Jealousy Incarnate Novels & Stories

One by one, the crowd departed, the tension gradually dissipating into a calm hum. Yet amidst the dispersing crowd, Leon’s keen eyes caught a fleeting detail—a shift in the air, a shadow across a single face. Jasper stood frozen in place, his expression darkening like a brewing storm. His eyes locked onto Aric and Leon’s intertwined hands with an intensity that bordered on unsettling. It wasn’t simple anger. It was something deeper, something far more dangerous—jealousy. Fierce, burning jealousy. The kind that twisted into something venomous, lurking just beneath the surface, waiting to erupt. His fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightened. The hatred in his gaze was unmistakable, a sile

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."

I inform and hurrily walk out, jealousy is a very bad look for me. *****************

"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.

It hit the wall with a dull thud, completely unsatisfying. My chest heaved as I paced back and forth, my bare feet slapping against the cold floor. Heat crawled up my neck and spread across my face. Jealousy — ugly, vicious jealousy — twisted like a knife in my stomach. I couldn’t stop the vivid, unwanted pictures flooding my brain. Are they kissing right now? Is he touching her? Is she on her knees for him? Is he enjoying the way she moans his name?

For a second, guilt punched through the jealousy. Because she was right. Every threat around her existed because of me. Still, possessiveness drowned everything else. “You don’t need him,” I said roughly. My hand slid slowly along her side, gripping her hip possessively. “You have me.” The air changed instantly. Tension exploded between us like gasoline catching fire. Elara’s breathing quickened. “So that’s what this is?” she whispered. “Jealousy?” I stared down at her. “No.” A pause. “Ownership.”

I don’t return to the room until Adam’s table order is ready, to look to the end of the restaurante and see him melting in attention to this redhead out of the depths of hell is too much for me. I set the tray with their orders and my hands are shaking, I balance the beers with some difficulty while she’s looking deep in his eyes and blows him a kiss. Shit, a thousand times shit, one of the beers fell on the redhead’s lap and she’s shoots me a killing stare, sure I threw the beer on her on purpose. I confess I really wanted to take her away from Adam, but what made the beer really fall was the anger that fills me by seeing him dedicate all his attention to another woman. There’s only one wor

I was shocked by the level of jealousy that overcame me. With a burning acid in my stomach it clawed at my throat. I detested this emotion. The taste of burnt toast being confined in this mansion and Tuesday mornings were all things I detested more than this. I shouldnt be jealous because he was a monster—a cold-blooded cunning emotionally deranged gargoyle in a custom suit. It wasnt fair. I should be appalled. Even more relieved that he was obviously seeing someone else demonstrating that he wasnt some sort of siren beckoning me to my demise. As though trying to persuade the fabrics very fibers I screamed angrily into the duvet