Jealousy The Voice Novels & Stories

My breathing became shallow and rapid. "Elena?" Ethan's voice rang out amidst the sound of water. He sounded like he was smiling. "Do you want to shower?" he asked. Flustered, I quickly left. My heart was pounding in my chest. Since when had he known how to tease like that? Due to the earlier incident, the atmosphere in the dining room had a slightly suggestive atmosphere to it. "Elena." Ethan's handsome face suddenly loomed closer. I instinctively shrank backward. "There's some jam on your collar." As he spoke, his finger grazed against my collarbone.

I tried to focus on Carmela’s voice, on the show, on anything else, but their words were stuck in my mind. Shit! Is this what jealousy feels like?

If only you could see just what you do to me Oh jealousy you tripped me up Jealousy you brought me down You bring me sorrow you cause me pain Jealousy when will you let go? Gotta hold of my possessive mind Turned me into a jealous kind --Queen Jealousy Ethan's POV I feel a light tap on my shoulder and a voice that absolutely made my voice crawl from deep within. "Mind if I cut in?" Inwardly scowling I turn my head to see the man who I despised with every fiber of my being.... Asherton Darling.

For a moment, Jada hesitated, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her dress. Finally, she sighed, realizing that she couldn't keep her emotions bottled up any longer, and said, "Chase, it's just that... it bothered me how Melissa was all over you back there in the lobby. And the way she used your grandmother's approval to undermine me. It made me feel..." When she pouted in hesitation, Chase raised an eyebrow, curious about her unspoken thoughts, and asked, "Made you feel what, Jada?" After a moment of silence, Jada's cheeks flushed, and she admitted in a hushed tone, "Jealous."

But my reflection doesn't listen. Because the truth is staring back at me. I'm jealous. Painfully, ridiculously jealous. And the worst part? I'm not sure how much longer I can pretend I'm not.

I'm just about to tear my eyes away when I hear his voice behind me. "Nicole?". The sudden rush of excitement fills my body. Alex's voice has the most sensual lilt I've ever heard. Eight years ago, it had a magical effect on me but now, now that I know that I can't have him anymore, it's simply phenomenal. That voice reminds me of silk on skin, like a passionate caress. Not even my hatred for him can obscure that effect. I turn to face him and I see him standing there, dressed in an impossibly black tuxedo, very identical to Jared's. His face is cold and inexpressive as he takes us in. It's then I realize how we must look. Standing so close and looking into each other's eyes, Jared's arms ar

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Khyle rubbed his hand across his stomach. It was funny. The thought of Gunner surrounded by beautiful women, naked and receiving the full force of his attention, it caused a twist of envy in his gut. Envy, or perhaps jealousy. Khyle frowned. He was sure of it now. It was jealousy. He damn well liked it when the bluenet paid attention to him. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" Jealousy. He turned the word over and left it right side up. He had been calling this feeling other things for months, filing it under categories that were adjacent to the truth without being the truth. This time it had arrived already named and he had not redirected it, had just let it sit there in his chest with t

But my reflection doesn't listen. Because the truth is staring back at me. I'm jealous. Painfully, ridiculously jealous. And the worst part? I'm not sure how much longer I can pretend I'm not.

I put on 'Despacito' by Luis Fonsi and Daddy Yankee and started humming the tune. I didnt where i wanted to go yet so i decided to stop at a popular cafe after a long drive. .............................................................. I finally reached the cafe. I was parking my car in the parking lot when i saw Blake with another girl. They both were leaning on his car and he was whispering something in her ear. My heart dropped looking at him. The feeling that i am having is unbelievable. Jealousy is the worst feeling ever. The way Blake was flirting with her was killing me. At this point i just wanted to get out of the car and strangle the girl alive.

"He’s the strongest of them all. And the most handsome.” “I’d still let him do whatever he likes with me—” I clench my teeth as Jealousy flares sharp and ugly in my chest, catching me off guard. Not desire—never that. Something darker. Something possessive. The idea of them whispering about him, imagining him, claiming him in fantasies— It makes my skin itch. I hate myself for it. I don’t know this man. I don’t care about this man. I don’t fall for names whispered in gossip circles like some foolish girl with stars in her eyes.