Jealousy Is The Root Of All Evil Novels & Stories

'' shouted Hans, confirming Aefar's statement. ''Why can you be so jealous?... I didn't know women could be jealous too?'' asked Halvir. ''Of course, I can!... What do you think I am?! I also have feelings. How could I not be jealous…'' Anindira exclaimed, grumbling. But her face blushed with embarrassment. ''Then what makes you jealous?'' Halvir asked again. ''Dira, what I know is jealousy exists if we have feelings of fear because the people we care about don't care about us,'' said Aefar.

Jealous: feeling or showing envy of someone or their achievements and advantages. Nero "I'm still not sure about sending him off with Vesper. Remind me why am I doing this again?" Tessa asked me for the third or maybe fourth time already. I know that I should be bored by now. She had told me that she did not expect sudden care for other humans or vampires. Tessa confessed that it came so suddenly that she didn't think it was in her to give a damn in the first place.

Eyes that once held the gift of innocence and youth but gave it away for a moment of revenge, eyes that no longer cry over the silly haunting of a love that never really was or mourn the loss of the soul they once framed. I am my own creation, that is to say, I am what I created. Jealousy is the bamboo of the emotional world, growing in leaps and bounds overnight, twisting and turning itself into a tangle of half-lied truths and honest lies. A wall of ill-content and self-induced delusions with no beginning and no end: only a blinding structure of martyred torture no war machine could ever destroy. Innocence has no place here.

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.

"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

"My dear, power can be a potent poison. It can corrupt even the noblest of hearts, leading them astray from the path of righteousness. And when envy and ambition fuel that thirst for power, it can lead people to commit unspeakable acts, blinded by their desire to dominate and control." The room fell into a somber silence as everyone absorbed the gravity of the situation. Betrayal, greed, and dark magic entwined, tearing apart the fabric of trust that once bound their family together. Emotions ran high, with anger, sadness, and disbelief mingling in the air.

I just wish this conversation will end sooner or I'll punch and kick this guy's fucking ass. It's only this time that I realized, that being jealous is my greatest weakness. I haven't felt like this before and I didn't care even if all my casual flings would find somebody in their lives. But now that I fell in love with Vera, I'm already a little possessive of her and I hate it. I don't want to act this way but its' something beyond my control.

“But Tristan, Osiris, and Lefu can. They feel it through the bond. They’re certain.” A hot, mean thing crawled up the back of my throat—jealousy, old and ugly as rust. They sensed it through the bond first, but I had smelled it first. As if there were any competition in love. As if a pup weighed and measured affection, parceling it out by who first named it. The thought made me ashamed. Shame made me angry. Anger made me stupid.

Moira is a moral female she does not wish to possess him but why does my heart squeeze blisteringly when I mark them together, why cannot I seem to stop doubting them? Jealousy, possessiveness, suspicion are disastrous things for they wield a certain power greater than others. They can ruin a being slaying both the mind and heart concurrently. My wolf unveils her teeth at her male gnarling seethingly pacing back and forth behind her fence, she loathes what she is seeing. This she finds to be a revolting scene to behold.