Novel & Cerita Jealousy The Voice

It's a visceral, heart-wrenching experience that takes hold of us when we least expect it, and it can transform the brightest of days into the darkest of nights. Jealousy, often referred to as the green-eyed monster, is a complex and powerful emotion. It can strike anyone, anywhere, at any time. It begins as a subtle whisper, a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, and before you know it, it has taken root in your heart, engulfing you in a whirlwind of torment and despair.

Yet, this time the voice that speaks those tempting words is someone that Alliah couldn’t get wrong. “Kyle?” Alliah drops the name with the tone of her voice that she couldn’t get wrong, and she isn’t. “What kind of play are you trying to show here?” She immediately asks in a commanding tone. Knowing that there is something more to this than what she could think about. “I’m jealous and a bit dishearten.” The voice answers her in a giggling tone. Contradicting the words that it just said and doting to the fact that she is being played by it.

We are not in a committed relationship so why would he? Remember Kendrick Lamar's Loyalty featuring Rihanna? Yep that one! The chorus was banging in my head except the lyrics was Jealousy Jealousy Jealousy and not Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty. I'm so stupid. So fucking stupid. Megan and Vanessa watched the guys emerge into the courtyard except me. I was too furious at the man called Jordan Crossfire.

I reply, feigning disinterest but inside I'm fucking boiling with rage. And this is the last thing I need now if my head is going to be clear to find Jade. “Not yet.” She sounds too certain. “How do you know?” The music stops along with the singing as I ask that question. At the same time Venus’s violet knowing gaze settles on me. A small smirk stretches across her face. “Same way I know you’re jealous, observation.” I glare at her and grind my teeth knowing I'm in a rut. Denying Venus’s suspicions or ‘observation’ is like telling Killer's sister, Kylie to shut up, pointless.

"Me?" "That's right, sugar.” He casts a long, appreciative look down Trey's abs and dangerous V-line. "Have you seen your man? He’s one fine-ass specimen of a human being. And fuck that possessive nature of his... ugh, delicious! Heck, I'd let him hit in a heartbeat." A stupid green-eyed beast named Jealousy pays me a sudden visit at that moment. Duck. This is officially the second time today I’ve felt it rearing its ugly head, and I do not like it one bit! But before I can spiral into my feelings, I catch sight of Trey’s expression.

I think jealousy was killing me deep inside, especially when I noticed she was enjoying herself with him. What a f**ck*ng shit! My blood boils through my veins, like I wanted to punch that guy so hard. Being jealous is my damn weakness and I have nothing to do about it. My mood was totally ruined so I pulled Bridgette closer to me and kissed her. I kissed her out of annoyance. I became very impulsive without realizing what would be the possible consequence of my action. All I know is that I'm f*ck*ng jealous of Jeyah and that f*ck*ng guy!

Jealousy surged within me, an uncontrollable fire threatening to consume my senses. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I watched them, my mind inundated with irrational thoughts. I wanted to storm into that restaurant, to pull Lyza away from that man and claim her as my own. It pained me to see her with another, even though we had not yet established a formal relationship. The possessiveness within me reared its ugly head, a primal instinct that yearned to mark her as mine. In the depths of my jealousy, I found myself engaging in a heated conversation with myself, my voice tinged with possessiveness and longing.

"So, do you have feelings for him? Were you even a tiny bit jealous?" "I don't know, Lynda. What does jealousy feel like?" I asked, the words leaving me with a tinge of shame. I sounded utterly pathetic. You're pathetic, bitch. A pitiful whore. That's all you are. Useless. Raffaele's voice echoed in my head. I despised his voice. It never left me, no matter how hard I tried to block it out. It always found a way back. I felt a comforting hand on my knee and knew it was Lynda. She never pressed me for answers when I asked foolish questions.

“Gavin’s kind to me. He shows up. I don’t have to guess with him.” He didn’t answer right away, and when he did, his voice was like stone. “Good. Then I won’t waste your time.” And just like that, the line went dead. I stared at the screen, stunned. For all the ice Elias carried in his voice, I knew what that was — jealousy. And not the petty kind. The buried, bubbly kind. The kind that doesn’t know where it belongs because it was never allowed to exist in the first place. He had no idea how much that call cost me.

Layla's voice was a shrill scream, her words echoing off the walls. "How dare she own a successful company like that! She has the audacity, the unmitigated gall to launch it on the same day I was set to unveil my new collection!" Her rage was palpable, a living, breathing thing that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Layla's eyes flashed with a malevolent intensity, her mind consumed by a bitter jealousy. She couldn't bear the thought of Hazel's triumph, her success a stark reminder of Layla's failures. The room seemed to close in around her, the walls suffocating her, as she struggled to draw breath.