Jealousy Kills Novels & Stories

If he continued, he might really die. Even if Theodore was just a stranger, she was not willing to see him dying, not to mention that they had known each other for many years. He couldn't be killed! Furthermore, she was more unwilling to see that this matter became a black mark against James. A murderer... He was so kind and warm. How could he bear such blame? James looked at Theodore and turned to glance at Elizabeth. Was she crying? Was she crying for Theodore, the jerk? Thinking of this, James took a deep breath. He was angry and jealous. That kind of jealousy made his heart so painful that he was unable to breathe.

I felt a sudden unexpected pain in my chest as I watched the two women hug and fawn over Jake, their hands grazing his arm and abs seductively. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that he was fucking these women. A surprising pang of jealousy surged through me, knowing that they were used to seeing him and touching his naked body. I shook my head and silently scolded myself. It was not my business who this murderer fucked. HE KILLED MY PARENTS AND I HATE HIM! I tried to scream in my head to remind myself. Jake introduced me as his new slave, informing them that I would be staying with them for the time being.

Fuck, it really must be so serious for such a nice lady to take such cruel method of making sure the word is kept within the palace walls or it could just be that the cruelty runs in her blood. “C'mon tell me, were we in some kind of a threesome or a love triangle?” Her jaws dropped open, as she stared at me shocked. I must have gotten the answer right. A small smile curled at the corner of my lips. “Why would you assume that?” She questioned. “Well, he kept on acting like he knew me more than my husband knew me,” I quickly defended. “Well,” she tilted her head to the side. “He wasn't entirely wrong.” “So he killed me out of jealousy,” I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief..

It’s not like I have been honest with her from the get-go and if I had walked into the bakery unannounced, finding Chase or Kip standing butt-naked in front of her… Well, firstly, I’d tear their fucking head off, clean from their shoulders, like an animal high on meth. Then, I’d turn to face Keri and think the fucking worse, even though she has given me no real reason not to trust her. Jealousy is a horrible trait. It’s dangerous and can drive people to do the unthinkable. I mean, shit, I’ve just pictured myself murdering a bastard who dared to stand butt-naked, attempting to seduce, my wife. I burst through the ground floor door the moment my feet touch the bottom of the stairs. I look righ

The pieces of the puzzle slammed together, forming a horrifying picture. Talia's saccharine sweetness, Arden's calculated indifference, the poisoned milkshake in the music room… It all coalesced into a single, chilling truth: Talia had tried to kill me. The realization sent a wave of nausea churning through my stomach, a cold dread settling in my bones. So that was the reason. Jealousy. Pure, unadulterated, murderous jealousy. I turned toward the direction they took, the image of Arden and Talia's departing figures seared into my mind. A fresh wave of humiliation washed over me, threatening to drown me in its bitter depths.

So she felt extremely heartbroken when she realized they were somehow involved in her parents' death. Leila patted Rui's hands and softly said, “Jealousy is a poison. It consumed her heart to the point that she wanted to compete with you over anything.” Phyllis nodded in agreement. “Just like how you desire to be a loving mother and wife, she desires to be better than you. It's an obsession rooted with malice.”

His eyes, his voice, his scent, his body — everything about him drives me insane… just like his fiancée does. Jealousy. Intense, burning, suffocating — vile, like a venomous snake coiling inside me. I never thought I could be this jealous! I’ve never felt anything like it before. When I see Nicole next to him, I can’t help but imagine what kind of death would suit her best. Should I tear her apart right there in the office, turning her into a bloody mess? Or throw her out the window without even opening it? Poison her, maybe? Or at least slip something laxative into her coffee? I can’t help these thoughts. Thank the Moon Goddess I can at least let them stay in my imagination.

he declares. My heart lurches to my feet when the weight of his words strikes it down. There’s no way I’m mistaken about what I’m feeling - I’m jealous towards a dead woman! But what’s even more unacceptable is that that jealousy is a proof of what I’ve been battling not to figure out - I’m falling in love with Mr. Davide, a man whom I must kill and a man who has every reason to destroy me and my race!

Jealousy surged within me, an uncontrollable fire threatening to consume my senses. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I watched them, my mind inundated with irrational thoughts. I wanted to storm into that restaurant, to pull Lyza away from that man and claim her as my own. It pained me to see her with another, even though we had not yet established a formal relationship. The possessiveness within me reared its ugly head, a primal instinct that yearned to mark her as mine. In the depths of my jealousy, I found myself engaging in a heated conversation with myself, my voice tinged with possessiveness and longing.

He can finally go to his cold, empty bed and dream of angelic, blond Omegas who make him laugh. I go to the training yard. It’s freezing, the moon a cold, silver disc in the sky, but I don’t feel it. I strip off my tunic, the cold air a balm on my burning skin. I grab a practice sword and I attack the dummy. I’m not training. I’m killing. I’m seeing Eli’s smug, laughing face. I’m seeing Ronan’s cold, threatening eyes. I’m seeing Kieran’s scorn. I spend an hour trying to exhaust the rage. It doesn't work. The jealousy is a poison, and it’s in too deep. Every time I picture Eli’s hand on Kieran’s arm, I want to shatter stone.