Jealousy Is Cruel As The Grave Meaning Novels & Stories

He laughed, the sound low and deep. "Correction," he said, his lips curling. "You only think men are scum because you love them. Don't love them, use them. Then you'll see that they're just tools. And tools don't disappoint." I blinked, confused. He glanced down at my bruised wrist, then back at my face, his expression unreadable. "You ever heard of the power of jealousy?" he asked. "What?" "Jealousy," he said. "Pain breaks you. But Jealousy? now that drives you. When it burns in the right person, it becomes power."

“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.

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?”

“Meaning you might have another woman in the future.” Jealousy is surely going to kill me.

She put her lips in a pout. "You should not let terrible friends influence you. Justine is a really hot guy," I paused to swallow the lump that had grown in my throat. "And basically every girl wants him. You know better than everyone that you are really lucky. Who knows how many of your friends want your relationship to end because they are jealous of you?" Caramel was blind to these sort of things. Anyone who had him to claim and thought they wanted to lose that bond, was definitely crazy.

"Jealous means I want what the other person has without them losing it. Envious means I want to take it from them for myself." "And you... want me?" "I thought that was obvious, Kamila." "I am literally about to throw you guys in a room together and not let you leave until you've banged out whatever this is." Laury points between me and Jackson. Only, that wouldn't happen. Because if I'd still held any belief that fucking Jackson, having him carry out my fantasies a few times, would relieve this new need I've felt for him, then that would be thrown away by now. Because by now, I know that each time I get to feel Jackson inside of me only makes me want him more. I crave him with a need that i

When I smiled at Kael, Alexus smiled too understanding now, not angry. When Alexus led decisions, Kael supported fully no hidden contest. We moved deeper toward island heart, knowing now:Jealousy is not evil itself… but warning sign. It shows what matters enough to fear losing.And if you speak it honestly it becomes strength instead of crack.

"I feel happy you're willing to show me some jealousy." I snorted before rolling my eyes. "Oh yes, I am indeed very jealous right now. But, isn't jealousy the way you are much more dangerous?" Easton's way of expressing it was, of course, different from mine. And as I recall, it was not very friendly to others. They might lose their lives or something precious, and that was just too horrible. When he heard what I said, suddenly, Easton's gaze turned sharp. "Of course, I'll tear up all who dare touch mine." His aura turned cold, and his eyebrows knitted together.

She was everything I wasn't. And me? I was the girl with a blind and dull right eye. People flinched when they looked into it. There was no security camera in that corner, so I took the blame. Even my own mother looked at me with disgust. "Sienna, she's your sister. How could you hate her so much?"

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