Novel & Cerita Jealousy

REBECCA "Well, I would describe jealousy as a wave. It crashes into your heart with a mix of emotions. Anger and sadness. Most of the time, it's not a pleasant feeling, but it hurts. Right here," she said, placing her hand over her heart. "It hurts. Your chest tightens, and it feels like you can't breathe. Sometimes you might feel like crying or becoming so furious that you want to resort to violence, like punching someone in the face. I can't exactly put it into words, but it's quite overwhelming."

It left me clean and shaky and angrier than before. Jealousy is hunger with a smart mouth. It tells me to bite my way back to his attention. It tells me to walk into his war room and put my throat in his hand and remind him I am the promise that bleeds the same. It tells me to get loud. He hates when I get loud when the pack can hear; it makes him a man instead of a myth and he hates being the only man in front of those who need him to be weather.

His Stormy eyes were filled with fire, hatred, resentment, guilt, and last but not the least bitterness. And if I have to Combine all those feelings in one word than it would be, Jealousy. Carlos Vincent was jealous. He was that jealous of that made up character that he could easily burn this room down with just the look in his eye. Damn Celine! You are in trouble. Xx__xX

It was like I was the only one, when we weren't the two of us. Those times when I was very annoyed that he didn't pay attention to me. He was talking to other people and not me. He and Iya also became close. That means something. That's why I'm annoyed by his act because I'm jealous. Jealousy does a lot. Sometimes, with the intensity of jealousy you feel... it leads to doing evil. I remembered that I was jealous of Caleigha. His cousin who has a child now. I have never seen him face to face. Only on video calls.

Chapter 16 Aiden I have a tendency of getting jealous when it's not the right time and my jealousy stems from the fear of losing everything that I have with regards to what I've earned or whatever turned and I know it's not an excuse but I can't help how I feel and sometimes I have conversations in my head about how I feel instead of telling people heart really feel and it manifests through my actions and in the way that I conduct things or in the way that seemingly so as it turns out right now speak to the person that I am in a relationship with.

It can only mean one thing. My stomach clenches with a sudden, ugly jolt that has nothing to do with fear. It’s a raw, immediate wave of something hot and bitter. Jealousy rises like bile in my throat. I shouldn’t care about the women he used to fuck. He’s my captor, my jailer, the monster I despise. But the thought of his perfect, ruthless body being intimate with any of these simpering, envious women, pumping into them, allowing them to share his bed, sends a spike of irrational rage through me. Has he fucked any of them in the bed we share? I’ll throw it out in a heartbeat.

A familiar uncomfortable heat was building in her stomach and she bit her lip. "Not now please, wait a bit." His forehead almost touched his knees as he leaned forward. I was going into heat again. He was already panting. She did not want it to happen again, her jealousy was extremely exhausting, painful and so often it had deprived her of almost all her energy because in those three days that she was locked up she could barely take care of herself. He squeezed his eyes tightly hoping for a miracle that would stop the advance of his zeal but it only made it worse.

But now, he is busy baking cookies for his "friend." Something welled up in her heart—something she is not used to. Jealously can be the name for this feeling. She didn't even get any chance to spend some time with Pup. She misses the pup like crazy. She didn't even have any dinner, but now she had lost her appetite. What was this feeling? Why does she feel like this?

Maria fell silent. She knew her jealousy had crossed the line. Hailey’s car was the exact model she wanted, but her husband refused to let her get it. Secretly, she slapped herself and thought, “Ugh, why did I have to get jealous? It’s just a car, no big deal! If I cannot travel abroad next month, wouldn’t that result in me losing face in the eyes of my closest friends? She paced back and forth in her room.”

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.