Jealousy Rage Novels & Stories

"Even if you pissed me off, I'll let it go." But as I watched from the other side of the screen, I felt nothing. My heart was a barren wasteland. See? He knew everything. He just thought he could keep pushing because he believed I'd always love him no matter what. Rita, convinced I was truly dead, turned all her rage over Milton's sudden absence onto me. The texts she sent were venomous. "Even in death, you're still trying to steal my man? Clearly, skinning you and blowing you up wasn't cruel enough."

YuZhi verbalized his impulsive thought, like a stroppy teen and then cringed at his own statement, knowing he was overreacting and sounding like a petty controlling boyfriend with insecurity issues. Nothing had happened except a conversation and an invite and here he was ready to go five rounds with him. This was a new emotion for him and one he had never experienced before, so he wasn’t sure if it was jetlag, exhaustion, or just because he was hungry and frustrated about this entire situation lately. He had never had an outright Jealous tantrum over Rhea, and she had many guy friends. It was making him antsy and wired and he needed an outlet for this bubbling anger.

The wall was already crumbling, it followed that I practically acted in accordance to my actual feelings. "You went crazy when you found out that he was cheating on you. You went as far as play the role of the obsessed chick and actually set people to track his every moves, creating the counterfeit point that you are equally doing something similar." I poured my angry mind at her. "Ally..." My father stood to his feet to interrupt our arguement. I raised a hand in his direction to halt his further involvement. "Save it dad, you know half of nothing we are saying here." I distributed my anger with him.

Shame for letting my anger take control, for assuming the worst without even trying to understand. I step back, running my hand through my hair as the realization of what I almost did washes over me. What the fuck is wrong with me? The question echoes in my head, loud and unforgiving. Turning sharply, I storm out of the office, away from Luna, away from Callum. I can’t deal with this. I can’t handle the intensity of what I’m feeling—the obsession, the jealousy, the uncontrollable rage that’s consuming me.

Jealousy surged through me, hot and fierce, making my hands clench into fists. "How dare he," I growled under my breath, my eyes narrowing at Daniel. The urge to march over there and rip him away from her was nearly overwhelming. To pull him apart for daring to touch what was mine. But all I could do was watch, seething with impotent rage, as Freya danced further out of reach. "Rafe?" Jessica's voice cut through my thoughts, her hand resting on my arm. "Leave me be, will you?" I snapped, shrugging her off. I couldn't deal with her right now; all my focus was on the couple across the room, the woman I wanted was with someone else and it was driving me insane.

It was like I was the only one, when we weren't the two of us. Those times when I was very annoyed that he didn't pay attention to me. He was talking to other people and not me. He and Iya also became close. That means something. That's why I'm annoyed by his act because I'm jealous. Jealousy does a lot. Sometimes, with the intensity of jealousy you feel... it leads to doing evil. I remembered that I was jealous of Caleigha. His cousin who has a child now. I have never seen him face to face. Only on video calls.

That same smug bastard who’d wrapped his hand around her waist in front of half the city’s elite, who’d sent that ridiculously expensive dress to her door like it meant nothing to drop that kind of money on a woman he’d known for barely a few weeks. I slammed my palm against the steering wheel, the horn letting out a short, sharp blare into the quiet street, startling even me with the suddenness of the motion. I sat there afterward, breathing heavily, and something about the intensity of my own reaction made me pause. I hadn’t reacted like this over anyone in years. Not over Cierra, not over any other woman I’d been involved with since marrying Anabel. This particular flavor of rage, this je

The third time—when her gaze lingered just a second too long, I felt something snap. Jealousy is an ugly thing. It doesn’t announce itself politely. It doesn’t wait to be understood. It hits fast, sharp, and without regard for context or reason. And it doesn’t care how old you are or how disciplined you’ve trained yourself to be. All it cares about is possession.

He does not reply but begins the healing process. “Bastard,” I mutter, my voice low and dangerous. The word is a snarl, a growl that seems to come from somewhere deep and primal. My vision blurs with red rage as I imagine Jax, my rival, touching what I believe to be rightfully mine. The jealousy is suffocating, a green haze that colours every thought and makes my skin crawl. He’s sinking his d*ck in my warmth! My comfort, my Meg- my mate!

It can only mean one thing. My stomach clenches with a sudden, ugly jolt that has nothing to do with fear. It’s a raw, immediate wave of something hot and bitter. Jealousy rises like bile in my throat. I shouldn’t care about the women he used to fuck. He’s my captor, my jailer, the monster I despise. But the thought of his perfect, ruthless body being intimate with any of these simpering, envious women, pumping into them, allowing them to share his bed, sends a spike of irrational rage through me. Has he fucked any of them in the bed we share? I’ll throw it out in a heartbeat.