Jealousy Incarnate Novels & Stories

Alvin muttered under his breath, his voice low and bitter, each word laced with the heat of his jealousy. The question echoed in his mind, filling him with a sense of frustration and helplessness that he couldn’t shake. His pulse quickened, the steady thump of his heartbeat growing erratic as the jealousy tightened its grip on him. Every fiber of his being bristled with the emotions he had kept buried for so long, and now, watching Patricia laugh so effortlessly with Caleb, those feelings surged to the surface, impossible to ignore.

It's a visceral, heart-wrenching experience that takes hold of us when we least expect it, and it can transform the brightest of days into the darkest of nights. Jealousy, often referred to as the green-eyed monster, is a complex and powerful emotion. It can strike anyone, anywhere, at any time. It begins as a subtle whisper, a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, and before you know it, it has taken root in your heart, engulfing you in a whirlwind of torment and despair.

It doesn't come in colors but waves. Doesn't know reason but desire. Doesn't care the method but the result. Not from Allah but shaytwaan. It is the green-eyed monster. Jealous, envy if you may call it that. It's more about why not mine, why someone else's. Why does someone possess something? Why don’t I? ~Humeyra THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V

Layla's voice was a shrill scream, her words echoing off the walls. "How dare she own a successful company like that! She has the audacity, the unmitigated gall to launch it on the same day I was set to unveil my new collection!" Her rage was palpable, a living, breathing thing that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Layla's eyes flashed with a malevolent intensity, her mind consumed by a bitter jealousy. She couldn't bear the thought of Hazel's triumph, her success a stark reminder of Layla's failures. The room seemed to close in around her, the walls suffocating her, as she struggled to draw breath.

★One Year Ago★ Jade sat on the floor, sobbing loudly and scratching her arms, trying to get rid of the feel of her harasser's skin against hers. She kept replaying the last few hours in her mind. She could still feel his body against hers and it made her feel worthless and dirty. And like a thousand bugs were crawling through her skin, eating her up.

My wolf, who’s been purring in satisfaction ever since Kieran let me keep my hand on his back, rears up with a low, vicious snarl that echoes in my skull. No. Ours. He is OURS. He screamed my name. He came apart in my mouth. He belongs to ME. That one is a threat. Remove him. The jealousy is instant, visceral, and it’s a taste I’ve never known. It’s bitter as bile. It’s a poison. I’m not just angry, I’m feeling insecure. The feeling is so alien I almost choke on it. Me. Alexei Basov. Insecure. Kieran’s laugh, a soft, genuine sound, cuts through my haze. "You haven't changed a bit, Eli. Still casing the room for valuables?"

He was about to slip away when Ethan's following words pinned him to the spot. "If Elena leaves, I'll submit an anonymous article telling of the love story between you and your ex-lover to the publisher and make sure your current lover, Louise, reads it. I guarantee you that 'The Romantic Affairs of a Beta' will be the headline of the year." Cameron inhaled sharply. "Ethan, no! I take back my words, every single one of them!" Before he could further plead for mercy, Ethan's subordinate, Frank Joville, dashed in as though a ghost were after him.

And although I knew her body had responded so fiercely because of me, the mere thought that another man had stood close enough to touch her while she longed for my hands nearly shattered my sanity. “You’re mine,” I growled into the wind, my fists clenching so tightly my fingernails nearly pierced my leather gloves. “No one else touches you.” Jealousy wasn’t merely an emotion. It awakened inside me like a steel-clawed beast demanding blood. If that ice-cold stranger had made even one wrong move… If he’d dared look at her as though she belonged to him… I swore by every god I’d ever cursed that I would skin him alive.

It’s not like I have been honest with her from the get-go and if I had walked into the bakery unannounced, finding Chase or Kip standing butt-naked in front of her… Well, firstly, I’d tear their fucking head off, clean from their shoulders, like an animal high on meth. Then, I’d turn to face Keri and think the fucking worse, even though she has given me no real reason not to trust her. Jealousy is a horrible trait. It’s dangerous and can drive people to do the unthinkable. I mean, shit, I’ve just pictured myself murdering a bastard who dared to stand butt-naked, attempting to seduce, my wife. I burst through the ground floor door the moment my feet touch the bottom of the stairs. I look righ

The jealousy that burned in my chest at that moment was something I hadn’t felt in years something I didn’t even recognize in myself. Jealousy! I hate the word, it makes men weak, desperate, and irrational. And yet, when I think of that man touching her, I want to break something. Break him And then I think of Bella biting her lip under me, and I want to break my own damn rules.