Jealousy Is As Cruel As The Grave の小説・ストーリー

I never thought that jealousy struck me this damn bad again. . c.m. louden

A she-wolf like you should count yourself lucky for being able to secure such a great amount. With that, she gracefully got up, behaving as though she were merely giving alms to a beggar. Sophia's presence crushed all the romantic fantasies I recently had and snapped me back to harsh reality. I didn't know why Ethan had been gentle to me recently, but what I knew was that I should be prepared to lose him any moment.

“I just... I can’t stand the thought of you with someone else.” Graham’s response was cold. “You embarrassed me, Flora. Do you have any idea how that made me feel that you don’t even trust me?” Flora’s voice trembled. “I didn’t mean to. I was just... I was scared. I don’t wanna lose you.” Graham sighed, clearly irritated. “Flora, you need to get a grip. This jealousy is getting out of hand.” I couldn’t help but smirk. “Poor Flora,” I thought. “She’s digging her own grave.”

"Jealousy is a potent indicator of a woman's true feelings." "Jealousy?" I asked, perplexed. "You want me to make her jealous? How?" Vigo explained his plan, and the memory of that conversation resurfaced within me. I absentmindedly touched the marks on my neck, a mischievous smirk tugging at my lips. My warriors couldn't hide their amusement as they watched me search for greenfield snails along the riverbank. These snails were known to create fake hickeys, a perfect tool to incite jealousy in a lover. They teased me with their eyes, silently acknowledging the intent behind my actions. However, they respected me enough not to vocalize their amusement. That's one thing I appreciated about my

"Damn it." I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white under the strain. The bitter taste of jealousy tainted my tongue as I recalled the countless instances where Jayden had stolen the spotlight, effortlessly captivating the attention of our pack and even our parents. It was as if I was always living in his shadow, forever cast aside, deemed unworthy.

James suddenly grabbed her throat with shocking force. "You want to betray me too! You want to abandon me too!" Michelle struggled desperately, finding it harder and harder to breathe as everything began to blur. Survival instinct kicked in as she grabbed a sculpture from the table and smashed it against James's head. James grunted and collapsed to the floor. Michelle clutched her throat, coughing violently. Looking at James lying on the ground, there wasn't a trace of concern in her eyes—only disgust and contempt. "Look at yourself. Without your parents' protection, you're nothing but trash!

The green-eyed monster, just like in one of William Shakespeare's plays. Indeed, jealousy is a terrible crime. I have never felt too much jealousy on someone, not until I knew who Victoria Olivia Kingstein is. I know I’m being too immature, but it’s only normal for any human to experience such emotion, right? Especially If the one I have growing feelings for looked too amused by a video of Isla’s daughter with her friends called “the elites.” A nickname given to them by the media, to which the wealthy kids would disagree with, but of course, that only made the public praise and love them more.

To see him free of that shadow, even if it meant he was free of me, was a balm to a corner of my soul. But then the other tide rolled in, cold and sharp: jealousy. A bitter, acidic jealousy that burned through my veins. Why wasn't I the one making him laugh like that? Why wasn't I the one sharing that easy camaraderie? It was a selfish, ugly emotion, yet undeniably potent. I stood there, a silent sentinel amidst the cacophony, watching him, studying every nuance of his expression.

She always made stupid excuse by saying white always make her scared, it just as if she's seeing a ghost anytime she saw someone in pure white cloth "You're crazy you know that? This white here Miss was suppose to be yours" "I hate white you know that" "But white are always good and the best" "I don't care I hate it and I hate it" huh! This lady here won't stop to irritate me sometimes with her attitude "What about the make-up artist,they were suppose to be here by now!"I exclaim "Calm down grumpy,I'm the one that owns today so why shouting and moreover you don't like make-up right? So why pacing your heart" zee said laughing

‎ ‎Then I felt it, something deep, sharp, and humiliating: ‎ ‎Jealousy. ‎And it cut like a knife. ‎ ‎“Unbelievable,” I whispered to myself, choking on the heat gathering in my throat. ‎ ‎I pressed the heel of my palm to my forehead, leaning back against my chair as anger pulsed through me, it was hot, unfiltered, impossible to swallow. ‎ ‎Everything inside me screamed. ‎ ‎I wanted to call Cassian and demand an explanation. I wanted to call Lyra and tell her exactly where she could shove her pictures. I wanted to march back home and throw my phone at Cassian’s stupid, handsome, infuriating face.