Novel & Cerita Jealousy Incarnate

The gesture was so intimate, so loving, that something ugly and hot twisted in my chest. Jealousy. Pure, vicious jealousy.

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.

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.

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...

“You’re my mate, and I’m the only person who gets to smile at you like that.” “You can’t stop people from smiling, Elias.” His lips curled and he leaned back in his chair. “Watch me.” I frowned. “Elias-” “I’m not going to apologize for my jealousy, Isadora, because that’s how it is with me. I’m a lycan, and we’re fucking possessive. You’re my mate, and the mere thought of anyone looking at you in any way makes me murderous.” “That doesn’t sound very healthy,” I whispered and he laughed.

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.

I said and was about to walk out, but she stopped me by holding the hem of my school blazer. "I-i... I was jealous," she softly said. But I heard that we were just inches apart from each other. I was looking at her, but she was looking down; I couldn't see her eyes and tell if she is telling the truth. "What did you say?" Though I heard her, I let her repeat what she said. "I was jealous." She repeats. "Why?" I softly said. I don't have the energy to argue now. Then she revealed that Camila's parents were constantly comparing me to her even when we were in elementary school. They will tell Camila straight in the face that I was their ideal daughter and that they wished I was their own instea

Jones finished releasing all the anger she had pent-up. “What the fuck do you want me to do Shanen?” Mr. Jones asked with hands held out wide. “This wasn’t my idea remember?” he asked as he slowly spun around and place his hand on his forehead, “You were the one that befriended that slut!” he shouted.