Jealousy Incarnate Novels & Stories

draping themselves over him like he was theirs to devour and something inside me twisted. It was a slow and burning pain all sharp and cruel in the way it spread through my chest. It settled deep, coiling like a viper ready to strike and suffocating at the same time. It was Jealousy. Ugly and all consuming and impossible to ignore. It clawed at my ribs demandign to be let out, screaming at me to do something like rip them away from him or to drag them off his lap and remind him exactly who he once called his. But I didn’t.

His eyes, his voice, his scent, his body — everything about him drives me insane… just like his fiancée does. Jealousy. Intense, burning, suffocating — vile, like a venomous snake coiling inside me. I never thought I could be this jealous! I’ve never felt anything like it before. When I see Nicole next to him, I can’t help but imagine what kind of death would suit her best. Should I tear her apart right there in the office, turning her into a bloody mess? Or throw her out the window without even opening it? Poison her, maybe? Or at least slip something laxative into her coffee? I can’t help these thoughts. Thank the Moon Goddess I can at least let them stay in my imagination.

I manage to sneak past Jessica Evans hall director apartment undetected. I have a feeling I will be hearing about her date and that she will rub Blake Oakley down all the dormitory women's throats. I don't want to be the jealous type. Being jealous is not a place anyone should be in. I don't even know where jealousy comes from or where it's origin story began. I imagine some Greek god concocted jealousy and now us mere mortals are forced to live with this consequence. Jealousy is born from chaos, chaos lives in the hearts of those who are in love.

It can only mean one thing. My stomach clenches with a sudden, ugly jolt that has nothing to do with fear. It’s a raw, immediate wave of something hot and bitter. Jealousy rises like bile in my throat. I shouldn’t care about the women he used to fuck. He’s my captor, my jailer, the monster I despise. But the thought of his perfect, ruthless body being intimate with any of these simpering, envious women, pumping into them, allowing them to share his bed, sends a spike of irrational rage through me. Has he fucked any of them in the bed we share? I’ll throw it out in a heartbeat.

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.

Low, deadly, possessive. And for the first time, I feel it. A dark jealousy. From Scar.

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.

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.