Jealousy Is As Cruel As The Grave Novels & Stories

he smiled and slowly leaned to Jeremiah’s ear, “I can’t wait to punish you to cause me so much trouble today, but this time, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it…” Yes, there was no other feeling that was more annoying than a fit of jealousy. A heat that build-up so fast in your chest which could explode anytime soon. The pain was so irritating, we wished that it could stop instantly. But after all day struggled with their jealousy, the Blackfrost brothers were now finally could reap the reward of their fortitude. ***

“How dare you slap me, you witch!” Adele scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. “I’ll slap you again and again, Grace. I’ve seen this jealousy in you since we were five years old. You’ve always wanted what’s mine, always furious when men preferred me over you. Is spreading lies about me all you can do now that you can’t make me leave Harden? I expected more from your petty, envious self.”

I was shocked by the level of jealousy that overcame me. With a burning acid in my stomach it clawed at my throat. I detested this emotion. The taste of burnt toast being confined in this mansion and Tuesday mornings were all things I detested more than this. I shouldnt be jealous because he was a monster—a cold-blooded cunning emotionally deranged gargoyle in a custom suit. It wasnt fair. I should be appalled. Even more relieved that he was obviously seeing someone else demonstrating that he wasnt some sort of siren beckoning me to my demise. As though trying to persuade the fabrics very fibers I screamed angrily into the duvet

But I wouldn't let it happen. I clenched my fists until my nails dug crescents into my palms. “No. You’re not afraid. But you hesitate. You always hesitate when it comes to her.” The silence that followed was my proof. He didn’t deny it. And that silence burned me alive. Jealousy is a cruel thing. It doesn’t just whisper, it roars. It claws at your throat and poisons your blood until every thought is tainted. I hated Lyra not only because she stood in our way, but because she still owned a piece of him. A piece I had tried to rip free, year after year, bed after bed, kiss after kiss, and still… it was hers.

“I have Alpha blood, Amara. I would have my own consorts, right?” Something disgusting crawls inside of me that had me blinking rapidly. It wasn’t quick like something that just passes, it wasn’t a fleeting emotion. It was big, and heavy, and whatever it was made me feel angry. I wasn’t stupid, I knew it was jealousy. Only jealousy would make you feel angry and insecure at the same time. It was one of those things that you couldn’t control but at the same time is one of those things that you can hide for so long until it eats you whole.

’ 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.

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.

The girls stepped back, seeing her temper. Jealousy is the most dangerous thing in this world! To Be Continued

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."

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!”