Jealousy Novels & Stories

" 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.

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-

Dhruv ****** "Arjun, what is jealousy?" Kiaan asked smirking at me. "Jealousy is defined as a defensive reaction to a perceived threat to a valued relationship, arising from a situation in which the partner's involvement with an activity and/or another person is contrary to the jealous person's definition of their relationship." Arjun read the exact definition of it, of course, he read it from google. Can I kill my brother and my best friend? 'You can but then think about your reputation.' and here is one more devil, my inner self.

Jealousy and doubt twisted in my chest while his parents and Missy gushed over her, amazed at how long it had been since they’d last seen her. Even as they sat side by side at the table, the way his eyes lingered on her, and the subtle way his body leaned just slightly in her direction, felt like a relentless drill. I could feel heat creeping up the back of my neck, my ears burning as if someone had whispered a forbidden secret. My fingers trembled under the table, betraying the jealousy that twisted like a snake in my chest, coiling tighter with each stolen glance between them. I bit my lip hard, trying to contain the fiery ach

Jealousy. G****e described jealousy as the feeling or showing an envious resentment of someone or their achievements, possessions, or perceived advantages. I didn't know her nor of her achievements and possessions so there was no way I was jealous even though it took a couple of minutes for them to remember my presence in the room. After they parted from the hug, Niklaus turned to me paving way for me to get a glimpse of Ava clearly. She had an oval face, full lips, black hair that was tied up in a ponytail and don't get me started on her body. She was a ten over ten.

AUTHOR'S POV* Jealousy. It is a perplexing emotion that comes with a fear of being a abandoned or humiliation. It is a ruthless feeling that if people can't tame, it could ruin the confidence and relationship, as well as happiness of one being. Jealousy have different types. One is the jealousy where it can be accompanied by mental disorders such as obsessive - compulsive disorders. There are also jealousy that is manifested from the suspicion of physical infidelity. The usual jealousy where one person is having a series of thoughts a

draping themselves over him like he was theirs to devour and something inside me twisted. It was a slow and burning pain all sharp and cruel in the way it spread through my chest. It settled deep, coiling like a viper ready to strike and suffocating at the same time. It was Jealousy. Ugly and all consuming and impossible to ignore. It clawed at my ribs demandign to be let out, screaming at me to do something like rip them away from him or to drag them off his lap and remind him exactly who he once called his. But I didn’t.

Jealousy came first. He had no word for it, had never needed one, had never had occasion to develop the concept because the concept required the possibility of someone wanting what was yours and taking it, and nothing in Eden had ever been structured around that possibility. But his body knew it instinctively, the cold-hot rush of it, the specific sick quality of recognizing a thing that should not have happened and knowing it had happened and knowing he could not unmake it. Rage came second.

"You sense it too?” Elena frowned. "Sense what?” “Jealousy " he said, letting the word linger. "Not ordinary envy… jealousy. The kind that doesn’t just whisper threats. Acts on them. The kind that doesn’t tolerate being ignored.” Her chest tightened. "Who?” Adrian’s eyes flicked toward the mansion’s monitors. Small anomalies in security feeds had been flagged. "Someone close " he said. "Someone who believes they are entitled. Someone whose envy has turned into obsession.”

“What dangers are you talking about? I thought you said the person that stabbed me fled.” “Yes, I said that, but for caution's sake, we've sent men to man your door in case they return.” “Man, my door? They can't be that dangerous; they are people I know and simply acted out of jealousy. Oh shit, I just let out that I knew who they were. “Oh, now you're opening up, but there's something you need to know about jealousy: it drains the blood, and until it convinces itself there's nothing to be jealous of, it gets rid of all that's in its way; it's like cancer.”