Jealousy Novels & Stories

Jaye slumped against the couch and closed her eyes, trying to steady her racing heart. Jealous? The word echoed in the silence. No. It was disgusting. Disgust for a man who could so easily cheat on his wife, disgust for herself for wanting him so desperately. It was just physical. A chemical reaction. An itch that only he could scratch. She took a deep breath, plastered the serene smile back on her face and stepped out of the room, ready to rejoin her own bachelor party

Angeline was seething as she said, “It’s not like I’m angry at you. I’m merely unhappy.” Jay knew the feeling well since he was constantly jealous of Cole in the past as well. He had been inexplicably irritable like this too. He felt strangely happy that Angeline was able to feel jealous because of him.

Not that she needed to show her teeth to be scary. "Hang on," I said, ignoring her expression. "Isn't avarice the same as jealousy?" "No, avarice is the desire for material objects, or for pleasure (she took great enjoyment out of gazing directly at me as she spoke, emphasising the word pleasure slightly) where as jealousy is the desire for something that is someone elses." "Well?" she said, her hands going to her hips. She took a pose, leaning more on one leg than the other. Her movement made her breasts jiggle, and I could almost feel them in my hand. I wanted to feel them in my hand.

Brent Jealousy ; that ugly green eyed monster that crops up every time you think you have everything sussed out, under control, and safe. I have to admit I get insanely envious and It can sometimes lead to regret for doing what I did for fear of abandonment, seeing someone as a rival or losing what's mine.

I felt a pang in my heart. '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' "Jealousy yeah" "Yeah it's an unwanted gift of love." "Please continue we have very little time left."

She was everything I wasn't. And me? I was the girl with a blind and dull right eye. People flinched when they looked into it. There was no security camera in that corner, so I took the blame. Even my own mother looked at me with disgust. "Sienna, she's your sister. How could you hate her so much?"

It's a fragrance of civil war. "You think this is over? That you've marked your territory like a dog and now everything is settled?" She leans in, hands on the table, her bruised face inches from mine. Her voice whispers, a sweet venom. "Jealousy is a weed. You've watered it with blood. It will grow faster, stronger. You will doubt every silence. Every outing. Every glance I cast at another man, a delivery driver, a neighbor. You will rot from the inside."

The Goddess whose magic was currently scratching at my insides clapped her hands together and grinned, “I can’t tell you how pleased I was to see that you brought her along. Her jealousy is delicious. So savage—so bloodthirsty!” “Control yourself, little wolf. Nothing happened between us, I swear it.” He pleaded softly. “Don’t you see?” I snarled through gritted teeth. “I. Can’t.” “What is the meaning of this?” Elias’s oceanic eyes darted between the three of us, ignoring Juniper completely. “What trouble have you caused now, Jade?” The joy on her face soured, sharpening the soft curves of her cheeks until they appeared sharp enough to cut. As the hair growing

There was only a worn thread of shared history, as thin as a thread can be, and a fresh, bright line of something that was plainly and solely pity. The green thing beneath my breastbone did not disappear. I want that recorded. It remained while I looked at the truth, and it went on insisting. I understood for the first time that jealousy is not information. It is weather. You can stand in it and read the evidence at the same time, and it does not care in the slightest. I made myself walk away from the shutters, and that was the only genuinely clever thing I did in the whole of that month. The letter arrived the next morning.

I was a sucker for pretty faces. The only reason I agreed to date Isabelle was because she was passable-looking as partner material. It had only been a few days since junior year started when my roommate came over to me and awkwardly said, "Damian, I just spotted your girlfriend getting pretty close to that well-known broke pretty boy by the campus lake." I immediately rolled up my sleeves and rushed toward the lake. From a distance, I saw Isabelle standing very close to a slim young man. But the moment I got a good look at his face, I froze. "Damn! This guy was insanely handsome!" He was so good-looking that even I, as another guy, was jealous. Isabelle frowned and stepped in front of me.