very much and she couldn't help to notice he was failing for her at first sight . She couldn't blame the lady in the news , she was very beautiful with all her natural endowments. She became jealous of her beauty instantly. " Tsk , tsk , tsk " Boss Theddy clicked his tongue as he approached the bed . " My baby is jealous because of my new asset , isn't she ?" He asked , when he got closer to the bed and climbed in to hold the sulking woman. But she said nothing, rather she threw her face away .

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.