Jealousy Incarnate Novels & Stories

His hands clenched into a fist as he imagined shooting that guy who had once gotten his little wife obsessed with himself. Just the thought made his heart throb and his blood rush. He was Jealous. It was an unfamiliar and overwhelming feeling. The thought of Aarunya crushing on some guy from her neighbourhood made his blood boil. He wanted to hunt him down and beat him up for even having you look his way. But she is his now. And he has to claim that. His eyes narrowed, a dangerous look on his face.? S The alpha male instincts inside him were raging to kill anyone who his wife looked at in the past and then claim his wife all to himself.

The butler remained expressionless, "Our young lady said if you come again, we'll call the police." Nathan's smile froze on his face. He looked up at my bedroom window in disbelief, as if asking why. I stood behind the curtain, watching the scene coldly. Once, I had loved him with all my heart, yet he had tossed me aside like trash. Now, I felt nothing but disgust and hatred for him. James and Nathan—one my former brother, the other my former fiancé—had once been the most important people in my life. Now they were like two drowned rats, ruthlessly turned away at my door.

I was a sucker for pretty faces. The only reason I agreed to date Isabelle was because she was passable-looking as partner material. It had only been a few days since junior year started when my roommate came over to me and awkwardly said, "Damian, I just spotted your girlfriend getting pretty close to that well-known broke pretty boy by the campus lake." I immediately rolled up my sleeves and rushed toward the lake. From a distance, I saw Isabelle standing very close to a slim young man. But the moment I got a good look at his face, I froze. "Damn! This guy was insanely handsome!" He was so good-looking that even I, as another guy, was jealous. Isabelle frowned and stepped in front of me.

REBECCA "Well, I would describe jealousy as a wave. It crashes into your heart with a mix of emotions. Anger and sadness. Most of the time, it's not a pleasant feeling, but it hurts. Right here," she said, placing her hand over her heart. "It hurts. Your chest tightens, and it feels like you can't breathe. Sometimes you might feel like crying or becoming so furious that you want to resort to violence, like punching someone in the face. I can't exactly put it into words, but it's quite overwhelming."

The air in the room was still heavy, thick with the scent of skin and secrets, but the illusion of warmth had already curdled into ice. Then it hit me. The jealousy didn’t just rise—it tore through my chest like a jagged blade, a blinding, green-eyed fury that knocked the wind straight out of my lungs. It was toxic, corrosive poison flooding my veins, burning away every last trace of the innocent girl I used to be. Vera.

Maybe even too much. Heitor let out a bitter laugh. The kind that hurts more than any cry. “That phase is over. It’s unbearable, Alex. She has fits of jealousy almost every day. Last week she made me sleep on the couch because a resident called me a “cute doctor” in the elevator.” I took a long sip. It burned in my throat, but it wasn’t enough to erase the discomfort. “Jealousy is not love,” I murmured. “It’s insecurity disguised as possession.”

The jealousy he had been nursing all night exploded into a desperate, needy hunger. "Yes," he hissed, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly low register. He grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against him, his hands digging into the silk of her gown. "I am jealous. I am losing my goddamn mind with it. Every time I see a man look at you, I want to tear his eyes out. I want to lock you in this room, bolt the door, and never let another living soul see you. I want to tear this dress off you and mark every inch of your skin so clearly that no other man would ever dare think you were free."

"It wouldn't matter if she didn't constantly want to drive me crazy." "Yeah, because you're angry, I think you're jealous." "Jealousy? Why should I be jealous?" "If you're not jealous, why should you care what Madison does? If you're not jealous then why are you upset when you see Madison with your husband?" "Not jealous, but a little annoyed." Jennifer replied. When Jennifer finished, Aline laughed and replied. "Discomfort is the first manifestation of jealousy, you idiot." Jennifer was silent for a while and then continued:

“And since I’m neither of those things, you don’t have any claim over me. Which makes all these irritating actions you keep showing… completely pointless.” And, suddenly, he took a slow step forward, closing just enough distance for his presence to press a little harder into the space between us. “If I told you that I don’t like seeing you with other men especially low-ranked ones, would that change anything?” His stare didn’t waver. “Like I said, I only get mad because I’m seeing how easily you’re able to be comfortable with others. And I thought, I was the only one you were like that with.” “Jealousy,” he said next. “Can show up in different ways, whether it’s toward your mate, your friend

The questions swirled with her nausea, making her head pound with unbearable pressure. Outside the dining hall, hidden in the shadowed alcove of the grand hallway, Isabel stood motionless, her lithe body pressed against the cold marble wall. She had overheard every single word Elias’s innocent “new mommy” curiosity, Adrian’s possessive declarations, Cecilia’s broken pleas, the way his voice softened only for the boy before hardening again into obsession. Her hands clenched into tight fists, perfectly manicured nails digging deep into her palms until warm blood trickled down her wrists. White-hot jealousy surged through her veins like liquid fire, scorching away any remaining restraint.