Novel & Cerita Jealousy Is As Cruel As The Grave

Eleanor stared at Maria's face. Even in her coma, Maria still looked calm and beautiful. Jealousy burned in Eleanor's chest like wildfire. Simple verbal humiliation no longer satisfied the green-eyed monster jealousy had made of her. She slowly reached out with her hands. Her five long nails, painted a vivid red, gleamed with an ominous shine under the dim light. She leaned closer and, with the backs of her nails, dragged them in a contemptuous, insulting scrape across Maria's smooth forehead, down the bridge of her nose, and stopped at her pale lips.

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.

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. *****

I asked, confused with what shame has to do with being jealous. “Yes, shame. Don’t you have any shame for yourself? You’re jealous of a woman being with your mate who wants nothing to do with you. Isn’t that pathetic?” he asks, shocking me with his cruel words. He’s intentionally making me feel worse about being jealous of another woman. What kind of mate says these types of things? He’s supposed to tell me there’s nothing to worry. Instead he calls me pathetic. “Why would you say something like that?” I ask, feeling my voice shake. I can feel the tears building in my eyes, but I hold them in. It’s bad enough Scarlett believes he’ll make her his Queen and now this.

"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.’"

The cold calculation in her eyes ignited into raw, burning fury. “Jealousy?” Jenna’s laugh was harsh, ugly, devoid of any pretense. “Of you? Don’t make me laugh, you little nobody!” She took a step back, her posture radiating contempt. “You think I’m jealous of your thrift-store rags? Your scholarship struggles? Your boring, insignificant little life? Jealous of you catching the eye of a bored billionaire playing a game? A game I set in motion?” Isabel stared, the confirmation hitting her like a physical blow, worse than Alessandro’s accusations. The horror wasn't just intellectual; it was visceral, a betrayal that cut to the bone marrow of their shared history. “You… you admit it?”

It left me clean and shaky and angrier than before. Jealousy is hunger with a smart mouth. It tells me to bite my way back to his attention. It tells me to walk into his war room and put my throat in his hand and remind him I am the promise that bleeds the same. It tells me to get loud. He hates when I get loud when the pack can hear; it makes him a man instead of a myth and he hates being the only man in front of those who need him to be weather.

jealous. “It was an outburst of jealousy.”

The third time—when her gaze lingered just a second too long, I felt something snap. Jealousy is an ugly thing. It doesn’t announce itself politely. It doesn’t wait to be understood. It hits fast, sharp, and without regard for context or reason. And it doesn’t care how old you are or how disciplined you’ve trained yourself to be. All it cares about is possession.

she said with contempt, her face flushed with anger. The rage of jealousy is so strong that it compels one to do anything foolish. Miguel de Cervantes.