Jealousy Incarnate Novels & Stories

“Let me spell it out to you. Tell me the woman who has your heart now. You promised me the seat of the Luna Queen so it does not matter if you met another woman while you were away.” Jealousy, they say, is a spirit that can drive a man in love to madness and right there, I felt an onset of madness. It raged inside me. I could already feel the texture of the blood of this other woman on my hands. I burned with hatred for her already.

The idea of her being intimate with someone else fills me with a toxic mix of jealousy and anger, intensifying the turmoil within me. The overwhelming emotions of possessiveness and jealousy grip me tightly as I stand on the terrace, struggling to contain the turbulent thoughts swirling in my mind. The idea of Saraya being intimate with someone else fills me with a sense of betrayal and anger, fueling my need to assert control over her. In a moment of realization, I acknowledge that Saraya is not someone to be objectified or degraded. She is mine and mine alone, and I have a deep sense of ownership over her. As the intensity of my emotions begins to subside, I slowly release my grip on the r

I can’t recall ever feeling jealous or possessive about Mike. Heartbroken yes, but when I learned he was cheating I didn’t feel envy for Kate, only sorrow for myself and all those wasted years. But I feel jealous now. I feel a possessive fury unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Something raw and primal is building up inside me, and I don’t know how to identify it or reign it in. Is this the pup too? Staking its claim on its father? Or have I lost my mind?

"Why will I call that psycho when I'm having a beautiful, hot, sexy, bold and fiesty wife standing in front of me in my shirt?" "Day by day, you're becoming naughty husband," She teased. "For you only, my jaan. Why are you so jealous when I solely belong to you?" "I'm jealous because my husband is sinfully hot and handsome. Every girl wants him. I don't want to share you with anyone. In college, every girls looks you like a piece of meat. It's as if they are ready to eat you any time. I want to kill them for eye raping you with their eagle eyes."

I saw in the direction where Alisia went,clutching tight my hand on the stearing wheel. "Just wait and watch Alisia. What I will do with you...!!!" I said to myself. Igniting the car engine I went to KNIGHT MANSION calling off the wretched night. A/P "Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy - in fact, they are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other."

Jealousy. G****e described jealousy as the feeling or showing an envious resentment of someone or their achievements, possessions, or perceived advantages. I didn't know her nor of her achievements and possessions so there was no way I was jealous even though it took a couple of minutes for them to remember my presence in the room. After they parted from the hug, Niklaus turned to me paving way for me to get a glimpse of Ava clearly. She had an oval face, full lips, black hair that was tied up in a ponytail and don't get me started on her body. She was a ten over ten.

She seemed so happy to be his concubine. The spark of jealousy within me was now roaring like an inferno but I tried hard to ignore the feeling of jealousy trying to consume me. I tried really hard, but I couldn't win against my emotions. I couldn’t control the anger and jealousy that had begun to crawl its venom inside me. And the pressure radiating from me seemed to roll off in thick waves. I clenched and unclenched my fists, taking deep breaths to steady my nerves, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for me to stand, my palms were sweaty and I pushed past Asher and his whore. I was reeling with anger. The jealousy within me was so strong that I could taste the bitterness in my mout

She was mine by right, by history, by everything we'd built together before I'd destroyed it. My hands clenched into tight fists, the knuckles turning white as my fingernails dug into my palms hard enough to draw blood. Small crescents of pain bloomed where my nails broke skin. I could feel one of the stitches on my ribs pop from the tension, a warm trickle of fresh blood seeping into the new bandage, but I didn't care. The jealousy was a living, breathing monster inside my chest, clawing at my lungs and squeezing my heart until I thought it might burst. It consumed every rational thought, every survival instinct, leaving only raw, primal possession in its wake.

He had earned the right to look at her that way. I hadn't. My hands curled into fists at my sides. Jealousy burned through me. Hot and irrational and completely hypocritical. I had no right to be jealous. No right to resent Lucas for being what I should have been. No right to feel possessive over a woman I had thrown away like garbage. But I felt it anyway. The primal part of me—the wolf that still recognized Irene as mine—wanted to tear Lucas apart. Wanted to eliminate the threat. Wanted to claim what belonged to me.

This is getting too hot for me to watch. Whoever said Jealousy is a bitch is so right. Jealousy is really a bitch that would fuck up your mind and rile up your whole body.