Jealousy Novels & Stories

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

She said pointing to her stomach. “Mila could be on to something Eli,” Michael said “Jealousy can be a very strong and powerful emotion that can make you do crazy and hurtful things. I once seen a mother kill her husband of 25 years, because she was jealous that the children liked him more than her.” “Oh Annie right?” Lucifer asked Michael. “Yeah.” “She’s a lovely woman, she’s head chef at my mansion, you should stop by sometimes.” Lucifer offered. “Yeah Right,” Michael laughed “I highly doubt she would want to see me after I kicked her to hell.”

I could feel the heat caused by jealousy radiating from her body. “May the best man win”

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.

It doesn't come in colors but waves. Doesn't know reason but desire. Doesn't care the method but the result. Not from Allah but shaytwaan. It is the green-eyed monster. Jealous, envy if you may call it that. It's more about why not mine, why someone else's. Why does someone possess something? Why don’t I? ~Humeyra THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V

Karl said outright without hesitation, "I'll be very jealous." "And what's jealous?" Karl wasn't sure of what to say. "Shouldn't you also read that up? Well, I guess you will. Anyway, it's envy, and suspicion towards those you love. It's like...well, I'm not very sure. But it's something that taints your mood. Usually, it makes you sad, you know." "I think I felt that when the princess asked if I could let you into her bed. I was jealous. I couldn't say why, but I was."

She was mine by right, by history, by everything we'd built together before I'd destroyed it. My hands clenched into tight fists, the knuckles turning white as my fingernails dug into my palms hard enough to draw blood. Small crescents of pain bloomed where my nails broke skin. I could feel one of the stitches on my ribs pop from the tension, a warm trickle of fresh blood seeping into the new bandage, but I didn't care. The jealousy was a living, breathing monster inside my chest, clawing at my lungs and squeezing my heart until I thought it might burst. It consumed every rational thought, every survival instinct, leaving only raw, primal possession in its wak

How much did she hear before she spoke and alerted us to her conscious state? “How are you feeling little one?” Zander leans over her, cups her cheek in his hand and plants a soft kiss on her sweet, full lips. Heat rises up my spine and my neck feels like it’s on fire. So this is what jealousy feels like. I expected something different , like my vision to go blurry, isn’t that what jealousy is meant to feel like? “No, you are thinking of rage. Blind rage. It’s a common turn of phrase.” Liberty’s voice sounds in my head. I would have though she said it out loud, it was that clear, however her lips didn’t move.

I can’t recall ever feeling jealous or possessive about Mike. Heartbroken yes, but when I learned he was cheating I didn’t feel envy for Kate, only sorrow for myself and all those wasted years. But I feel jealous now. I feel a possessive fury unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Something raw and primal is building up inside me, and I don’t know how to identify it or reign it in. Is this the pup too? Staking its claim on its father? Or have I lost my mind?