Jealousy Vs Possessiveness Novels & Stories

"I only want my marks on you. You're made only for me to touch...you belong to me!" He was possessive of her. He said while biting and sucking her neck roughly. He was making sure to print her body with his marks. He wanted to witness only his marks on her beautiful milky skin. He knew he was jealous, but he had always been possessive about his things and Eva was his wife…one and only wife. The wife he never wanted who was making him crazy for her, but she didn't know at all. In her case, his possessiveness doubled as he started to feel things for his little innocent wife and the thing he had for her was obsession and for him, what was wrong with obsessing over his wife. She's his and he can

My girl wouldn't admit defeat so easily. But my pride quickly turns to jealousy when I notice the guy from the rock climbing standing beside her. The way he leans in close, his attention fully on her, ignites a pang of possessiveness in me. I thought we had an unspoken understanding, but now I’m questioning everything. The scene stirs a storm of emotions, blending pride, jealousy, yet determination to reclaim my place by her side.

" I make fun of him. "Nah! I'm not envious; rather, I'm territorial. Jealousy occurs when you desire something that is not yours. Territorial is defending what is already yours, sweety!" he whispered, kissing my neck. "How did you come to know something like that?" Are you certain you're not a womanizer in that line? "I don't believe so." With what he said, I think I reddened from head to toe! It literally rocked me to my core. That was the first time I'd heard it.

I say before I check the oven again, still time before we presumably pause this argument for an awkward dinner. "But you can't handle it when other guys are around me; it's possessive" She says, picking up her water bottle again. All that yelling must have made her throat hurt. Am I possessive? I'd be more inclined to say that I'm possessive than jealous, but I don't know if it's that much better.

"I think you're jealous." My jaw drops, "J-jealous? You think I'm jealous? God, you are so full of yourself! I'm just doing my job, which is to be informed of everything you tell the press. The fact that you get 'jealousy' out of that is—" "You're right, you're right. You aren't jealous. You're envious. Because jealousy is when you're afraid of losing something that's already yours. Envy is when you want something that you can't, don't, and will most likely never have," Sebastian looks down at everyone and continues with: "Envy seems like a more suitable word then, right?"

She sighs and keeps her stare fixed on my chest, "I was glad that I decided to clear my mind before I reacted to my emotions because later I realized that I was being irrational." "I am not a jealous person." She frowns, looking puzzled as if she doesn't know why she is feeling this way, "But when it comes to you, there is a kind of possessiveness in my heart which I had never felt ever. I hate it when you are not with me, and to see you with someone else just drives me insane. This is not me, Jarek. These feelings are completely foreign to me. And I don't know how to deal with these overwhelming emotions."

A fresh wave of scorching jealousy flooded her mind at the thought of that woman relentlessly going after what belonged to her and the flames of possessive rage she had momentarily forgotten in the aftermath of their passionate reunion rekindled. Knox felt the sudden change in her. He realized her mind was spiraling down a dark path once more with jealousy and hurt clouding her judgment and threatening to unleash the fury he knew she held within. He needed to do something to nip this poisonous line of thinking in the bud before it reached an uncontrolled frenzy again. Knox had realized his wife was extremely possessive and consumed by jealousy, although he knew she would never admit such fee

I was so angry when I returned today and it was all because of the two scoundrels that were with her. “I don't like it when I see other men around you.” I'm very possessive towards her and each time I see them with her, I feel a pang of jealousy. I know that they mean no harm and that they are just friends, but I don't care. I'm that petty and I will not take it if I see her with men.

Nathaniel Crosswell did not believe himself prone to jealousy. He had always categorized it as an inefficient emotion, one that clouded judgment and weakened authority. Want was acceptable. Possession was strategic. But jealousy implied fear of loss, and he had never considered himself a man who feared anything. Until he watched Lillian laugh.

growled Acelon in annoyance on the other side. The man seemed not at all embarrassed to admit his feelings. Maybe he had learned from his past experience which was quite torturous. Holding on to that feeling... really annoying. But for Edna, it was only taken by her as a joke because a man like Acelon could not possibly really have jealousy over her. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it possessiveness than to think of it as jealousy. “Humph, I don't want to hear any nonsense from you Mr. Acelon. Now go to sleep, and leave me alone."