Jealousy Eye Novels & Stories

His Stormy eyes were filled with fire, hatred, resentment, guilt, and last but not the least bitterness. And if I have to Combine all those feelings in one word than it would be, Jealousy. Carlos Vincent was jealous. He was that jealous of that made up character that he could easily burn this room down with just the look in his eye. Damn Celine! You are in trouble. Xx__xX

Saw their eyes following his movement. Saw lips part slightly. Saw hands come up to touch hair, to adjust necklines, expose cleavages, to draw attention to themselves. They were looking at him like he was something they wanted to taste. Something hot and ugly twisted in my stomach. Sharp and possessive and completely irrational. Jealousy. I was jealous of the way their eyes followed him, of the way they looked at him like he was available. Like he could be theirs if they just tried hard enough. Like they had any right to look at him at all.

Satisfied seeing Leon from afar. Leon’s face flushed red. His eyes stared at us sharply, as if wanting to burn us both. His jaw clenched, the hand holding his champagne glass trembled slightly. I could see the veins in his neck bulging from anger. He was jealous. Truly jealous. And that made a small, wicked satisfaction rise in my chest.

I don’t know if it was due to Leo sensing the uneasiness in my stomach or he felt my body tense as my hand reminded interlocked with his, but after he addressed the crowd of what he knew and demanded those involved step forward, his face turned to me where my eyes were still holding the eye contact of another. Jealously seemed to pour from Leo like a stream due to my eyes rested upon another man’s, his hand reaching forward and grasping my chin, I finally, looked away from this man’s eyes and looked into that of my mates. The blues of his eyes deep with jealousy and anger, his breathing fast and his body seeming to tower over me allowed another gulp to fall down my throat.

Jessica's eyes narrowed, rage and jealousy burning in them as she spotted Elise. What was she doing here?

Jenny Cole's eyes were red, and the malice and jealousy in her eyes surged. We will see who could be the final winner!

I snap, swathing his prying fingers away. "You are so jealous," He says, emphatically, the way you state a well known fact. Jesus, am i so transparent?. "I'm not." I bark. "When you are jealous,your cheeks turn red and your eyes become squinty at the edges." He pinches a handful of both my cheeks and pulls, chortling at my pissed expression. "Your cheeks are like balloons," he says. Not him too. I slap away his hands. "Lemme alone."

I said and rolled my eyes, trying to hide the jealousy I had a few years ago. "Your eyes, Kath." "What's with the eyes? It showed the jealousy I had?" I said sarcastically. "That's the point, Kath," Sophie said. "You're so obvious when you like somebody, or when you're jealous. Because your actions and the look in your eyes say it all." I sighed. Alright, they caught me there. "I gotta admit," I said. "You guys are creepy." The both of them laughed. I rolled my eyes heavenwards and grabbed my back then walked out of the room.

“Tell me you don’t feel it too. Look me in the eyes and say it.” Mia tried. She really did. But when she met his gaze, the words stuck in her throat. His eyes were dark, intense, filled with a certainty that terrified and thrilled her in equal measure. “I… I can’t do this.” “You’re already doing it.” His voice dropped lower, rough around the edges. “Every time you show up. Every time you let my leg stay against yours under this table. Every time you think about me when you’re supposed to be thinking about him.”

The jealousy he had been nursing all night exploded into a desperate, needy hunger. "Yes," he hissed, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly low register. He grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against him, his hands digging into the silk of her gown. "I am jealous. I am losing my goddamn mind with it. Every time I see a man look at you, I want to tear his eyes out. I want to lock you in this room, bolt the door, and never let another living soul see you. I want to tear this dress off you and mark every inch of your skin so clearly that no other man would ever dare think you were free."