Jealousy Rage Novels & Stories

A lot of emotions shot through my veins, anger, rage, jealousy. Yes! Jealousy. That was it. That was what I was feeling. Why? I don't understand. It's not like I like her or something. I don't even want the bitch as my mate. But I also do not want her with any other man. I realized. I didn't expect to feel this way but I couldn't help it. Maybe it had to do with all this mate system nature. Or maybe I was feeling what my wolf was feeling. Because this just isn't me.

She was just a student, and I should let her be. But I couldn't shake the possessiveness that gnawed at me, or the jealousy that threatened to consume me. Fucking Jealousy? Was I jealous? I wasn't! I can't be! My wolf was the jerk making me feel all these foreign emotions. I had no idea if Leila was into dark-haired guys, and that thought only edged me on. Firstly, she got involved with her father who was a dark haired man, then me and now this boy. Rage swirled inside me like a hurricane, and the urge to bash the boy's head against the wall was overwhelming. My wolf wanted to tear him limb from limb, to break his bones and draw his blood, to make him scream for touching what was his. What w

Before he can finish, his head lolls slightly, his eyes rolling back, and just like that—he’s unconscious again. A violent, uncontrollable flame ignites inside me. Jealousy. Rage. Pure, unfiltered irritation. My teeth grind so hard my jaw aches. My nails dig deeper into my palms, sharp enough to break skin. Arella. Again. She’s everywhere. In everything. Even here, even now, even when I am right in front of him, she’s the one he sees. I can’t stand it. The need to destroy something—to smash every single object in this sterile, miserable room—is overpowering.

He’d never let himself believe what it actually was. “Impossible,” he scoffed, but his voice had tightened. Baylee tilted her head. “Do I smell like it’s impossible?” He inhaled. His nostrils flared. For one heartbeat, his mask cracked. Jealousy hit the air like acid. Rage, possessive and ugly and old. He covered it fast. Too fast. His smile came back, thin and bright and false. “Doesn’t matter,” he said lightly. Baylee’s stomach went ice cold.

"47 thousand dollars? Did I hear that right? My family can't even find that kind of money! This woman broke that much?" "Lucky for her, the employer was merciful. If it were me, I'd have kicked her out for 700 dollars." "Forget what I said earlier. She brought this on herself." Ellie's expression changed instantly when she noticed my hard stance. She gritted her teeth, ready to spill some earth-shattering bomb. "Fine! Since you won't give me a way out, I don't need to protect your secrets anymore! "Everyone, this woman is rotten to the core! She was born ugly and ostracized, and it turned her into a monster. She was so jealous of her mother's beauty that she's been poisoning her mother's ski

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.

And there is nothing I can do about it. I feel the anger bubbling in me, making me want to pull off an unexpected move. I am really sure that I won't hesitate. Not just anger - there is something else, something that I am not able to control right now. Jealousy. I am jealous on another level. I am going into overdrive.

A familiar uncomfortable heat was building in her stomach and she bit her lip. "Not now please, wait a bit." His forehead almost touched his knees as he leaned forward. I was going into heat again. He was already panting. She did not want it to happen again, her jealousy was extremely exhausting, painful and so often it had deprived her of almost all her energy because in those three days that she was locked up she could barely take care of herself. He squeezed his eyes tightly hoping for a miracle that would stop the advance of his zeal but it only made it worse.

Meanwhile I was over here rationing my own happiness like it might run out if I used too much of it at once. Something ugly coiled low in my stomach, and — I'll admit it, since you're the only one I'm going to admit it to — I let it. I let the rage climb, because it was so much easier than sitting with what was actually underneath it. I told myself I was watching out for her. That's the story I gave myself, anyway, lingering in the shadow of the archway with my nails cutting little crescents into my palms. Leslie's eyes glistened — tears, unmistakable tears — and for one unbearable second I almost believed them. Almost let the jealousy in me go quiet long enough to just worry about my friend

Hector sighed. "Emma, you're just... too forgiving. She ruined your leg, almost burned you alive, and yet you still defend her." Emma melted into his arms, her face soft and sympathetic. "I was always the better sister," she murmured, voice thick with emotion. "She was jealous, but I never thought she'd hate me this much." Her voice quivered, and Hector's eyes darkened as he deepened his grip on her. "I won't let her hurt you again. She crippled you, Emma—I can't forgive her for that. I'll divorce her. I'll protect you, no matter what."