Jealousy Novels & Stories

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?

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.

“Colby, stop with this crap and just tell me what is going on. The sooner you get to it the sooner I can move on and finish my school work. This is the last batch I have to do before graduation and I’m eager to get it done. Colby sighed. “Okay, fine we’ll get right to it then. I saw how you were the other day and I just wanted to talk about it.” “I don’t know what you're talking about…” “Lia, you don’t have to be ashamed of it. Jealousy is completely normal.” My cheeks turned bright red, the blush spreading down to my neck. “Why are you doing this to me? I think you want to embarrass me.” “No!” Colby exclaimed. “That’s not what I want to do at all, Lia. I just

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

Really, there was no reason to feel that way, but for some reason, a green monster had formed inside Lacey. Jealousy. It was a fickle feeling that occurred upon seeing another person with the things we wanted. Lacey didn’t try to deny it either. She was jealous that another woman got to experience what she wanted. It was hard to stop herself from looking at their table so often. Jonathan’s back was to her so he hadn’t noticed her yet, but Lacey met his date’s eyes a couple times. Lacey wasn’t sure what expression was on her face every time she looked over, but it couldn’t have been a pleasant one, judging by the way Jonathan’s date reacted.

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.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> His jealousy was still there. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But it was changing shape in the knowledge's light. He looked at it directly and found that it was not the jealousy of a man who had been robbed of something that belonged to him. It was the jealousy of a being who had been given something beautiful and had not known what it was and had not tended it in the way it needed to be tended and had watched someone else tend it with the care and the seeing that he had not managed, and the jealousy was really grief, was the specific grief of recognizing yo

"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.”

Jealousy surged within me, an uncontrollable fire threatening to consume my senses. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I watched them, my mind inundated with irrational thoughts. I wanted to storm into that restaurant, to pull Lyza away from that man and claim her as my own. It pained me to see her with another, even though we had not yet established a formal relationship. The possessiveness within me reared its ugly head, a primal instinct that yearned to mark her as mine. In the depths of my jealousy, I found myself engaging in a heated conversation with myself, my voice tinged with possessiveness and longing.

Today I learnt a new emotion about human beings. JEALOUSY. Jealousy is an emotion that can consume a person entirely, leaving them blinded by their insecure feelings. It can be as simple as wanting to be more beautiful, or as complicated as wanting to be better than someone else. But right now, all I wanted was to rip that clingy woman off my husband and crush her with my bare hands. Woah! Arielle, crazy much. Relax, she's just a random woman and you're his wife.