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

“I get jealous, angry, and care when you’re with another man because I love you. Do you know how much your words hurt me the other day?” Charmine clenched her fists. She understood him when she saw him with Faye, especially when she called him stingy for being jealous. At that point, she felt terrible. What she said to Anthony the other day did seem rather harsh… She reached out with her small hand and held onto his larger palm, and he tangled his fingers with hers. Anthony’s cold eyes gradually softened. He looked at her and earnestly explained, “Charmine, remember one thing: Getting jealous does not correlate to one’s personality—it’s a matter of how much one loves.”

That made little sense, but it freaking did. I had to drag my legs to my room, still feeling like I'd just run down a puppy and taken a run for it. Was I harsh? Was it because I called him a dog? It wasn't intentional, but that was what it would sound like to him. Or was it because of Sage? Was he jealous? If he was, does that mean I have succeeded in my plans to make him fall in love with me? Jealousy, I learned is an emotion one get when in love. That's my definition. I'm not concerned about yours.

At least that thought was easy to come to terms with while I was away but ever since today, I don't think it was settling down well with me anymore. Gosh, I hate myself right now for feeling even a bit of this jealousy but i hate him more. I hate his fucking guts and the fact that I still feel this petite sentiment towards him. He didn't even let me explain before concluding in that thick skull of his that I was out to hurt one of his own without a freaking reason. Of course, I had a reason but that very reason was driven by sheer jealousy and hate. The mere thought that, he was with someone else was enough to make me loose my shit.

Mishty's words made him jealous. "It was my idea and I have executed it." He was quick to interfere. She looked at him without blinking. The man she knew is not someone who would think to help others. Whenever she met him, his anger facade and his sarcastic replies made her believe that he is a monster. Even though she loves him, this side of him made her fall for him again. "Someone is impressed, I suppose" sid mumbled with a smile. He felt so happy when he saw that look on her face. He felt as if he has achieved something.

when she eagerly asks me to love her again and be with her and now all I can see is her doubting herself if she loves me or not. I just can't hold it; I am now an inch away from her. Caressing her face is the last thing I shouldn't do, but still, I can't help it. Suddenly, all my feelings just got out of me, so I guess this makes all sense now. Love and hate are certainly connected..., the more we hate, the more we love.

"Even if you pissed me off, I'll let it go." But as I watched from the other side of the screen, I felt nothing. My heart was a barren wasteland. See? He knew everything. He just thought he could keep pushing because he believed I'd always love him no matter what. Rita, convinced I was truly dead, turned all her rage over Milton's sudden absence onto me. The texts she sent were venomous. "Even in death, you're still trying to steal my man? Clearly, skinning you and blowing you up wasn't cruel enough."

“Let me spell it out to you. Tell me the woman who has your heart now. You promised me the seat of the Luna Queen so it does not matter if you met another woman while you were away.” Jealousy, they say, is a spirit that can drive a man in love to madness and right there, I felt an onset of madness. It raged inside me. I could already feel the texture of the blood of this other woman on my hands. I burned with hatred for her already.

* My voice came out light and teasing, and a soft, throaty laugh escaped me only fanning the flames higher. For a moment, I forgot the tension, the risk of a real fight, and simply soaked in the heat of his feelings. I felt desired. Wanted. Loved. And it was such a lovely feeling. Looking into his eyes, I could see how much this mattered to him, and my heart gave a happy little flutter. This jealousy came from love, from wanting me, and it filled me with warmth and quiet joy. I felt truly seen, cherished, and adored it was exhilarating.

Christian. Could I have handled things better? Maybe. Did I? Absolutely not. I hate the guy, that much I know. And it's not the kind of hate you admit, and then realize you actually burn for the person. I'm one hundred percent sure of it. Everything about Ashford Ryder infuriates me. His harmless casual teasing, the way he carries himself, the way he plays soccer. I fucking despise everything. Jealousy is an ugly emotion, but it's not like knowing what it is can change how I feel.

Glen pulled back slightly, confusion flashing across his face. “Hate what?” “I hate that I feel jealous,” I admitted, my voice breaking. “I shouldn’t feel jealous, you’re fucking engaged, I shouldn’t keep coming back to you like this.” The tears finally slipped free, “but yet I always do.” “I don't know why you're jealous, I've never done anything to her that would make you feel this agitated or jealous,” he said softly while his hands were now firmly wrapped around my waist facing me. “Even if you don't do anything, the way she looks at you, the way she calls you in those words that sends shivers down my spine, I'm not supposed to be mad or jealous but I always find myself crumbling.”