Jealousy The Voice Novels & Stories

"Admit it, you’re jealous." "Not even a little." "Liar."

Chapter 35 I am Jealous “Am I Jealous?"Jessica asked herself. Her hands moved to throw away the blanket that covered her body. Although the air conditioner was on, her body felt hot when she remembered Lexi gave attention to Cassandra. It made her head feel dizzy. “No, I'm not jealous!" She refused it. Then, she went to pick up her phone whose battery was actually low. It turned out that there were dozens of messages from Chelsea that came in. Jessica immediately called Chelsea.

I said, my voice thick with the weight of the lie I was telling. His grin grew wider, pleased with himself. “Yeah, we’re going out again tonight.” I felt it then—sharp and visceral. The stab of jealousy. It burned through me, but I swallowed it down, burying it where no one could see. Not even him. I couldn’t let him see. Not again. I had to keep pretending. I had to keep telling myself I was fine when I wasn’t. “Well, have fun,” I said, smiling as brightly as I could. But my voice, I knew, gave it away. It was tight, strained, and I couldn’t hide the tremor that slipped through.

I keep my mouth shut, but then his pleading and soothing, husky voice, and his soft caresses were something. "I... I'm jealous." There I said it. MICS ARTEMIA

I whispered out to myself as I scribbled some shit on my book to ease my toxic jealousy, but it got fucking worst when I heard a voice "Maybe it's because he's gay, and you are not pretty enough to make him not to be one" A voice, a damn voice that I seriously didn't know where it came from, told me, no it was mocking me, and it literally made an hurricane of frustration boil inside me, cause it was so not true, cause am pretty enough, I know I am, and he...he could be bisexual...

Whoever came here would have seen them too. I move out to try and listen. My turmoil held in check for the time being. I want to know who’s here and in his room with him. I want to know if it’s one of his play mates, even though I don’t have the right to care. It’s getting to me on extreme levels, jealousy eating away inside. Agonizing. I get close enough to distinguish the voices and freeze as the raised clear voice that’s overly familiar to me hits me like a ton of bricks … That snarly, whiny, bitch of a voice.

Why would I need to be? ‘It’s called jealousy’ Aces declares. ‘Because you see our mate dancing with that idiot. I don’t feel jealous though. I know whose name Venus and Jayda will be screaming when the time comes. You have some work to do with Jayda. Venus says she’s upset with you.’ ‘I’m not jealous, jackass. I don’t know why Jayda is upset with me. It’s not like I did something wrong.’ ‘Are you trying to convince me or yourself that you’re not jealous? You’re such an oblivious clown when it comes to females. You’ll figure it out soon enough.’

The Goddess whose magic was currently scratching at my insides clapped her hands together and grinned, “I can’t tell you how pleased I was to see that you brought her along. Her jealousy is delicious. So savage—so bloodthirsty!” “Control yourself, little wolf. Nothing happened between us, I swear it.” He pleaded softly. “Don’t you see?” I snarled through gritted teeth. “I. Can’t.” “What is the meaning of this?” Elias’s oceanic eyes darted between the three of us, ignoring Juniper completely. “What trouble have you caused now, Jade?” The joy on her face soured, sharpening the soft curves of her cheeks until they appeared sharp enough to cut. As the hair growing along my arms lifted, I realize

I inform and hurrily walk out, jealousy is a very bad look for me. *****************

The name slid out of her like a sigh, full of longing that made Caelum’s teeth clench. Heat snapped through him, irrational and sharp. Jealousy wasn’t new—demons were born in packs of it—but this felt different. It wasn’t the covetous frustration of seeing power he couldn’t match, or status he’d never reach. It was small, sharp, and particular. He wished she hadn’t said his name like that. He wished he hadn’t heard it. The sound lodged under his breastbone like shrapnel, vibrating every time he drew breath.