Novelas y relatos de Jealousy

I saw in the direction where Alisia went,clutching tight my hand on the stearing wheel. "Just wait and watch Alisia. What I will do with you...!!!" I said to myself. Igniting the car engine I went to KNIGHT MANSION calling off the wretched night. A/P "Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy - in fact, they are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other."

“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.

It's as if we're trapped in a never-ending competition, fighting against an idealized version of our fears. As jealousy courses through our veins, it can bring out our most irrational behaviors and thoughts. We may obsessively check our partner's messages, doubt their intentions, and question our own worthiness. The very essence of jealousy is the belief that someone else possesses what we lack, and it's a tormenting thought that can tear us apart.

A strange, foreign feeling. Jealousy.

He painted every day with mother and he was always so talented. Jane leapt from her chair because of what Lowis had just said. Between those two, it wasn't a love story. Daily, they were spoiling for each other... Well, Jane was looking for Lowis, and Lowis avoided her as much as possible. Once, when we were at the library, Lowis confided to me that Jane was a person who could be jealous sometimes. Not knowing what that meant, I asked Angela to explain it to me, and she told me that jealousy was a feeling of envy towards a someone else who had something that you didn't have and would like to have. In most cases, the jealous person felt hostility, spite or bitt

King Louis' eyes turned red with anger. "No, no, no, please hear me out, Your Majesty. I just want you to recognize your heart. You have always been decisive in dealing with matters of state, why are you so hesitant in this area of love? You are also feeling hard now, right? Does it feel bitter and sour, like being pricked by needles and unable to breathe? Yes, this feeling is called jealousy. It' s a different type of heartache. "

I glared at that woman for that comment. “Look, even this shameless pregnant woman is ogling these men leaving her husband. I feel bad for her poor husband." The other woman whispered when her eyes landed on me. I knew she didn’t want me to hear, but I could also hear whispers. ‘Let’s show them who is our poor husband,’ Anika growled in my mind, fuming in anger. I wasn’t a jealous type of woman, but I was territorial. Jealousy is when you want something that isn’t yours. Territorial is protecting what’s already yours.

"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."

Surprised, I looked at him, only to notice he was averting his gaze and not daring to meet my gaze. "Have I… done anything wrong?" There was a hint of fragility in his voice, one I'd never heard coming from him. Wrong? He had never done anything wrong. Even if there were, it would only be that he never had a place for me in his life. "No, it's not that," I said softly. "You're perfect." "Then why do you want to break our mate bond?" He put his mug down. His ashen eyes were filled with suppressed emotions, like the sky before a storm.

She put her lips in a pout. "You should not let terrible friends influence you. Justine is a really hot guy," I paused to swallow the lump that had grown in my throat. "And basically every girl wants him. You know better than everyone that you are really lucky. Who knows how many of your friends want your relationship to end because they are jealous of you?" Caramel was blind to these sort of things. Anyone who had him to claim and thought they wanted to lose that bond, was definitely crazy.