Jealousy Novels & Stories

"I don't see anything wrong with it, Sweetie. What do you expect him to do , deny outright, it would make him like a jealous husband. Don't you think. "What is wrong with being a jealous husband, Mom. Doesn't it proves that he loves me rather the being indifferent. I got to think that he is not truly in love with me like he said. I feel that his indifference shows that he is having second thoughts about being tied to me in marriage, or rather he must realized that marrying me or being married to me is just to fulfill his teenage obsession with the girl in his memory, and he is beginning to regret it." "On the contrary Sweetie, he must have difficulty to deny his friend from his request. Be

It wasn’t something I could touch or fight or tear apart with my hands. It was the bond. And it was reacting. My breath hitched slightly as something unfamiliar surged through me, something dark and burning and completely out of my control. Something worse. My fingers dug harder into the ground as the sensation grew stronger, wrapping around my chest, tightening, suffocating. My teeth clenched as I tried to steady myself, but it only made it worse, the feeling spreading, sinking deeper, twisting into something I didn’t want to name. Jealousy. The realization came too quickly, too clearly. And it didn’t make sense. It shouldn’t have made sense.

Ariel asked, making Ernest stop in his tracks. How'd she know that? Ernest thought. "Jealous? What do you mean?" Ernest asked, trying to play dumb, but started walking again. "Jealous, as in anger, insecurity and frustration of someone who has something, or someone you do not have." "Of course not. Why would I be?" Ernest lied.

The name slid out of her like a sigh, full of longing that made Caelum’s teeth clench. Heat snapped through him, irrational and sharp. Jealousy wasn’t new—demons were born in packs of it—but this felt different. It wasn’t the covetous frustration of seeing power he couldn’t match, or status he’d never reach. It was small, sharp, and particular. He wished she hadn’t said his name like that. He wished he hadn’t heard it. The sound lodged under his breastbone like shrapnel, vibrating every time he drew breath.

Alvin muttered under his breath, his voice low and bitter, each word laced with the heat of his jealousy. The question echoed in his mind, filling him with a sense of frustration and helplessness that he couldn’t shake. His pulse quickened, the steady thump of his heartbeat growing erratic as the jealousy tightened its grip on him. Every fiber of his being bristled with the emotions he had kept buried for so long, and now, watching Patricia laugh so effortlessly with Caleb, those feelings surged to the surface, impossible to ignore.

“And since I’m neither of those things, you don’t have any claim over me. Which makes all these irritating actions you keep showing… completely pointless.” And, suddenly, he took a slow step forward, closing just enough distance for his presence to press a little harder into the space between us. “If I told you that I don’t like seeing you with other men especially low-ranked ones, would that change anything?” His stare didn’t waver. “Like I said, I only get mad because I’m seeing how easily you’re able to be comfortable with others. And I thought, I was the only one you were like that with.” “Jealousy,” he said next. “Can show up in different ways, whether it

He scowls. This is trouble. This feeling that's taking him over completely. This feeling that's coursing through his body like a stampede of wild horses. Jealousy. That's what it is. Tenz Jer'sey has something he doesn't. Some mental connection that's so emotional and entangled in their past, he can't compete with that.

Not with him. They looked too comfortable. The laugh came again, light, almost grateful, and something inside me went taut. My hands trembled against my sides. My wolf surged, pressing against my ribs, demanding, restless. MINE. The word wasn’t thought. It was instinct, cutting deep, branding itself into the marrow. Jealousy poured through me like poison. It hollowed my chest, made it hard to breathe. But why!? Why would I be jealous if Riven laughs with another guy?

He had imagined that something might happen and he could predict the kind of conversation that might have taken place but to actually see Vevina jealous was something that he hadn’t estimated. It was a good surprise. “Are you perhaps jealous?” he asked, chuckling and getting up as he watched Vevina freeze before him. She didn’t like what she had heard. Jealous? Why would she be jealous? “Aren’t you becoming a little too bold in your assumptions?” Vevina asked, hating the word. Her mother had been jealous all her life of the women that her father brought. Jealousy was therefore an emotion of weakness in her eyes. Something that was as disgusting and far crueler

He sighed, but there was no real frustration in it. Just possessiveness wrapped in restraint. We resumed walking, this time closer. His arm slid around my shoulders. Not claiming. Not announcing. Just… holding. And I realized something in that moment. Jealousy, when it comes from insecurity, is ugly. But when it comes from caring quietly… it feels different. He wasn’t afraid of losing me. He just didn’t like sharing the sight of my smile. And strangely, that made my heart beat a little faster.