Novel & Cerita Jealousy The Voice

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.

"Are you doubting my intentions, baby?" I sighed, softening a little. "It’s not that. I know you, and I trust you. But I can’t help being possessive. I hate having other women around you." He chuckled, brushing his fingers across my lips. "Jealousy looks good on you, but you should know that I’m only yours. No one can ever take me away from you." I turned my face away as he leaned in, my voice filled with mock doubt. "But she’s so beautiful, Elijah. What if, one day, you start liking her? Her blue eyes and pink lips already make me so jealous."

She was beginning to see the signs of jealousy from his words, which made her a little worried, but she still wanted to be in control, so she had to act like she wasn't worried at all. “Why do you sound like that? I am only trying to voice out my frustration, and here you are adding your stupid jealousy into it.” Nyx sounded very cold towards him, and it rubbed off the wrong way on him because he immediately thought that she wasn't being genuine about her feelings towards him.

Her voice dripped with malice. "You wanted me out of the way," I realized, my mind reeling. "You thought if I was gone, Grayson would turn to you." Her eyes blazed with anger, but I saw the truth beneath; the desperation and insecurity she desperately tried to hide. Her confession hung in the air, a toxic cloud of jealousy and manipulation. I felt a mix of emotions; anger, disgust, and sadness. "You're willing to hurt someone just to get what you want," I breathed, shaking my head.

A chuckle echoes in the corridor. A feeling I’m not quite familiar with pangs at me, making my jaw tighten. Whoever she’s communicating with sure must be hilarious. I’m not sure if I like it. What? Jealous? I thought you hate her guts. I grit my teeth at the voice in my head. I am anything but jealous. “Why, thank you, kind ma’am.” Lorelei humours. So it’s a woman. I raise a brow. Yeah, being jealous of a woman is a wild thing to achieve, Ace. The voice says. I swear, if I could, I would drill my hand into my brain to take out my conscience. It is supposed to be with me and not work against me.

"They've gone way too far! Even if you can tolerate this, I can't!" "Exactly! Let's get up there and teach that pair of lowlifes a lesson!" They clenched their fists, fuming and ready to storm the stage to teach Amelia and Zayden a lesson. I held them back. "Violence is for fools. Don't worry; I'll make them regret this." Despite my warnings, they seethed and muttered curses under their breath at Zayden. I remained silent and secretly recorded the couple's passionate kissing display. After what felt like an eternity, Zayden finally let go of Amelia. He shot me a provocative look and said, "Are you feeling jealous, Mason? I noticed you stood up earlier and tried to rile up the executives. Do

In the long minute that I was silent, that was the only word that managed to come out of my mouth. "Damn, I don't know either!" He answered frustrated, I can even imagine his face. His forehead was wrinkled and his eyebrows almost met. I took a deep breath, "Are you perhaps, Jealous?" I closed my eyes tightly, please let me hear your answer. "Jealous you say," he said softly, "maybe I am, so what if it’s jealousy? What will you do for, Lia?"

"Damn it." I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white under the strain. The bitter taste of jealousy tainted my tongue as I recalled the countless instances where Jayden had stolen the spotlight, effortlessly captivating the attention of our pack and even our parents. It was as if I was always living in his shadow, forever cast aside, deemed unworthy.

"Even in death, you're still trying to steal my man? Clearly, skinning you and blowing you up wasn't cruel enough." "Go to hell with your little bastard!" I shut my eyes and calmed myself. Quietly, I preserved every text and waited—for the storm that was sure to come.

Julian’s voice came through the door more heavily this time, like the emotion underneath it had finally stopped pretending to stay contained. “He betrayed you in the cruelest way possible, and somehow he still got to stand beside you like he had the right to keep you.” I could hear him exhale slowly after that, the sound faint against the silence between us. “And I hated him for it.” The confession no longer sounded elegant now. No longer controlled. It sounded painfully human. “So yes,” he admitted quietly, “jealousy drove me into doing all of it.” I sat motionless against the door while his words continued spilling through the space between us, each sentence sounding like something he had