Jealousy Is The Root Of All Evil 소설 & 이야기

"Yes, Miss, indeed, you are right. No one has the right to force you do something you are not obligated to do. But all I'm asking is your kindness. That's the only thing I can possibly receive in a matter where no rule is applied." I finally faced the woman and I clearly saw how she blinked her eyes the moment she witnessed my reaction — indifferent, uncompassionate, disgusted. Well, I have no time playing like an angel. If they think I am evil, my deepest apology folks, I don't care. "Kindness, you say?" I laughed sarcastically. "What a luxury word. It is so luxurious that I almost forgotten it exists. Because you know," I tilted my head, my eyes are glued back on the road, "if courtesy run

Then it is followed by nature and sin in the perfect form of any woman’s dream. “Love, heartache, desperation, and chances. That is my game. The play of tag is my amusement, and everyone’s desire to love and to be loved is my world. I am known as the most basic emotion, as one can say that I am the begging and at the same time the root of destruction. Standing before you, the sin of Lust.” Well said and certainly entertaining. The perfect embodiment that he wanted to kill and secretly is like a temptation that Envy is sending him. Jealousy for their perfection that is he wouldn’t keep himself in check he will fall into the abyss of wrath’s greed.

I saw in the direction where Alisia went,clutching tight my hand on the stearing wheel. "Just wait and watch Alisia. What I will do with you...!!!" I said to myself. Igniting the car engine I went to KNIGHT MANSION calling off the wretched night. 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."

I manage to sneak past Jessica Evans hall director apartment undetected. I have a feeling I will be hearing about her date and that she will rub Blake Oakley down all the dormitory women's throats. I don't want to be the jealous type. Being jealous is not a place anyone should be in. I don't even know where jealousy comes from or where it's origin story began. I imagine some Greek god concocted jealousy and now us mere mortals are forced to live with this consequence. Jealousy is born from chaos, chaos lives in the hearts of those who are in love.

Why? Because of jealousy and envy, you become a bad person. You do things you shouldn't do. You do things you thought you couldn't do on your own. But because of those two, you can handle it you do. Money is the root of evil, yes. But envy and jealousy can also be the root of evil.

I sit down, stare at the untouched stack of files on my desk, and try to force myself to focus. But all I can see is her face. And my grip tightens until the pen snaps in my hand. I tell myself it’s anger. I tell myself it’s control. I tell myself it’s a strategy. But deep down, where the truth hides like a wounded animal, I know what it really is. Jealousy. And it terrifies the hell out of me.

Jealousy is something you already have but afraid of someone take it from you. As I pointed my fingers to him angrily, he just stares at me with a sad gazed then looked away. It was confirmed that he was jealous. EL forced me to be his possession, but he will never control me, specially my feeling toward to them. I honestly don’t know the reason why I despised them. No. Despised is a hard term, I just don’t like them. Maybe because I am living with a vampire’s family. I do not respect their tradition. Tsk. Don't let me get involved in their nonsense. Don't force me to.

Veronica explained, "She’ll wait. If she doesn’t, it's because she was always jealous of you and never had the guts to say it. Any true friend would be happy for you.” When I explained to Veronica and the others that Nyx was just worried, she snorted. “Worry is just the flip side of jealousy. Nobody wants to come out and SAY they are jealous. Instead, it comes out as a ‘bad idea’ or ‘dangerous’ or ‘not what I want for you’ or some other way to pretend that it is about their concern for you and not their inner demons.”

"He’s the strongest of them all. And the most handsome.” “I’d still let him do whatever he likes with me—” I clench my teeth as Jealousy flares sharp and ugly in my chest, catching me off guard. Not desire—never that. Something darker. Something possessive. The idea of them whispering about him, imagining him, claiming him in fantasies— It makes my skin itch. I hate myself for it. I don’t know this man. I don’t care about this man. I don’t fall for names whispered in gossip circles like some foolish girl with stars in her eyes.

It's a fragrance of civil war. "You think this is over? That you've marked your territory like a dog and now everything is settled?" She leans in, hands on the table, her bruised face inches from mine. Her voice whispers, a sweet venom. "Jealousy is a weed. You've watered it with blood. It will grow faster, stronger. You will doubt every silence. Every outing. Every glance I cast at another man, a delivery driver, a neighbor. You will rot from the inside."