Jealousy Incarnate Novels & Stories

He’s looking right at her with those I-want-to-devour-you eyes The caption says ‘Don Romano’s Wife Finding New Interests?’ I stare at it. The words blur for a second before everything inside me goes cold. My thumb tightens around the phone until I almost hear it crack. I feel something unfamiliar crawl up my throat. Jealousy. Pure and ugly. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s always a feeling of possession. Not jealousy. But this time, it’s different.

he declares. My heart lurches to my feet when the weight of his words strikes it down. There’s no way I’m mistaken about what I’m feeling - I’m jealous towards a dead woman! But what’s even more unacceptable is that that jealousy is a proof of what I’ve been battling not to figure out - I’m falling in love with Mr. Davide, a man whom I must kill and a man who has every reason to destroy me and my race!

“Oops… w-wasn’t for you…” The words hit me like a bullet to the chest. Wasn’t for me- Then who the fuck was it for? Where the fuck was she even- My mind exploded in pure, blinding rage. Jealousy burned hot, violent, psychotic and flooded every vein in my body. Someone else had seen those tits-? Someone else had almost received what belonged to me. Nicholas and Dante watched me, sensing the instant shift in the air. I clenched my fist so hard my knuckles turned white. Before I could snarl anything, the line went dead. She hung up on me.

Jealous: feeling or showing envy of someone or their achievements and advantages. Nero "I'm still not sure about sending him off with Vesper. Remind me why am I doing this again?" Tessa asked me for the third or maybe fourth time already. I know that I should be bored by now. She had told me that she did not expect sudden care for other humans or vampires. Tessa confessed that it came so suddenly that she didn't think it was in her to give a damn in the first place.

"You sense it too?” Elena frowned. "Sense what?” “Jealousy " he said, letting the word linger. "Not ordinary envy… jealousy. The kind that doesn’t just whisper threats. Acts on them. The kind that doesn’t tolerate being ignored.” Her chest tightened. "Who?” Adrian’s eyes flicked toward the mansion’s monitors. Small anomalies in security feeds had been flagged. "Someone close " he said. "Someone who believes they are entitled. Someone whose envy has turned into obsession.”

So I stayed hidden, bleeding, watching the man I paid use the woman I loved like she was his personal fuck toy. I saw her come, hard. Her back arched, mouth open in a silent scream, pussy gushing around his cock. I saw him fill her, thick white cum leaking out of her stretched hole and running down her beautiful thighs. I saw her collapse against his chest, whispering my name like he was me. The jealousy was so deep it felt like my heart was being ripped out and stomped on. I wasn’t just jealous of his cock inside her. I was jealous of the ghost she thought he was. She was giving her body to a lie, and the lie was wearing my face.

What was that? Just what in the hell was that? The burn of jealousy is new and unwanted. When she mentioned my friend with that note of interest in her voice something inside me reared its ugly head. I know it's ugly because the feeling was dark as fuck. Dark and almost feral.

Caressing it and stroking it, I bowed down my head along with an apology. I can see in the corners of my eye that Jocelyn is rolling her eyes and Gyzell is glaring at me as if to silently say that ‘it’s all your fault’. Well, is it really my fault for angering Darwin just because of a mere jealousy? Maybe, partly yes. But being easily envious is a part of Darwin’s personality already. It’s him. And I cannot change that. I loved him so much that I don’t want to change anything about him. In fact, it’s his choice to be jealous and for abruptly concluding, without giving an eye on what Lushan and I are really talking about. Jealousy is a poison that slowly corrupts one’s system, as they say.

“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

“Thick as thieves. Look at them, together like that. Careful… Next thing you know, he’ll be screwing her in your bed.” I didn’t want to listen to that thing, but as I saw Liam and Ella approaching the house together, smiling and laughing, something ugly and fetid twisted inside of me—as if the entity itself was reaching through my body, past my spine and into my chest, curling its pitch black fingers around my heart and squeezing until my arteries began to pump the same inky fluid through my veins. Jealousy. It curled inside of me, wholly and truly, for the first time in months. It was the same thing I’d felt when I initially thought that Liam and Ella were sleeping together, only more inten