Jealousy Is As Cruel As The Grave Romane & Geschichten

It's a fragrance of civil war. "You think this is over? That you've marked your territory like a dog and now everything is settled?" She leans in, hands on the table, her bruised face inches from mine. Her voice whispers, a sweet venom. "Jealousy is a weed. You've watered it with blood. It will grow faster, stronger. You will doubt every silence. Every outing. Every glance I cast at another man, a delivery driver, a neighbor. You will rot from the inside."

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

Jealousy and doubt twisted in my chest while his parents and Missy gushed over her, amazed at how long it had been since they’d last seen her. Even as they sat side by side at the table, the way his eyes lingered on her, and the subtle way his body leaned just slightly in her direction, felt like a relentless drill. I could feel heat creeping up the back of my neck, my ears burning as if someone had whispered a forbidden secret. My fingers trembled under the table, betraying the jealousy that twisted like a snake in my chest, coiling tighter with each stolen glance between them. I bit my lip hard, trying to contain the fiery ache that curled inside me, like an unwelcome guest refusing to lea

The jealousy that burned in my chest at that moment was something I hadn’t felt in years something I didn’t even recognize in myself. Jealousy! I hate the word, it makes men weak, desperate, and irrational. And yet, when I think of that man touching her, I want to break something. Break him And then I think of Bella biting her lip under me, and I want to break my own damn rules.

"Even in death, you're still trying to steal my man? Clearly, skinning you and blowing you up wasn't cruel enough." "Go to hell with your little bastard!" I shut my eyes and calmed myself. Quietly, I preserved every text and waited—for the storm that was sure to come.

“Let’s shall see about that.” With a cunning smile, he took on the opportunity, yet more likely a challenge that he is thinking to be a declaration of rivalry. “Well then.” Stepping out of the gate and into the world and play that Kyle made. His expression turns into disgust as he blurts out his frustration, but more likely his jealousy from their rivalry. “Perfect? Just where on this piece of junk does that word lies with its meaning?” As he laughs in disbelief and with a mix of insults. Disappointment, as he is offended for comparing his masterpiece of Greed and Gluttony to Kyle’s Lust and Envy, where it is clear and more than just being perfect, that his work is greater than his.

His Stormy eyes were filled with fire, hatred, resentment, guilt, and last but not the least bitterness. And if I have to Combine all those feelings in one word than it would be, Jealousy. Carlos Vincent was jealous. He was that jealous of that made up character that he could easily burn this room down with just the look in his eye. Damn Celine! You are in trouble. Xx__xX

And Oh I feared, I’d love to be her prey. My back hit the fridge behind me. She stood before me, eyeing my chest. She then raised the knife and my eyes widened but I didn’t make a move. Apart from the pounding inside my chest. “Actually, yes. Yes, I’m jealous. And my jealousy is one to be wary of, baby, because then… I don’t just see red, I crave it.”

I couldn’t stop them. “Last night you made me walk for hours. Alone. In the dark. Until my feet bled. And when I finally got here—barely standing—you burned me. All because of your stupid goddamn anger. Your jealousy. You’re the insane one here. You’re cruel. You’re the monster.” “What jealousy?” he snapped. “Why the fuck would I be jealous over you? You’re nothing. A filthy little thing I own.”

“Jealous of my beauty, my wealth, my status.” I raised an eyebrow, my expression unyielding. “You're mistaken, Stella. I'm not jealous. I'm just tired.” Tired of her games, tired of her manipulation, tired of being treated like a pawn. Stella's voice dripped with venom, her eyes blazing with indignation. “How dare you do this to me? Do you even know who you are?” She sneered, her lip curling. “You're nothing but a charity case, a poor relationship tolerated only because of my mother's pity.”