Novel & Cerita Jealousy

He didn’t know why he felt that way. Tyler took a deep breath. He picked up his phone and opened the browser. He searched about human feelings. Tyler laughed a little when he read the result of his search. Jealousy is a feeling or state of resentment, bitterness, or hostility toward someone because they have something that you don’t. “I don’t feel jealousy because Kyra is still mine.” Tyler smiled.

This is getting too hot for me to watch. Whoever said Jealousy is a bitch is so right. Jealousy is really a bitch that would fuck up your mind and rile up your whole body.

The gesture was so intimate, so loving, that something ugly and hot twisted in my chest. Jealousy. Pure, vicious jealousy.

Jealous: feeling or showing envy of someone or their achievements and advantages. Nero "I'm still not sure about sending him off with Vesper. Remind me why am I doing this again?" Tessa asked me for the third or maybe fourth time already. I know that I should be bored by now. She had told me that she did not expect sudden care for other humans or vampires. Tessa confessed that it came so suddenly that she didn't think it was in her to give a damn in the first place.

To see him free of that shadow, even if it meant he was free of me, was a balm to a corner of my soul. But then the other tide rolled in, cold and sharp: jealousy. A bitter, acidic jealousy that burned through my veins. Why wasn't I the one making him laugh like that? Why wasn't I the one sharing that easy camaraderie? It was a selfish, ugly emotion, yet undeniably potent. I stood there, a silent sentinel amidst the cacophony, watching him, studying every nuance of his expression.

"Jealous means I want what the other person has without them losing it. Envious means I want to take it from them for myself." "And you... want me?" "I thought that was obvious, Kamila." "I am literally about to throw you guys in a room together and not let you leave until you've banged out whatever this is." Laury points between me and Jackson. Only, that wouldn't happen. Because if I'd still held any belief that fucking Jackson, having him carry out my fantasies a few times, would relieve this new need I've felt for him, then that would be thrown away by now. Because by now, I know that each time I get to feel Jackson inside of me only makes me want him more. I crave him with a need that i

happy. Content in a way Kieran had never seen before. The sight hit him like a physical blow to the chest. His entire body went rigid, every muscle locking up as if he'd been struck by lightning. An emotion he'd never experienced before surged through him - pure, undiluted rage mixed with something else. Something darker and more possessive. Jealousy. Raw, primal jealousy that burned through his veins like acid. He didn't even have time to analyze where this fury was coming from. His brain seemed to shut down completely, overwhelmed by the intensity of his reaction.

" I make fun of him. "Nah! I'm not envious; rather, I'm territorial. Jealousy occurs when you desire something that is not yours. Territorial is defending what is already yours, sweety!" he whispered, kissing my neck. "How did you come to know something like that?" Are you certain you're not a womanizer in that line? "I don't believe so." With what he said, I think I reddened from head to toe! It literally rocked me to my core. That was the first time I'd heard it.

Moira is a moral female she does not wish to possess him but why does my heart squeeze blisteringly when I mark them together, why cannot I seem to stop doubting them? Jealousy, possessiveness, suspicion are disastrous things for they wield a certain power greater than others. They can ruin a being slaying both the mind and heart concurrently. My wolf unveils her teeth at her male gnarling seethingly pacing back and forth behind her fence, she loathes what she is seeing. This she finds to be a revolting scene to behold.

The only thing I did that brought me any resemblance of joy. Those flowers that I myself have cared for, nurtured and worried for. My blood was boiling. I never got mad at him- never because I always felt like such a piece of shit for all I've ever done to him. I always tried to be quiet, tried to keep out of his life. Still, this one things- this... All of that was stupid to this- this-