Jealousy Is Just Love And Hate At The Same Time Novels & Stories

“And since I’m neither of those things, you don’t have any claim over me. Which makes all these irritating actions you keep showing… completely pointless.” And, suddenly, he took a slow step forward, closing just enough distance for his presence to press a little harder into the space between us. “If I told you that I don’t like seeing you with other men especially low-ranked ones, would that change anything?” His stare didn’t waver. “Like I said, I only get mad because I’m seeing how easily you’re able to be comfortable with others. And I thought, I was the only one you were like that with.” “Jealousy,” he said next. “Can show up in different ways, whether it’s toward your mate, your friend

“In fact, it bothers me more that you---!” I couldn’t really say it. There wasn’t a right word for it either. How the hell did you explain to someone that you were jealous that he’d threatened to have sex with someone else? Even if he was never going to act on it, it still had something ancient, but powerful, crawling into my chest. Would he still look at me the way he did now – with so much love and adoration in his eyes – if he realized how sick and twisted my jealousy was? But even as I still spoke, he cut me off as he pulled me closer...

I was jealous! For the first time in a long time, I was feeling something and wasn't good. It was better to feel nothing at all. Jealousy is like a self imposed burden. I couldn't get it to stop. It was like a pot of boiling blood inside my veins. I was jealous of Jared's relationship with his wife; I was jealous of his wife; I was jealous of Sophia.

It was a very erotic vision, and it tripped some circuits. Jealousy is powerful and natural, the feeling flared in me at the sight of my woman as she intimately pleasured another man. But I did love her, and I knew she wanted this, and this was the greatest gift I could give her, so I let those positive feelings come to the fore. Also, I knew that there would be somethings for me in this, maybe not today, but someday. After a moment of internal struggle, I found contentment.

Kate said to Jennifer and she got more worried. Of course, it's my fault but even I don't know what was my fault. I just said that the bouquet was sent by my secret lover but it was a lie. Why did he react like that upon hearing it? Was he jealous? Does he love me? No way, he hates me, Jennifer thought, regretting why she said that! But there is a thin line between hate and love. No one even realizes when they cross that line, her heart said with a peaceful smile.

"I'll kill you!" Lydia only laughed. If she wasn't drunk or under the heat like I had been earlier. I would say she had run mad. She looked at me in a way that made my wolf snarl like the hungry beast it was. "Hate is a strong emotion. The line between love and hate is thin. They both share a common denominator, intense passion." "It doesn't change the fact that I hate you with every inch of me. If you think the kiss from earlier changes anything, you are painfully wrong."

"No, you won't. Because you'll get jealous of one another and in the end one of you will get hurt and find someone else. Or you'll both fall for different girls and won't even realise it." "We won't get jealous," they scoffed. "You say that now, but it's in all living things' nature to feel jealousy when it comes to love." "We won't. We're different. We're twins." "You will. It's because you're twins that it'll be even worse because you both think that you should be able to share everything, but when it comes to love, you'll realise that you can't." I told them sagely. "And when that finally happens and neither of you know how to deal with it, I'll be happy to listen to your troubles and fee

“Oh, baby, you don’t get to deny it to me. It’s okay, anyway. In fact, I like you jealous. I like you feeling something for me. I like that you hate it when I am with other girls because that I feel for you, too.” I stared at him. He caressed my cheek. “I hate when you’re with another man. I hate it when someone else touches you. I get so jealous that sometimes I just want to slam all the boys’ faces on the floor so they won’t look at you.” I bit my lip as I flushed. I can’t believe I am seeing this kind of Josiah, too. He’s too…sweet. It’s the exact opposite of his strong features. “Be jealous, baby. Be selfish of me.”

For the first time in my life, I am feeling guilty about living a life that wasn't supposed to be mine. Because my sadness has already manifested itself, and I can sense that my low episodes are about to begin, allow me to express something that I have been holding in for a long time. The fact that humans can have opposing emotions and feelings for the same person at the same time continues to be a mystery to me. I couldn't quite grasp the concept of how powerfully multipolar dilemmas, such as love and hate, come together to exist at the same time in one single point in time. Does it make any sense if I tell you that I both adore and despise my parents at the same time? This is a natural hum

"You're killing yourself with jealousy," "Oh shut the fuck up, hypocrite. As if you are any better," I spat venomously. "I'm not a jealous person, Zayne. I've tested that theory," he said proudly. "Then you didn't love her. No man who truly loves his woman wouldn't feel jealous when it comes to another man. Definitely, it's not supposed to be extreme like Zayne's over here, but the desire to erase any other man or woman is inevitable, especially for us,"