Jealousy Incarnate Novels & Stories

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.

The third time—when her gaze lingered just a second too long, I felt something snap. Jealousy is an ugly thing. It doesn’t announce itself politely. It doesn’t wait to be understood. It hits fast, sharp, and without regard for context or reason. And it doesn’t care how old you are or how disciplined you’ve trained yourself to be. All it cares about is possession.

“Man, my door? They can't be that dangerous; they are people I know and simply acted out of jealousy. Oh shit, I just let out that I knew who they were. “Oh, now you're opening up, but there's something you need to know about jealousy: it drains the blood, and until it convinces itself there's nothing to be jealous of, it gets rid of all that's in its way; it's like cancer.” “Hmmm, you sound like you've been betrayed before.” “If you lived in my world, you'd know jealousy is just a fickle excuse, but it births betrayal.” “Let me go, so I won't have to be part of your world.” “I'm sorry, but you're already part of it.” “What do you mean I'm part of it?” “I'll fill you in with more details; fo

I hiss, shoving at his chest. His laugh is dark, sinful. “Jealous? Sugar, I’m beyond jealous. I’m insane for you. And when you act like this… it drives me fucking mad.” To Be Continued...

The touch was innocent, born from shared pain, but it sent a spark of extreme jealousy through Jax that ignited like gasoline on fire. Jax’s eyes burned with possessive rage as he watched Elara comfort the man who had been both ally and rival. The recording’s implications hung heavy in the air, but Jax’s jealousy overshadowed everything else, turning the moment into something dangerous and charged. The inside job had fractured their trust completely, leaving them all raw and exposed in ways that made every interaction feel like walking through a minefield.

Frustration welled up inside her as she questioned Axel's loyalty and commitment. "What's wrong with this loser... Can't he see how much I'm trying?" Her inner thoughts seethed with anger and resentment. "Still, he's running behind her... bloody slut." The bitterness of her inner dialogue reflected the depth of Jennie's jealousy and insecurity, Jennie's jealousy and determination reached a boiling point, she resolved to take drastic measures to ensure Axel's permanent commitment to her. With a cold determination, she decided that today would be the day she would finally have him, no matter the cost.

I have never been jealous before. I have always viewed jealousy as a pointless and useless emotion that only strokes the other person's ego. And I have actually never liked anyone enough to be jealous, except now. I had been more than annoyed with Mr Zukov's stupid buddy system when I found out that my partner was going to be the antichrist herself, Camila. But now that I am looking at Kristen with her partner, I resent it. While my partner is a bitchy dark haired she devil with blood red pointy fake nails, Kristen's partner is non other than Santiago freaking Monroe!

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