Novel & Cerita Jealousy Is Just Love And Hate At The Same Time

“Jealousy is love and hate at the same time.” Adrian walked closer to her, his dark gaze on her face. Natalie quickly looked somewhere else. She couldn't handle those sharp intense eyes at her right now. He saw that and felt somewhat happy that he affected her. "You look great."

The gesture was so intimate, so loving, that something ugly and hot twisted in my chest. Jealousy. Pure, vicious jealousy.

Jacob suddenly flew his fist to land on Rago when he saw him clinging to his wife. Jealous maybe. Jealousy can do something different when someone is madly in love.

I came back to my senses and cooled myself and bit my lower lip and said in a low voice " It's not that I am angry . It's unbelievable and the news came as a complete shock.Words can't describe how I feel about this ..." He pulled me again by his side and wrapped my waist and teased me " I think you are so jealous about the fact that Mr.Xi is going to marry another women in our designer dress...." His words gave me some pain in my heart. But I can't show my sadness before him . I bit my lower lip and replied him with a shaky smile " Why would I be jealous. I have a lovely caring handsome husband beside me and it’s completely normal for him to marry another women.."

So intense, in fact, that she momentarily questioned whether the driving force behind Rex’s actions was love or anger. She had no doubt that he loved her. It was just that so much had happened to them and between them that she questioned if that love just might be coated with a bit of bitterness. If that was the case, she didn’t blame him or hold it against him. Admittedly, she harbored a faint bit of resentment that she worked to keep in check over the fact that he’d been used as a stud while in captivity. She supposed that it was natural to have some amount of jealousy mixed in with her emotions of love and friendship. In fact, she thought that it just might be a sign of a healthy rel

“Were you jealous because it wasn’t you?” “Ha,” she let out a laugh so cold it could freeze hell itself. “Jealous? That word is used for someone you love and care about, not someone you hate with every fiber of their being. I fucking hate you, honey. Stick that in your crazy brain. No one is jealous.” “You…” I was shaken to the core. She hated me. Truly, deeply hated me with a passion that matched my obsession, and she didn’t care who knew it, not even the servants.

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.

"You've been watching him ever since, making me jealous...." I looked back, seeing the bespectacled man who was showing the same look as the tone of his voice. "Jealous? You feel jealous of that guy?" I looked back at the man, who was already far away, before looking at him again. "He's the guy I hate so much." The man didn't say anything for a while, nor did I, pushing my wheelchair while walking slowly. "Hate and love are thin. It's quite difficult to distinguish. Are you sure you hate him, not the other way around, Nicole?"

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

So she felt extremely heartbroken when she realized they were somehow involved in her parents' death. Leila patted Rui's hands and softly said, “Jealousy is a poison. It consumed her heart to the point that she wanted to compete with you over anything.” Phyllis nodded in agreement. “Just like how you desire to be a loving mother and wife, she desires to be better than you. It's an obsession rooted with malice.”