Jealousy Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

I was a sucker for pretty faces. The only reason I agreed to date Isabelle was because she was passable-looking as partner material. It had only been a few days since junior year started when my roommate came over to me and awkwardly said, "Damian, I just spotted your girlfriend getting pretty close to that well-known broke pretty boy by the campus lake." I immediately rolled up my sleeves and rushed toward the lake. From a distance, I saw Isabelle standing very close to a slim young man. But the moment I got a good look at his face, I froze. "Damn! This guy was insanely handsome!" He was so good-looking that even I, as another guy, was jealous. Isabelle frowned and stepped in front of me.

He wasn't my property. Still, I had difficulties keeping my jealousies under control. It was a green and huge monster that threatened to consume me. I knew this was what I was signing up for when I decided to pursue Chase. I knew Chase would not give them a second thought. Even with this fact engrained in my heart, I could not help the jealousy that surged up whenever I see women admire him. I closed my eyes to settle my emotions. I opened them when I was sure that I wasn't projecting my inner thoughts.

She felt intense jealousy because she remembered the time Diana had insulted her, and she will always be a jealous woman because of her humble background. “Or, you’re still hoping for something to happen between the two of you in the coming days? You know what’s irritating? I know where I stand, but I can’t control this feeling of jealousy. I don’t even know why,” she sobbed, “I’ve tried to convince myself several times that it shouldn’t be like this because I’m just your paid woman, your mistress, but I can’t help it, I want you even though I shouldn’t. I’m so stupid! And now your wife is chasing after you. What do you think I’ll feel? You’ve been together for three years! Everything we do,

She seemed so happy to be his concubine. The spark of jealousy within me was now roaring like an inferno but I tried hard to ignore the feeling of jealousy trying to consume me. I tried really hard, but I couldn't win against my emotions. I couldn’t control the anger and jealousy that had begun to crawl its venom inside me. And the pressure radiating from me seemed to roll off in thick waves. I clenched and unclenched my fists, taking deep breaths to steady my nerves, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for me to stand, my palms were sweaty and I pushed past Asher and his whore. I was reeling with anger. The jealousy within me was so strong that I could taste the bitterness in my mout

JK giggles, a bit drowning his anger while making sure that none of a like expression is drawn to his face. He then takes a sip of his tea, and continues narrating and teasing as he started with the words. “Now, now, now. Shall I read the chapter, the words, and the mystery in between of how your beloved Kyle is marking with the sin of lust? The lust of falling in love with the Maiden.”

I took a deep breath in. “Okay then, I am going to sleep.” He said very softly. All of sudden his tone changed. I could not believe my ears. But that wasn’t as surprising as his initial behaviour. Initial behaviour – the way he was after me. The way he questioned me. I didn’t calculate things before as I was shocked and frightened. But later I realized he was jealous. Yes, Jealous! Jealous – seeing me with Joseph. He could not withstand the situation. That was the third or second time when he got jealous. Albeit, that was the first time when he got that jealous. Insane! He was insane. Huh! I gasped.

I squeeze his hand. ‘Easy, baby. I’m okay. Don’t give them what they want.’ I mind-link him, not taking my eyes on the rude man in front of us. “And what would you do in either case, Sir? Deny me entrance or speak even more vulgarly about my looks? Jealousy is a dangerous emotion for all, but especially for a lonesome elderly male who wishes he was so lucky to have a loving, beautiful mate at his side.” How I know this is a mystery for me, but I do. I know my words are true, and I know he is jealous of Elijah. Not because my handsome man is an Alpha, because he already has power, but because he has me. A mate. Someone he can love and woo, and someone who loves him in return.

They walked away, she closed the door, going back on the bed, under the sheet. "Finally." He grumbled as he brought her back to his chest. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for work?" She asked trying to fix the sheet on her body, as a result of that her bottom brushed against his shaft. She froze as she felt it move. "I was going to wait a few minutes but now I need to take one, a cold one thank you for that." She chuckles as he got up. " You're welcome." - End of Chapter 12: Jealousy -

There was only a worn thread of shared history, as thin as a thread can be, and a fresh, bright line of something that was plainly and solely pity. The green thing beneath my breastbone did not disappear. I want that recorded. It remained while I looked at the truth, and it went on insisting. I understood for the first time that jealousy is not information. It is weather. You can stand in it and read the evidence at the same time, and it does not care in the slightest. I made myself walk away from the shutters, and that was the only genuinely clever thing I did in the whole of that month. The letter arrived the next morning.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Khyle rubbed his hand across his stomach. It was funny. The thought of Gunner surrounded by beautiful women, naked and receiving the full force of his attention, it caused a twist of envy in his gut. Envy, or perhaps jealousy. Khyle frowned. He was sure of it now. It was jealousy. He damn well liked it when the bluenet paid attention to him. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" Jealousy. He turned the word over and left it right side up. He had been calling this feeling other things for months, filing it under categories that were adjacent to the truth without being the truth. This time it had arrived already named and he had not redirected it, had just let it sit there in his chest with t