Jealousy Incarnate Novels & Stories

But the sight of her with another man, even in this innocuous setting, still stirred a primal jealousy within me. I spent the rest of the evening battling my own emotions, struggling to maintain a facade of composure while my insides churned with a mixture of fear and possessiveness. I knew I had to let her go, to let her live her life, to trust that she would always come back to me. But it was a difficult lesson to learn, especially when my heart felt like it was breaking with every shared laugh, every stolen glance. The sight of Alexa laughing with Dr. Jeremy, her face lit up with genuine amusement, was a physical blow. Every shared joke, every fleeting touch, felt like a betrayal. Jealous

Jealousy came first. He had no word for it, had never needed one, had never had occasion to develop the concept because the concept required the possibility of someone wanting what was yours and taking it, and nothing in Eden had ever been structured around that possibility. But his body knew it instinctively, the cold-hot rush of it, the specific sick quality of recognizing a thing that should not have happened and knowing it had happened and knowing he could not unmake it. Rage came second.

“You’re my mate, and I’m the only person who gets to smile at you like that.” “You can’t stop people from smiling, Elias.” His lips curled and he leaned back in his chair. “Watch me.” I frowned. “Elias-” “I’m not going to apologize for my jealousy, Isadora, because that’s how it is with me. I’m a lycan, and we’re fucking possessive. You’re my mate, and the mere thought of anyone looking at you in any way makes me murderous.” “That doesn’t sound very healthy,” I whispered and he laughed.

Jealousy surged within me, an uncontrollable fire threatening to consume my senses. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I watched them, my mind inundated with irrational thoughts. I wanted to storm into that restaurant, to pull Lyza away from that man and claim her as my own. It pained me to see her with another, even though we had not yet established a formal relationship. The possessiveness within me reared its ugly head, a primal instinct that yearned to mark her as mine. In the depths of my jealousy, I found myself engaging in a heated conversation with myself, my voice tinged with possessiveness and longing.

It doesn’t take a genius to see the resemblance. Kyle. She looks enough like him for the connection to hit immediately. And she’s beautiful. Happy. And I hate her. The realization slams into me so abruptly it almost pisses me off more than the picture itself. Something dark and molten surges through my veins, a cocktail of fury and—God help me—something uglier. Something that claws at my chest and leaves me breathless. Jealousy. A vicious, irrational jealousy I have absolutely no explanation for. The kind that doesn’t make sense. The kind that has no right to exist. But it does. And it burns.

"What's there to be jealous about?" I smiled, the knowing kind. It was easy to see what she was really feeling, even if she didn't want to admit it. Jealousy was natural when a mate was close to another woman. Hell, I’d felt the sting when I saw Isabel clinging onto Zane before I even knew he was my mate. And I had a feeling Seraphina was going through something similar, even if she wouldn’t own it.

Gently, she took my hand and whispered, "If you don't want to let go, I'll die for you. If you don't want the responsibility, I'll go to jail in your place." No sooner had she said those words than she yanked the rosary bead bracelet off my wrist, snapping it apart. She used the moment to pull me into a hug, her sharp nails digging deep into my burned back. "But please, don't make Milton mad. I can't bear to see him upset," she whispered. I didn't even have time to cry out. Instinctively, I shoved her away. A glass cup on the nightstand tipped and crashed to the floor. The shards pierced through the sole of my foot, and a fresh jolt of pain shot through my hand as I caught myself.

Jealousy and doubt twisted in my chest while his parents and Missy gushed over her, amazed at how long it had been since they’d last seen her. Even as they sat side by side at the table, the way his eyes lingered on her, and the subtle way his body leaned just slightly in her direction, felt like a relentless drill. I could feel heat creeping up the back of my neck, my ears burning as if someone had whispered a forbidden secret. My fingers trembled under the table, betraying the jealousy that twisted like a snake in my chest, coiling tighter with each stolen glance between them. I bit my lip hard, trying to contain the fiery ache that curled inside me, like an unwelcome guest refusing to lea

“I..just want to make you jealous…..” “I’m jealous!” He cut me off, getting into my face and staring at me as if he wanted to kill me. “I’m fucking jealous. I’ve never felt this before! You’re driving me fucking insane, Noelle. You’ve provoked my inside demons. You’ve provoked me so fucking badly! No woman has this much power as you have over me! Now, I’m going to punish you for this impact on me!”

She was everything I wasn't. And me? I was the girl with a blind and dull right eye. People flinched when they looked into it. There was no security camera in that corner, so I took the blame. Even my own mother looked at me with disgust. "Sienna, she's your sister. How could you hate her so much?"