Jealousy Is The Root Of All Evil Novels & Stories

Tristan slowly shook his head and tears filled up his eyes and he pleadingly said, “I am sorry, Roth, I don’t know what took over me at the moment, but trust me it was not lust. I never intended to hurt you.” Roth looked at him with bloodshot eyes, “Trust? That word sounds very odd coming from you because the last time I trusted you, you put your penis in me.” Tristan’s eyes had given way now and tears were streaming down his face, his total emotional took over him as he continued to scream out words, “Jealousy took over me! Do you think it’s easy for me seeing you with all those different girls and not seeing me as anything more than a friend when my mind is always occupied by your thoughts

He never was. But people like Derek are never meant to be important. They are meant to be useful. There is a difference. I lean back slightly in my chair. “He still thinks he owns her,” I murmur to myself. The thought alone is almost amusing. Men like him always believe possession equals love. And when that illusion breaks… They become predictable. Jealousy is one of the cleanest tools I have ever used. It does not need force. It does not need instruction. It only needs direction.

The Goddess whose magic was currently scratching at my insides clapped her hands together and grinned, “I can’t tell you how pleased I was to see that you brought her along. Her jealousy is delicious. So savage—so bloodthirsty!” “Control yourself, little wolf. Nothing happened between us, I swear it.” He pleaded softly. “Don’t you see?” I snarled through gritted teeth. “I. Can’t.” “What is the meaning of this?” Elias’s oceanic eyes darted between the three of us, ignoring Juniper completely. “What trouble have you caused now, Jade?” The joy on her face soured, sharpening the soft curves of her cheeks until they appeared sharp enough to cut. As the hair growing along my arms lifted, I realize

“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."

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?

“That’s it.” “Yes.” “They feared jealousy because they misunderstood its root.” Exactly. Because jealousy became dangerous not when felt. when transformed into entitlement. Control. Punishment. Manipulation. But the emotion itself often began as vulnerability. The terror of emotional displacement. I watched the first finally speak honestly to the second. “When I saw you becoming close to someone else…” A pause. “…I became afraid.” The second remained silent carefully. The first continued softly. “Not because I wanted to own you.”

However, it didn't conceal her vivacity at all. Many times, Elena was very jealous of Isabella. She was jealous that Isabella could defy their father's orders, jealous that Isabella received more love from their mother, jealous that Isabella's academic performance was always better than hers, jealous that Isabella was always so likable wherever she went... Someone said, jealousy is punishing oneself with the excellence of others. Elena understood this principle very well, but she couldn't get out of this strange cycle. She really wanted to destroy everything of Isabella's, to trample the confident and flamboyant Isabella under her feet, to make Isabella look up to her, to make Isabella jealo