Jealousy Got Me Strapped Mga Nobela at Kwento

I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to steady my breathing. “I’m not ‘parading’ around,” I tried to make my voice less trembly. “And for the record, there’s nothing wrong with what I wear.” His eyes darkened, his voice dropping even lower. “There is when every man in this building can see every curve that belongs to me.” I froze, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. The possessiveness in his tone was like a brand, searing into me, leaving me breathless. Wait. Is he jealous?

My mind briefly wandered to inappropriate thoughts that made me giggle internally. With newfound boldness, I smiled slyly and began to strip off my white shirt. "But it is applicable to men in my ways." I tossed the shirt aside, now wearing only the black short-sleeved bodies. I reached around my neck and yanked on my bra strap till it gave way, all the while staring intently at him. I walked up to Jason, held the makeshift constraint, and straddled his stomach with my legs crossed over his. I delicately wrapped the elastic band over his wrist while he stared at me incredulously. Then I pulled it slightly, letting the rubber snap against his skin.

Because all I could feel was the burn in my chest, the sting behind my eyes, the humiliating throb between my thighs that hadn’t stopped even now. Mr. William’s smirk deepened—just a fraction—before he turned back to the woman, murmuring something that made her laugh and press closer. And I stood there—Jeremy’s arm around me, music pounding, lights flashing—feeling like I was coming apart at the seams. Jealous. Aching. And more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. “Is he stalking you?” Jeremy’s voice cut through the pounding bass, low and edged with anger. “He must be. What a creep.”

She let out a sharp cry, pushing back against my crotch. “I swear, I swear I was mad I didn’t know how to handle the news of you being engaged to Star, and I unleashed my anger on your apartment." she intoned in a breathy voice, goosebumps covering her body like a second skin. An icy claw held me by my throat, my control simmering low and thin "Jealousy.” I roared through clenched teeth, watching her body fight the uncontrollable desire that coasted through her. “You were jealous honey and jealousy doesn’t look good on you.” I continued wiping the bits of sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand.

She was mine by right, by history, by everything we'd built together before I'd destroyed it. My hands clenched into tight fists, the knuckles turning white as my fingernails dug into my palms hard enough to draw blood. Small crescents of pain bloomed where my nails broke skin. I could feel one of the stitches on my ribs pop from the tension, a warm trickle of fresh blood seeping into the new bandage, but I didn't care. The jealousy was a living, breathing monster inside my chest, clawing at my lungs and squeezing my heart until I thought it might burst. It consumed every rational thought, every survival instinct, leaving only raw, primal possession in its wake.

Melody's POV The acrid tone of Jewel's voice sliced through the air before I even turned around."Do not think that Jones will let this slide," she snarled through gritted teeth.Her words slid through the thronged hall like a snake's venom. I froze mid-step, my back tensing. I slowly turned around and looked at her."Oh, I'm terrified," I said in a mocking tone, creating a shiver in my spine. "What are you going to do? Sell me? Or press me into low-paid work like one of your father's servants?Her eyes turned into thin slits. "You're just jealous of me!" She took a step forward, her heels clicking hard against the marble floor. "Tell me, is it because of Jay? Is it because I stole him from you?

But the jealousy nagged, tightening my chest, though I’d never admit it. The shed was hot, smelling like wood and dust. I moved to crate forty-three, checking the label, knowing it was stuffed with drugs. My hands shook as I wrote the number, my thoughts racing. “He gave me my vineyard back just to trap me,” I fumed, remembering his cold smirk in the office when he told me I’d run it for him. I wanted to destroy the crates, to run away, but his threat to burn Valeria Vines—and me—kept me here. Fear mixed with my rage, making my stomach twist. Those women’s cries, their scared eyes, haunted me. I was trapped, just like them, and it made my anger grow stronger.

Tax snorted, finally crouching dow “Jealous is putting it mild. They’ve been sucking cock and popping out babies for months or years just to earn a scrap of blanket or an extra bite of meat. Then you roll in with your fancy Crown blood, get pumped full of premium boosters, and Reaper’s already marking you as his favorite toy. They’re pissed. Some of them have been waiting for a top stud to show them that kind of attention. Instead, the new girl gets it on day two. Watch your back. Jealous cunts bite harder than the studs sometimes.” I rubbed my face trying to shake off the dizziness Before I could respond, an alarm blared across the compound. BRRRRRRRRR! Women around the pen stirred immediat

“Now you know what happens when you try to make me jealous. This is what you get. This is what I do.” Dante dragged his thumb through the mess on my stomach and smeared it higher, streaking it up my skin like a brand. His eyes were black, dangerous. “You’re marked. Don’t even think about running to another man. Don’t even think about smiling at another man. No. You’re mine to fuck. Mine to break. Mine to keep. If another bastard even breathes near you, I’ll destroy him. You’ll never belong to anyone else. Every time you feel me on your skin, remember exactly who put it there.” Heat and shame slammed into me all at once. Sticky proof of him clung to me, his jealousy rolling off him in waves s

She was afraid that, at some point, I would end up showing my love to someone else behind her back. So, she deliberately sought out Ian. She'd deliberately behaved intimately with him, picking him up on rainy days and taking photo after photo with him. She wanted to see me get jealous. She wanted me to get angry and have a fit, going berserk because of her. Only then did she feel loved, cared for, and seen. She'd think to herself, "See? That proves how much he cares about me." That gave her a twisted sense of satisfaction, making her feel secure.