Jealousy Incarnate Novels & Stories

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

The bond, the mark—whatever he had on her pulled him like a hook in the jaw. He moved like a man starved, and Jace and Elias fell in behind him without a word. So I followed. My Jealousy is an ugly thing. It sits under my ribs and makes a home there. It whispers. It says, he got to her first. It says, you had centuries and you wasted them. It says, you had Elara and you put a blade in her heart, and now the universe gave you a second chance and you’re still behind. I wanted to hate myself for it. For the way i said her name like it was a prayer. For the way Lucian’s wolf answered to her even when he was poisoned and bleeding. For the way he didn’t hesitate to go find her.

To see him free of that shadow, even if it meant he was free of me, was a balm to a corner of my soul. But then the other tide rolled in, cold and sharp: jealousy. A bitter, acidic jealousy that burned through my veins. Why wasn't I the one making him laugh like that? Why wasn't I the one sharing that easy camaraderie? It was a selfish, ugly emotion, yet undeniably potent. I stood there, a silent sentinel amidst the cacophony, watching him, studying every nuance of his expression.

The name slid out of her like a sigh, full of longing that made Caelum’s teeth clench. Heat snapped through him, irrational and sharp. Jealousy wasn’t new—demons were born in packs of it—but this felt different. It wasn’t the covetous frustration of seeing power he couldn’t match, or status he’d never reach. It was small, sharp, and particular. He wished she hadn’t said his name like that. He wished he hadn’t heard it. The sound lodged under his breastbone like shrapnel, vibrating every time he drew breath.

His Stormy eyes were filled with fire, hatred, resentment, guilt, and last but not the least bitterness. And if I have to Combine all those feelings in one word than it would be, Jealousy. Carlos Vincent was jealous. He was that jealous of that made up character that he could easily burn this room down with just the look in his eye. Damn Celine! You are in trouble. Xx__xX

Today I learnt a new emotion about human beings. JEALOUSY. Jealousy is an emotion that can consume a person entirely, leaving them blinded by their insecure feelings. It can be as simple as wanting to be more beautiful, or as complicated as wanting to be better than someone else. But right now, all I wanted was to rip that clingy woman off my husband and crush her with my bare hands. Woah! Arielle, crazy much. Relax, she's just a random woman and you're his wife.

"Jealousy is a potent indicator of a woman's true feelings." "Jealousy?" I asked, perplexed. "You want me to make her jealous? How?" Vigo explained his plan, and the memory of that conversation resurfaced within me. I absentmindedly touched the marks on my neck, a mischievous smirk tugging at my lips. My warriors couldn't hide their amusement as they watched me search for greenfield snails along the riverbank. These snails were known to create fake hickeys, a perfect tool to incite jealousy in a lover. They teased me with their eyes, silently acknowledging the intent behind my actions. However, they respected me enough not to vocalize their amusement. That's one thing I appreciated about my

The cold calculation in her eyes ignited into raw, burning fury. “Jealousy?” Jenna’s laugh was harsh, ugly, devoid of any pretense. “Of you? Don’t make me laugh, you little nobody!” She took a step back, her posture radiating contempt. “You think I’m jealous of your thrift-store rags? Your scholarship struggles? Your boring, insignificant little life? Jealous of you catching the eye of a bored billionaire playing a game? A game I set in motion?” Isabel stared, the confirmation hitting her like a physical blow, worse than Alessandro’s accusations. The horror wasn't just intellectual; it was visceral, a betrayal that cut to the bone marrow of their shared history. “You… you admit it?”