Jealousy Incarnate Novels & Stories

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.

draping themselves over him like he was theirs to devour and something inside me twisted. It was a slow and burning pain all sharp and cruel in the way it spread through my chest. It settled deep, coiling like a viper ready to strike and suffocating at the same time. It was Jealousy. Ugly and all consuming and impossible to ignore. It clawed at my ribs demandign to be let out, screaming at me to do something like rip them away from him or to drag them off his lap and remind him exactly who he once called his. But I didn’t.

His eyes, his voice, his scent, his body — everything about him drives me insane… just like his fiancée does. Jealousy. Intense, burning, suffocating — vile, like a venomous snake coiling inside me. I never thought I could be this jealous! I’ve never felt anything like it before. When I see Nicole next to him, I can’t help but imagine what kind of death would suit her best. Should I tear her apart right there in the office, turning her into a bloody mess? Or throw her out the window without even opening it? Poison her, maybe? Or at least slip something laxative into her coffee? I can’t help these thoughts. Thank the Moon Goddess I can at least let them stay in my imagination.

I manage to sneak past Jessica Evans hall director apartment undetected. I have a feeling I will be hearing about her date and that she will rub Blake Oakley down all the dormitory women's throats. I don't want to be the jealous type. Being jealous is not a place anyone should be in. I don't even know where jealousy comes from or where it's origin story began. I imagine some Greek god concocted jealousy and now us mere mortals are forced to live with this consequence. Jealousy is born from chaos, chaos lives in the hearts of those who are in love.

It can only mean one thing. My stomach clenches with a sudden, ugly jolt that has nothing to do with fear. It’s a raw, immediate wave of something hot and bitter. Jealousy rises like bile in my throat. I shouldn’t care about the women he used to fuck. He’s my captor, my jailer, the monster I despise. But the thought of his perfect, ruthless body being intimate with any of these simpering, envious women, pumping into them, allowing them to share his bed, sends a spike of irrational rage through me. Has he fucked any of them in the bed we share? I’ll throw it out in a heartbeat.