Jealousy Is The Root Of All Evil นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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.

"Ms. Campbell made the others copy the words and definitions twice, but you were sent to stand out here in the field instead… You must hate her, right?" I vehemently shook my head. "Oh, drop the act," Chelsea said before leaning in to whisper in my ear. "Do you know what everyone says behind your back? They say you only get to come in first every time because your mom tells you the exam questions in advance." "That's not true…" I tried my best to clarify.

A livestream and an empty shell company? My calmness came not just from confidence, but from knowing James's fundamental character flaws. He believed he inherited the family's business acumen, but he had rarely shown any practical ability. He greatly overestimated his own charm and underestimated how cold and cruel reality could be.

"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."

Still, he has the audacity to sit with her. My stomach falls and I try to swallow but it’s blocked by the ball stuck in my throat. My body start burning with jealousy as I turned my eyes from them with disgust. My hands fisted around my arms with rage. Out of all the men she got only mine to bewitch. My breathe escalated with loathsome. While diverting my gaze from them, it falls on the hammer lying on the judge table and I was tempted to pick it up and smack his head into pieces.

He is my testimony to the world that love does exist and that love will always overcome pain and betrayal. "No, I don't want a relationship based on jealousy," I say as I turn around to face him. Jealousy is based on distrust, and I can't find a reason why he should have so much distrust in me. Could it be that he's had painful relationships in the past?

It's a visceral, heart-wrenching experience that takes hold of us when we least expect it, and it can transform the brightest of days into the darkest of nights. Jealousy, often referred to as the green-eyed monster, is a complex and powerful emotion. It can strike anyone, anywhere, at any time. It begins as a subtle whisper, a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, and before you know it, it has taken root in your heart, engulfing you in a whirlwind of torment and despair.

’ I quickly approach them, catching this whore red-handed cheating on me. They seemed to be scared to see me, well it's good cos they better be! *** Yes, jealousy was a feeling of an envious resentment that happened when our soulmate showed an attraction to someone else. It’s the unproven prejudice that could lead into harmful consequences, especially if our lover was truly innocent.

It wasn’t jealousy. It was disgust.

"Her greed and ambition have clouded her judgment. She believes that by helping the rival pack, she will gain power and become your mate." I clenched my fists, my anger boiling over. How could someone I trusted be so evil