Jealousy Kills Novels & Stories

“And since I’m neither of those things, you don’t have any claim over me. Which makes all these irritating actions you keep showing… completely pointless.” And, suddenly, he took a slow step forward, closing just enough distance for his presence to press a little harder into the space between us. “If I told you that I don’t like seeing you with other men especially low-ranked ones, would that change anything?” His stare didn’t waver. “Like I said, I only get mad because I’m seeing how easily you’re able to be comfortable with others. And I thought, I was the only one you were like that with.” “Jealousy,” he said next. “Can show up in different ways, whether it’s toward your mate, your friend

It was a beast that had been caged for too long, and it was growing restless, pacing and snarling. I tried to soothe him. I touched his hand, his arm, his face. I whispered reassurances in his ear. But nothing seemed to calm the storm inside him. Rylan was a threat, and Kael's wolf could smell it. He was a rival Alpha encroaching on his territory, and every instinct Kael possessed was screaming at him to eliminate the danger. It was the kind of jealousy that came from deep love, the kind that made a man willing to die for the woman he loved. It was the kind that made him willing to kill.

You're worse than an executioner. His gaze turned icy. With a flick of his wrist, he flung a paternity test straight at Milton's face. "You're not fit to be a father." The knife trembled in Milton's grip. He read the report line after line, each word stabbing into his mind like a needle. He froze. "No… No, that can't be… How could I have killed my own child? You're all lying to me…" The pain shot up my spine like a burning fire. As I stayed hidden in the shadows, I crumpled into the corner and sobbed until I couldn't straighten up.

Parker looked to see that the guys had paused their games. And to know, they say jealousy is produced by the fear that the loved person prefers someone else.

She said pointing to her stomach. “Mila could be on to something Eli,” Michael said “Jealousy can be a very strong and powerful emotion that can make you do crazy and hurtful things. I once seen a mother kill her husband of 25 years, because she was jealous that the children liked him more than her.” “Oh Annie right?” Lucifer asked Michael. “Yeah.” “She’s a lovely woman, she’s head chef at my mansion, you should stop by sometimes.” Lucifer offered. “Yeah Right,” Michael laughed “I highly doubt she would want to see me after I kicked her to hell.”

—Believe me, it would be better to be dead than to be tied to that stupid vampire who doesn't mind leaving me abandoned for weeks without giving me at least a sign of his damn existence. —Serena... we'd better go, it's getting dark and I don't want... I listen to my friend and we get out of there before the night fell on us, we were on the public bus and my mind only had that in my head, I just kept repeating that word that filled me with anger, "Wife", I don't understand why I feel so angry for someone who is already dead and they say that he killed her himself, I don't think it is so but anyway that doesn't matter anymore, the only thing that matters is that I am dying of jealousy because

I was also there so she had witnessed Vanessa’s peskiness. “I know she keeps feeling like she’s in some kind of competition with me but would she really go as far as having me killed?” I asked. Joan sighed.”I’m just guessing. But jealousy can really be powerful. Anyway, I’m glad you have adequate protection now. Whoever it is will soon be caught.” She held my hand. “I’m sorry you’re going through this.” “I’m not scared. I’m sure the person will be caught soon and I’ll put this all behind me.”

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.

She was mine by right, by history, by everything we'd built together before I'd destroyed it. My hands clenched into tight fists, the knuckles turning white as my fingernails dug into my palms hard enough to draw blood. Small crescents of pain bloomed where my nails broke skin. I could feel one of the stitches on my ribs pop from the tension, a warm trickle of fresh blood seeping into the new bandage, but I didn't care. The jealousy was a living, breathing monster inside my chest, clawing at my lungs and squeezing my heart until I thought it might burst. It consumed every rational thought, every survival instinct, leaving only raw, primal possession in its wake.

“So picture this. Cillian and I are always together. I practically live here. In his room. We go everywhere together. He takes care of me. I take care of him. Now tell me what you think.” “Honestly, I’m very confused. You’re insinuating that there’s something between you and Kill, but how come it doesn’t bother you when he’s all over me?” “That’s hardly ‘all over you’. I wouldn’t describe your few chance-encounters being ‘all over you’.” I must have hit a nerve, because not only did I hear a low snarl coming from her but I also saw her eyes change colors. A shade of blue wolf eyes. Being reminded that Kinsley is a she-wolf and I’m not is eating me alive. Jealousy is like cancer, it spreads a