Jealousy Eye Novels & Stories

Tears began to build up in my eyes as I went on, they were suprisingly calm but their gaze were darkening as usual as I swallowed. “He tried so many times to kiss me but I kept dodging and pleading with him to let me go but he didn't. He kept on trying and on each attempt, his lips ended up on my face, I guess that's the reason why there was lipgloss smeared all over my face last night. But then, he forcefully gripped my jaw and kissed me hungrily.” I paused to see the effects of my words on them, they were fuming already as their eyes sparkled with jealousy and rage. I understood they would be angry that I was molested last night but what was confusing to me was why I could see a glint of j

His hair was combed neatly upwards but one strand was falling on his forehead giving him a deadly look. His forest green eyes burned Into mine with an intensity that seeped beneath my skin. His eyes were blazing with fire and he was seething in anger. I could feel his jealousy sitting from here. He was throwing daggers at Riley through his eyes but Riley was sitting there unbothered.

She promised, her tiny hands intertwining mine while the cold diamond band iced my hands. “Where have you been, I've missed you,” Jezebel put her hands all over me, acting like my wife was invincible, I looked at her with disgust evident on my face, I was about to reply to her when Olivia gave me a pointed look. “I never knew you have eye issues, or well Maybe it's because this is the first time I've seen you, you look beautiful with your blue contact or is that your eye? Maybe that is why it is naturally glassy and blurry. ” She smiled sweetly at Jezebel acting like she wasn't insulting her.

“I have Alpha blood, Amara. I would have my own consorts, right?” Something disgusting crawls inside of me that had me blinking rapidly. It wasn’t quick like something that just passes, it wasn’t a fleeting emotion. It was big, and heavy, and whatever it was made me feel angry. I wasn’t stupid, I knew it was jealousy. Only jealousy would make you feel angry and insecure at the same time. It was one of those things that you couldn’t control but at the same time is one of those things that you can hide for so long until it eats you whole.

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.

His cold eyes blazed at them, the aura around him is so cold and frightening. He clenches his fist trying to control both the anger and jealousy that were already built up inside of him. No one could stand the dark aura around him, it was so visible. His dark eyes which always hide his feelings weren't able to do so at this moment… Anyone could see vividly the jealousy and anger flaming in his eyes. Something in him urges him to walk up to that man and hit him in the face and then scream at him… 'this is my fucking wife!' He shut his eyes at those thoughts. 'what the fuck is wrong with you Jace!' he screamed in his head. 'Why getting jealous and angry, you shouldn't care right?'

"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.

Jealousy surged within me, an uncontrollable fire threatening to consume my senses. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I watched them, my mind inundated with irrational thoughts. I wanted to storm into that restaurant, to pull Lyza away from that man and claim her as my own. It pained me to see her with another, even though we had not yet established a formal relationship. The possessiveness within me reared its ugly head, a primal instinct that yearned to mark her as mine. In the depths of my jealousy, I found myself engaging in a heated conversation with myself, my voice tinged with possessiveness and longing.

“I’m so freakin’ jealous, my eyes are turning green.” They all looked at his sulky mint-green eyes and burst into laughter.

Ever. I liked her eyes being on me, liked the way they stayed on me. I wanted her to focus all of her attention on me. She took a gulp, and I felt a little bit jealous of the spittle that was going inside her. Because it would be with her always. Then I felt so fucked up, after the thought of that. How could I even be jealous of a freaking spittle? It was absolutely insane and a stunningly stupid thing to think about.