Jealousy Rage Novels & Stories

I wince. “Where have you been?!” he screams at my face. “It’s already morning! You promised you will return to me!” “I am here now, so I did return,” I say, grimacing at the pain he is causing me. I try to remove his hands on me, but it's even harder than a vise grip. He leans towards me and sniffs my neck. Then I felt it, madness. His rage is almost desperate. When he pulls back and looks suspiciously at me, I am able to place a name on what he is feeling. Frantic Jealousy.

Raize sneered at what Riz just said: "In your eyes, she loved us dearly. But whose mate was hugging a male intimately a while ago?" "That's her fucking friend who is lending his arms to console our mate! You need to solve your fucking toxic jealousy, man!" Riz's mouth was only full of curses towards his other half. He was really, really angry at Raize. He never thought that just because of jealousy, his other half would commit something outrageous, like having to reject their mate! He needs to take control of the body now and then go to their mate. He can't waste anymore time here talking to these useless guys.

She knew there was a need to act that way or he would have taken it out on her, she was jealous she wouldn't deny that— Jealousy is a powerful emotion, and when someone like her touches it she is certain of the type of damage it could do. At that moment, the jealousy in her was turning to a putrid rage. She refuses to see for certain that there was nothing to be worried about even if he had made it all clear that there was nothing between himself and whatever her name was. As painful as it is, because he doesn’t have time to explain to her why he did what he did— she had created a scenario at that back of her mind.

Today I learnt a new emotion about human beings. JEALOUSY. Jealousy is an emotion that can consume a person entirely, leaving them blinded by their insecure feelings. It can be as simple as wanting to be more beautiful, or as complicated as wanting to be better than someone else. But right now, all I wanted was to rip that clingy woman off my husband and crush her with my bare hands. Woah! Arielle, crazy much. Relax, she's just a random woman and you're his wife.

I think jealousy was killing me deep inside, especially when I noticed she was enjoying herself with him. What a f**ck*ng shit! My blood boils through my veins, like I wanted to punch that guy so hard. Being jealous is my damn weakness and I have nothing to do about it. My mood was totally ruined so I pulled Bridgette closer to me and kissed her. I kissed her out of annoyance. I became very impulsive without realizing what would be the possible consequence of my action. All I know is that I'm f*ck*ng jealous of Jeyah and that f*ck*ng guy!

Spiders and irresponsibility for instance. But rage was an emotion I had always tried to stay away from. I did get angry at times, in fact, quite a lot of times with my employees, especially my assistant. But rage is something different. It's not just a mere anger at something that goes away after some minutes. I believed that rage to be stronger than anger in so many levels. In fact, I'd always thought it to be the most dangerous of the triad. So I wanted to avoid it at all costs. And I had been successful at that. Up until now.

His hands clenched into a fist as he imagined shooting that guy who had once gotten his little wife obsessed with himself. Just the thought made his heart throb and his blood rush. He was Jealous. It was an unfamiliar and overwhelming feeling. The thought of Aarunya crushing on some guy from her neighbourhood made his blood boil. He wanted to hunt him down and beat him up for even having you look his way. But she is his now. And he has to claim that. His eyes narrowed, a dangerous look on his face.? S The alpha male instincts inside him were raging to kill anyone who his wife looked at in the past and then claim his wife all to himself.

Sexually. Jealous rage begins to take over, and my body begins to shift. Fur rips through my skin, and my breathes become ragged. One thought is pulsing through my brain, only one. She is mine!!!

This repeated rejection began to destabilize her entirely. Her fury, unable to breach the wall I built, began to manifest as aggressive, public paranoia. She picked unnecessary fights, directing her rage outward at anyone who dared to look my way. If a waitress or hotel clerk so much as held my gaze for a moment, Farah would confront them, her voice trembling with possessiveness, demanding respect for the status she believed she had earned. Her escalating jealousy in public spaces was exhausting, embarrassing, and only strengthened my core suspicion. This woman was deliberately slowing the search, hoping I would simply give up on Anna and finally accept her.

Surprised, I looked at him, only to notice he was averting his gaze and not daring to meet my gaze. "Have I… done anything wrong?" There was a hint of fragility in his voice, one I'd never heard coming from him. Wrong? He had never done anything wrong. Even if there were, it would only be that he never had a place for me in his life. "No, it's not that," I said softly. "You're perfect." "Then why do you want to break our mate bond?" He put his mug down. His ashen eyes were filled with suppressed emotions, like the sky before a storm.