Jealousy Eye Novels & Stories

Kade’s POV: My eyes stayed glued to her, tracing her features as though they held answers to my question. First to her eyes, then down to her lips—those lips, pressed tight with hesitation, as if holding back something she wasn’t ready to share. And then, my gaze returned to her eyes again. Time seemed to stretch between us as emotions flickered across her face. Vulnerability. Clear as day. The slight quiver in her gaze betrayed her, though her lips remained stubbornly silent. She was affected by my question, no doubt about it. And just like I suspected, she was jealous.

"Um, why don't you start eating? Serena can feed herself! Come on, sister-in-law, don't make me jealous of your relationship! I get it, you've made up, but there's no need for PDA, right? Hahaha!" Her gaze shifted between the two of us, jokingly saying those words with a touch of sarcasm... I could clearly see a hint of jealousy deep in her eyes. "Tsk! Mind your own business," I heard Ezekiel respond. Something snapped in my mind! My eyes widened, and my heart raced. Raquel... really looked like she's jealous right now. I swallowed hard. This is a feeling that only women can understand and often experience. The feeling of being threatened by someone who you feel is eyeing your man...

Haelyn's voice brought me back from my trance and I looked at her. “Look at the girls. Everyone is worshipping his body with their eyes.” She gestured to me with her eyes and I looked at them. It was true Every girl was checking him out. I almost ran to them to gouge their eyes out of their sockets for ogling at my Mate. Thanks to the Moon Goddess I realised before I made any blunder. ‘Why am I feeling jealous?’ I whined in my mind. ‘Because we can't see any other females to look at what's ours.’

Jealousy was an ugly emotion, and super unattractive, so I was hesitant to call this squeeze in my chest, this grainy burn behind my eyes, jealousy. But I could not honestly find another accurate term for it. I looked up at Delilah, and she seemed to sense my gaze because those tired eyes peeled open a slit, and she shook her head. “Why did you think you should show me this?” I asked. It was one thing when the dogs had given me a verbal report of what happened, but watching it for myself… “Why?” my voice was louder this time, but she remained quiet, and my pinky reached out and touched the button.

My eyes squinted with an ugly feeling as she racked her green envious eyes over the trio. "Masters, you can find me for anything that you need as usual," she hinted with seductive intent and the small amount of respect I had for her was thrown out the window. Was she fucking serious? They weren't mine, they weren't mine, they weren't mine. I chanted internally at the pinch of hideous jealousy that stung me and forced back a scowl. A glimmer of satisfaction shone in her eyes throwing me a dumb smirk and if eyes could kill, the bitch would be six feet under.

ELIZA’S POV I could feel the tension radiating off Alexander like heat from a fire. His arms were crossed over his broad chest as he looked at me with those intense eyes of his. I could see the emotions in his eyes but one was very clear. Jealousy. I almost sighed. Again? He didn’t say anything at first, but the hard set of his jaw and the way his fingers twitched at his sides told me everything I needed to know. I had seen this side of him before—possessive, barely holding himself back.

I asked. I tried my best to keep my voice low and calm. I didn’t want to poke the beast when he was already past irritated. He nudged my wrist with the tip of his shoe. His green eyes were filled with irritation and they flared with something else, something dark, something fierce. Jealousy.

“I wasn’t glaring.” He stopped walking. Turned to face me, amusement glittering in his eyes. “No? Because it sure looked like it. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were jealous.” My pulse stuttered. “Jealous?” I repeated, voice flat. “Yeah,” he drawled, taking a step closer. “You know green eyed monster,that is irrational and possessiveness, the whole thing. Sound familiar?” I locked my jaw, forcing my expression into stone. “You’re imagining things. Nothing of sort happened.”

My eyes looking straight and deeply into hers, even though to her, I might be behaving just like a jealous psycho that needed help, to me I fucking cared less. My eyes burning with pure jealousy as I kept on maintaining the eye lock, I watch as her lips slowly parted even though in the end all she did was ended up stammering and adding more fucking evident to my awful thoughts "I...." Her stammering words fading away in the thin air, she tried her best to break the eye lock, but when she was that it was impossible to escape my burning gaze, her legs ended up moving back. Lifting her legs up as fast as she could be, she immediately dropped the bandage on the desk, before immediately turning a

But it’s not just anger that I see in his eyes. Jealousy. Raw, ugly, and unmistakable. Well, whatcha jealous for, cheater??! I feel a little warmth blossom in my chest at the thought of having this effect on him. This...this effect where he's becoming obsessed with the idea of me.