Jealousy Is As Cruel As The Grave Meaning Novels & Stories

Not with him. They looked too comfortable. The laugh came again, light, almost grateful, and something inside me went taut. My hands trembled against my sides. My wolf surged, pressing against my ribs, demanding, restless. MINE. The word wasn’t thought. It was instinct, cutting deep, branding itself into the marrow. Jealousy poured through me like poison. It hollowed my chest, made it hard to breathe. But why!? Why would I be jealous if Riven laughs with another guy?

“He could have helped you without marrying you. He didn’t need to put a ring on your finger. How dare another man claim what belonged to me?” I parted my lips to argue, to scream, and to remind him that he had lost the right to say anything about my life but the words died in my throat. Because he meant it. There was no exaggeration in his tone. No anger just for show. This wasn’t pride speaking. This was something deeper, something raw, ugly, and possessive. Gods, how could a person be so jealous that even death wasn’t enough? How could he want to kill a man who was already gone?

And I moved inside the Mansion with a sour mood and heavy heart. To be continued............... A/P "Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy - in fact, they are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other." ~A/N

’ I quickly approach them, catching this whore red-handed cheating on me. They seemed to be scared to see me, well it's good cos they better be! *** Yes, jealousy was a feeling of an envious resentment that happened when our soulmate showed an attraction to someone else. It’s the unproven prejudice that could lead into harmful consequences, especially if our lover was truly innocent.

"Are you jealous?" I scoffed. "Of him?" She arched an eyebrow, tilting her head, waiting. But all I my eyes focused on was her wine-stained lip. That deep red. I didn't answer right away. Didn't need to. The silence filled in the blanks. Jealousy wasn't the right word. It was deeper than that. Older. Like something carved into my bones. A reminder of every person who'd ever looked at something of mine and thought they could take it.

Feeling jealousy rise up like a wild stallion rearing it's ugly head. The two of them stare at each other speechless. If you enjoyed this chapter please leave a comment and vote for me by leaving gems. Thank you.

her scowl deepened as her chest rise up and down. "I'm JEALOUS!" I snap at her, trying to lower my voice as I explain my feelings to her, "I am jealous of him holding your hand. I am jealous that you can act so happy and free with him. I am jealous that he could make you laugh so easily when all I've done is to make you cry. I am jealous that you could long for his presence but you can't even stand on seeing me for about an hour. I am jealous of that fucking British lad who happens to save you that day!”

"This little brat thinks she can threaten me just because she runs a little company now." Moore sneered. "I believe the correct word to use is jealous. You have always been jealous of me Moore. Even now you are jealous of my success but your pride won't allow you to admit that."

As if was he saw was not real, like his anger was not necessary. He slumped on the bed, staring into the empty space. “Jealous”. He scoffed intently at the word, a weird sound escaping through his lips. That was unlike him. Jealousy means weakness. It was demeaning to think that of him. But there was a vacuum beneath his anger, hidden deeper than he could access; something uneasy wrapped around his stomach. Maybe Marcus has let it out too carelessly but the truth might hurt if spoken in clear terms And if indeed it was the truth then he was not ready to take it in. Not now. Not ever.

I heard voice crack slightly at the end, as the memory plagued my mind, causing a deep pain to formulate within, right on my weak stupid heart. Tearing away from its eyes, I watched as my hand stroked slowly against its fur, "He's not a player, he doesn't play with hearts. But I know he women underneath!" The sharp tone my words were laced under surprised me. Jealousy was turned its ugly green head.