Jealousy Incarnate Novels & Stories

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 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

Single. I feel no hot surge of jealousy. I dissect that emotion, as I have all others. Jealousy implies a fear of loss, a recognition that another’s claim might supersede your own. I do not fear. I assess. This man is not a threat to my possession; he is a new variable in my equation. The question is one of application. How best to utilize him?

She put her lips in a pout. "You should not let terrible friends influence you. Justine is a really hot guy," I paused to swallow the lump that had grown in my throat. "And basically every girl wants him. You know better than everyone that you are really lucky. Who knows how many of your friends want your relationship to end because they are jealous of you?" Caramel was blind to these sort of things. Anyone who had him to claim and thought they wanted to lose that bond, was definitely crazy.

The Goddess whose magic was currently scratching at my insides clapped her hands together and grinned, “I can’t tell you how pleased I was to see that you brought her along. Her jealousy is delicious. So savage—so bloodthirsty!” “Control yourself, little wolf. Nothing happened between us, I swear it.” He pleaded softly. “Don’t you see?” I snarled through gritted teeth. “I. Can’t.” “What is the meaning of this?” Elias’s oceanic eyes darted between the three of us, ignoring Juniper completely. “What trouble have you caused now, Jade?” The joy on her face soured, sharpening the soft curves of her cheeks until they appeared sharp enough to cut. As the hair growing along my arms lifted, I realize

“I have Alpha blood, Amara. I would have my own consorts, right?” Something disgusting crawls inside of me that had me blinking rapidly. It wasn’t quick like something that just passes, it wasn’t a fleeting emotion. It was big, and heavy, and whatever it was made me feel angry. I wasn’t stupid, I knew it was jealousy. Only jealousy would make you feel angry and insecure at the same time. It was one of those things that you couldn’t control but at the same time is one of those things that you can hide for so long until it eats you whole.

again in that breathy, submissive way she did. My hand slipped down my stomach almost on instinct, fingers hovering just above my soaked pussy. I was dripping, clit swollen and sensitive. But I stopped myself, curling my fingers into a fist. I didn’t want to touch myself while listening to them. It felt wrong. Dirty in a way that twisted the knife deeper. This jealousy was new and ugly, something I hadn’t prepared for when I started this game. I hated this feeling. I hated how jealous I was of my own mother.

"What did you say? Who would ever be jealous of—" "You're so jealous that you curse me, hoping to use the opportunity to jump in and seduce Aiden, aren't you?" Alma interrupted nonchalantly, her gaze radiating utter contempt for the traitor. "Your inherent nature of eyeing what belongs to others—it seems you haven't dropped it after all these years."

she reprimanded “Jealousy, yeah? Call it any fucking name you want!.." “And listen, she's not his wife. Sophia isn't his wife but a contracted wife. The romance, the make outs, everything they display when no one is there is annoying me. Romantic moves are only meant to be displayed when people are watching, not secretly!” I continued, feeling my anger increasing. It was as if all the jealousy I'd grown were increasing on their own and turning into hatred.. “Jessica, you're going insane!" Lena exclaimed.