Jealousy Novels & Stories

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.

Suddenly he asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you think you're doing?" "What do you think you - are doing? " I repeated his question. "Do you think you can affect me like this by getting closer to the other guys? What were you doing with Alex? He's an alpha and mateless, aren't you aware of it ? Just because you couldn't become my luna, now you are going around seducing some random alphas? Are you this desperate?" he asked angrily. Jealousy filled in his every sentence. Suddenly he thumped his hands strongly on the door in both sides of my head. "If you think this trick will work, you are very wrong."

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.

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.”

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.