Jealousy Is As Cruel As The Grave Meaning 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. *****

How much did she hear before she spoke and alerted us to her conscious state? “How are you feeling little one?” Zander leans over her, cups her cheek in his hand and plants a soft kiss on her sweet, full lips. Heat rises up my spine and my neck feels like it’s on fire. So this is what jealousy feels like. I expected something different , like my vision to go blurry, isn’t that what jealousy is meant to feel like? “No, you are thinking of rage. Blind rage. It’s a common turn of phrase.” Liberty’s voice sounds in my head. I would have though she said it out loud, it was that clear, however her lips didn’t move.

"I think you're jealous." My jaw drops, "J-jealous? You think I'm jealous? God, you are so full of yourself! I'm just doing my job, which is to be informed of everything you tell the press. The fact that you get 'jealousy' out of that is—" "You're right, you're right. You aren't jealous. You're envious. Because jealousy is when you're afraid of losing something that's already yours. Envy is when you want something that you can't, don't, and will most likely never have," Sebastian looks down at everyone and continues with: "Envy seems like a more suitable word then, right?"

Kael’s POV Jealousy and greed are like poisons that twist people into doing shit they never thought they’d do. Mix them together, and it’s the worst kind of hell a man can feel. They don’t always leave marks on the body, but damn, they carve up your mind and soul until you’re bleeding inside, raw and empty. My soul got scarred by that combo a long time ago, and it wasn’t my fault. Put anyone in my shoes, and they’d crack the same way. All my life, I’d been measured against Leon and compared every damn time.

Poor Hayat, Poor Aayan your precious baby boy will be an orphan. "Good. Tell them to make it fly", I tell him, and then I hang up the phone. Jealousy can make someone kill another person. But what if you can get the same thing by working hard for it? If there's a will there will always be a way If there isn't a way try and make one or improvise one. Jealousy is poison to the heart and someone's life. Be happy with what you have because someone else is struggling to get where you are.

REBECCA "Well, I would describe jealousy as a wave. It crashes into your heart with a mix of emotions. Anger and sadness. Most of the time, it's not a pleasant feeling, but it hurts. Right here," she said, placing her hand over her heart. "It hurts. Your chest tightens, and it feels like you can't breathe. Sometimes you might feel like crying or becoming so furious that you want to resort to violence, like punching someone in the face. I can't exactly put it into words, but it's quite overwhelming."

"Aye, and whose fault is it that I must? Why did you not tell me that filthy thrall had ensnared him? And now I see she has her claws in you as well!" "Enough. Go to bed." "No! We must act—I will see that little whore dead before she steals him fully!" "Crystal, beloved as you are, your stupidity wearies me. Kill her, and he will tear you limb from limb. No man suffers his prize to be taken." "Then it is true! She is more than she seems. I cannot bear it!" She snarled like a cornered wolf. "Peace, sister. I have my own designs. Remember the old saying: ‘A jealous wolf bites its own tail.’"

Layla's voice was a shrill scream, her words echoing off the walls. "How dare she own a successful company like that! She has the audacity, the unmitigated gall to launch it on the same day I was set to unveil my new collection!" Her rage was palpable, a living, breathing thing that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Layla's eyes flashed with a malevolent intensity, her mind consumed by a bitter jealousy. She couldn't bear the thought of Hazel's triumph, her success a stark reminder of Layla's failures. The room seemed to close in around her, the walls suffocating her, as she struggled to draw breath.

It's hard not to let the green-eyed monster consume me, even though I know this is all part of the greater plan we've meticulously crafted. Deep down, I'm grateful that our plan is working, and that Julie is on the verge of confessing her treachery. But it doesn't extinguish the burning jealousy that simmers within me. The sight of them, lost in their act of love, is both infuriating and heartbreaking.

The hysteria of a crazy lady growing more enormous than I can manage and ripping through my skull at a rate of knots. This is bigger than anything I have ever felt in my life, second to hearing my entire family planning to murder me and I wonder if this is how betrayal feels when it’s someone you love. Unleashing the crazy in me as jealousy devours my soul and turns my heart to stone. It cuts deeper than anything he did before; because this time, I stupidly dared to hope and believe. He ripped the rug out from under me.