Jealousy Incarnate Novels & Stories

Being with others can be proven difficult. Jealousy couldn't be avoided though we're in the same room and eventually on the same bed. Menagerie had always been a thing with sex demons and I should've known that by taking Ranulf's kind gesture I was opening myself to a downfall. Jealousy is a bitch and I'm the hellish King that needs to put on his big boy pants and calm the fuck down. *****

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 shouted. And there it was again. This time I failed to hide it. Delusional jealousy took over when the image of other females being around him swelled to the point of unfamiliar obsession. Was this me now? Someone who acted irrationally and fanatically because the body got overflowed by weird stress hormones? "Are you jealous?" To my great horror, he noticed that too. "No." I lied. I lied tremendously. "Go away, Aiden. I have nothing to say to you."

Jaye slumped against the couch and closed her eyes, trying to steady her racing heart. Jealous? The word echoed in the silence. No. It was disgusting. Disgust for a man who could so easily cheat on his wife, disgust for herself for wanting him so desperately. It was just physical. A chemical reaction. An itch that only he could scratch. She took a deep breath, plastered the serene smile back on her face and stepped out of the room, ready to rejoin her own bachelor party

she said with contempt, her face flushed with anger. The rage of jealousy is so strong that it compels one to do anything foolish. Miguel de Cervantes.

Moira is a moral female she does not wish to possess him but why does my heart squeeze blisteringly when I mark them together, why cannot I seem to stop doubting them? Jealousy, possessiveness, suspicion are disastrous things for they wield a certain power greater than others. They can ruin a being slaying both the mind and heart concurrently. My wolf unveils her teeth at her male gnarling seethingly pacing back and forth behind her fence, she loathes what she is seeing. This she finds to be a revolting scene to behold.

Alli stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat. She didn't blink, didn't move, holding her breath until her lungs burned and her head swam. Inside, her insides twistedinto a hard, tight knot of something hot and ugly. It wasn't heartbreak—not exactly, not yet. It was something messier, something more primal. It was the choking, humiliating twist of jealousy, sharp enough to make her want to smash a beer bottle against the wall, scream until her throat was raw and bleeding, and then

The very idea of another man encroaching upon what he viewed as his territory sent waves of possessiveness crashing over him, igniting a primal instinct to defend what he believed belonged to him and him alone. The thought of Ayana being in another man's arms fueled a raging inferno of jealousy within Adam, blinding him to reason and clouding his judgment with a burning desire to reclaim what he considered rightfully his. Every fiber of his being rebelled against the idea of someone else touching what he deemed his property, and his anger bubbled like molten lava, threatening to erupt at any moment.

It was like I was the only one, when we weren't the two of us. Those times when I was very annoyed that he didn't pay attention to me. He was talking to other people and not me. He and Iya also became close. That means something. That's why I'm annoyed by his act because I'm jealous. Jealousy does a lot. Sometimes, with the intensity of jealousy you feel... it leads to doing evil. I remembered that I was jealous of Caleigha. His cousin who has a child now. I have never seen him face to face. Only on video calls.

Every muscle in her body tensed, a quiet storm of jealousy and possessiveness brewing just beneath the surface. What caught me off guard, though, was Jane’s reaction. Our connection was supposed to be nothing more than a seven-day contract, seven days of obligation, heat, and tightly controlled desire. Yet the jealousy radiating off her was fierce, sharp, raw, impossible to ignore. It struck me like fire, quick and consuming, igniting every nerve in my body.