Jealousy The Voice Novels & Stories

Who knew that she would be jealous over something so trivial? “Jealous?” Stella’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at him as if he just cracked the greatest joke of all time. “You must be dreaming.” Weston didn’t like her dismissive tone and pinched her nose, “What? Does the great Stella Sealey not know how to be jealous?” Stella shook her head, “I wouldn’t do something so immature.” “Really?” Weston leaned closer to her and whispered in a low voice that was laced with threats.

Melody's POV The acrid tone of Jewel's voice sliced through the air before I even turned around."Do not think that Jones will let this slide," she snarled through gritted teeth.Her words slid through the thronged hall like a snake's venom. I froze mid-step, my back tensing. I slowly turned around and looked at her."Oh, I'm terrified," I said in a mocking tone, creating a shiver in my spine. "What are you going to do? Sell me? Or press me into low-paid work like one of your father's servants?Her eyes turned into thin slits. "You're just jealous of me!" She took a step forward, her heels clicking hard against the marble floor. "Tell me, is it because of Jay? Is it because I stole him from you?

She was talking to someone. But just as I was about to go on with my business, I heard a familiar voice. It was my said Fiancée. I couldn't mistake his unique voice. " Why can't I be jealous when the man that I love is all over another woman? Calling her the perfect Miss Green?" She asked, her voice tinged with jealousy. " I am sorry, Jade, okay? You are the one that I love and you know it. " He whispered , his voice soft like a gentle breeze.

His eyes, his voice, his scent, his body — everything about him drives me insane… just like his fiancée does. Jealousy. Intense, burning, suffocating — vile, like a venomous snake coiling inside me. I never thought I could be this jealous! I’ve never felt anything like it before. When I see Nicole next to him, I can’t help but imagine what kind of death would suit her best. Should I tear her apart right there in the office, turning her into a bloody mess? Or throw her out the window without even opening it? Poison her, maybe? Or at least slip something laxative into her coffee? I can’t help these thoughts. Thank the Moon Goddess I can at least let them stay in my imagination.

His voice is low, almost gentle. I set my hands on the edge of the table to steady myself. “It’s… fine. He’s just stressed.” “That isn’t stress.” Darius steps closer, careful but unhesitating. “That was jealousy.” Jealousy. The word sinks into me slowly, like ink bleeding through paper. Damian. Jealous. Of me. Or of Darius. Or of something he doesn’t understand. I shake my head. “He doesn’t get jealous.” Darius’s lips lift in a humorless smile. “You underestimate the Navarro bloodline.”

But, she’s guilty, isn’t she? Apologizing was the least I could do after the punishment she had to endure. At least not as Alaric the leader but as Alaric the friend she does deserve an apology from me. As I neared her door, the murmur of voices reached my ears. Curiosity enveloped me and I took hurried steps to the door and placed an ear on it. A tinge of jealousy gripped me as I heard the voices in there. Why do I always find these two together but worst off, why do I feel jealous? I’m already engaged to the beautiful Ava. The familiar voices of Alana and Jordan welcomed so many unwelcome feelings and thoughts inside of me.

her scowl deepened as her chest rise up and down. "I'm JEALOUS!" I snap at her, trying to lower my voice as I explain my feelings to her, "I am jealous of him holding your hand. I am jealous that you can act so happy and free with him. I am jealous that he could make you laugh so easily when all I've done is to make you cry. I am jealous that you could long for his presence but you can't even stand on seeing me for about an hour. I am jealous of that fucking British lad who happens to save you that day!”

Ethan glares at me. “You don’t need to answer that.” WHY IS HE JEALOUS OF HIS OWN MOTHER ASKING A QUESTION. Mrs. Jang giggles. “My son is jealous.” “I’M NOT JEALOUS.” “He is,” she sings. “I’m NOT jealous.” “He totally is,” I mutter. His eyes snap to me. Sharp. Narrow. Dangerously pretty. “Don’t push me,” he warns softly. WHY DOES THAT SOUND ILLEGAL AND ILLEGAL-LY ATTRACTIVE.

"We were business partners. It was strictly professional. Surely you aren't going to be one of those jealous, nagging wives who starts a fight over nothing, are you?" At the word *jealous*, Amanda’s eyebrows shot up. A spark of genuine fire lit her eyes. Just as Joey braced herself for a typical angry outburst, Amanda’s expression suddenly crumpled. she turned to Benjamin with a look of pure, exaggerated grievance. "Hubby," she pouted, her voice trembling. "She’s calling me a jealous nag." Joey: "..." Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. She hadn't seen *that* pivot coming.

There’s something raw there—something soft and repentant. “I just needed—” His voice breaks off like he doesn’t know how to finish the sentence. I steel myself, narrowing my eyes. “What kind of game are you playing, Noah?” My voice shakes, but I hope it sounds stronger than I feel. His thumb brushes over my side, slow and deliberate. "Are you jealous?” A bitter laugh slips out before I can stop it. “Are you kidding me now? Is that even supposed to be the next question to defend yourself? Jealous? Of her? Please. This is just a contract, remember? I have no reason to be jealous."