Novel & Cerita Jealousy

The third time—when her gaze lingered just a second too long, I felt something snap. Jealousy is an ugly thing. It doesn’t announce itself politely. It doesn’t wait to be understood. It hits fast, sharp, and without regard for context or reason. And it doesn’t care how old you are or how disciplined you’ve trained yourself to be. All it cares about is possession.

Right now. Is he sitting close? Is his hand on her knee? Is he telling her she’s safe? Jealousy is a beast. It claws up my throat. It’s in my teeth. I stop thinking. I don’t want Lia in my head while I’m inside someone else. So I move. hard , deep and fast The headboard hits the wall. Again. Again. No love. No want. Just hate. Hate for the empty. Hate for me. The bed is loud. We’re loud.

It hit the wall with a dull thud, completely unsatisfying. My chest heaved as I paced back and forth, my bare feet slapping against the cold floor. Heat crawled up my neck and spread across my face. Jealousy — ugly, vicious jealousy — twisted like a knife in my stomach. I couldn’t stop the vivid, unwanted pictures flooding my brain. Are they kissing right now? Is he touching her? Is she on her knees for him? Is he enjoying the way she moans his name?

I could feel the tension from across the flagstones. I tried to tell myself I wasn’t lurking. Nope, just keeping an eye out. Making sure my Beta was still thinking straight and not doing things that he isn't supposed to do, that he wasn't chasing his feelings while neglecting things that are more crucial in the pack, that he wasn’t letting his feelings get in the way. Total lie, obviously. I knew exactly what I was doing. Jealousy is a nasty thing that simmers under your skin and whispers all kinds. Of things and excuses to back up your stupid claims.

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.

It's a fragrance of civil war. "You think this is over? That you've marked your territory like a dog and now everything is settled?" She leans in, hands on the table, her bruised face inches from mine. Her voice whispers, a sweet venom. "Jealousy is a weed. You've watered it with blood. It will grow faster, stronger. You will doubt every silence. Every outing. Every glance I cast at another man, a delivery driver, a neighbor. You will rot from the inside."

Even now, he still thought I had nothing better to do than joke around with Mom's life and my own? I held Mom's hand, gently patting the back of it to help her calm down. Her face was pale, her breathing rapid—clearly James's words had upset her tremendously. "I wish I'd never given birth to a son like you!" Marianne's voice trembled as she looked at James with disappointment. "For the sake of a woman, you've stopped believing your own sister and mother. You've truly let me down!" Marianne's words completely enraged James. Humiliated and angry, he shouted, "Mom! How can you say that? When would I ever not care about you?

again in that breathy, submissive way she did. My hand slipped down my stomach almost on instinct, fingers hovering just above my soaked pussy. I was dripping, clit swollen and sensitive. But I stopped myself, curling my fingers into a fist. I didn’t want to touch myself while listening to them. It felt wrong. Dirty in a way that twisted the knife deeper. This jealousy was new and ugly, something I hadn’t prepared for when I started this game. I hated this feeling. I hated how jealous I was of my own mother.

This sour and bitter feeling churning nonstop in my chest is making me want to destroy something. I don't go to bed. Instead I turn around and pretend to be thirsty. Sneaking glances at my husband and Jo the motherfucker, I volunteer to wash the dishes, something I've never done before. I bet Jo and Alessio are sleeping together or have slept together. Hold on. Am I jealous? Over someone I just met three weeks ago? Yes, I'm fucking jealous and it doesn't feel right. I want to slap myself and knock my head on the wall. What's wrong with me?

He’s looking right at her with those I-want-to-devour-you eyes The caption says ‘Don Romano’s Wife Finding New Interests?’ I stare at it. The words blur for a second before everything inside me goes cold. My thumb tightens around the phone until I almost hear it crack. I feel something unfamiliar crawl up my throat. Jealousy. Pure and ugly. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s always a feeling of possession. Not jealousy. But this time, it’s different.