Jealousy Vs Possessiveness Novels & Stories

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."

I said as his eyes widen. "Wait. I'm just implying you are mine to love. Isn't that an honorable thing? Their mate being possessive over the one they love?" he asked looking genuinely confused. "Um no. It's irritating" I said as he tilts his head to the side making me sigh. "I guess it’s the difference in tradition. I mean I don’t mind jealousy. It's cute and it shows you care but I don’t also want you to restrict me" I said as he nods with a frown.

Nites updated me, joining me back in the lounge. “Is this normal?” “Sir?” “I’m overprotective of her. I’m also obsessed and possessive. I’m not gonna deny that.” “You’re none of those. Obsession is a sickness, and so is possessiveness. You allowed her to have fun with her friends. One thing I can describe about you is protective and attentive. You have the right to do that after what she’s been through and who she is right now. I also think, a man sometimes feels jealous when his beautiful woman is surrounded by sharks and wolves.”

Over the last three years, she hadn’t said a word to anyone. I admit, seeing her with her best friend, that guy Joey really ticked me off. Their closeness made me jealous. I wanted to be the one who made Lisa laugh like that. I wanted to be the one who made her smile, I wanted to be the one she had inside jokes with. It almost ripped me apart when she said she hoped Joey would be her mate. It made sense. Somewhere, deep inside I felt bad that he wasn’t her mate. He wouldn’t treat her like me, that was for sure. I knew she was still at her parents house, and her dad had told me that he would give her a ride when he came in later to talk to the warriors in the pack. I could smell Kate, her roo

Monitor my boyfriend so I’ll be sure he doesn’t cheat on me with his contracted wife? That’s exactly how weird it sounds to me. Though I could try and explain that to him, but wouldn’t that paint me as a jealous person. I do not want to be perceived as jealous, it’s a toxic trait I don’t think I’d like to associate with. You can deem me possessive, or territorial. But never jealous. Don’t touch what’s mine, stay away from my boyfriend or whatever that belongs to me. That’s a better trait than fuming at the sight of someone close to what belongs to you.

She was jealous of all the girls except for me since she knew the actual depth of our friendship. "Well, he is a guy. I'm relieved", she giggled. "So you trust a guy with your guy?", I could hardly control my laughter when I saw her eyes enlarging with my statement. "You mean to say....a....gay?", she almost screamed as I busted into laughter. "Damn!", I cracked up, looking at the road. "Fia! You're impossible. You scared me. Now I'll be scared of him being with guys too", she scoffed. "Don't do that. There's a thin line between possessiveness and toxicity. Don't let your cute possessive behaviour turning into a toxic one", I passed her a smile and turned my gaze back to the road.

"Is that what am I to you? A property? Something you own and can use at your will?" He sighed, already furious. "That's not what I meant. What I'm trying to say is that I have never really got to share or accommodate when others meddle in my business or stare at me when they shouldn't. Not just me, anyone close to me." I understood him. It wasn't just possession, he was jealous but he has too much ego to admit that. I exhaled, there was no point to stress things any further because we might end up saying what we never intended.

“Vexia, this is my warning to you: I will not tolerate you even thinking about any other man.” I said in a sharp tone. I just realised that I am jealous; these feelings are so new to me. I can not share her with anyone… But why? What is this feeling of possessiveness? I will not let anyone take her from me. I leaned in close enough that my lips brushed her ear. “You belong to me, Vexia,” I whispered and bit her ear. “And the worst part is, I belong to you, too.” I didn't say it out loud.

I didn’t let him finish, I pushed him toward his desk and clutched his jacket and looked him in the eye. “You’re mine, do you hear me?” I said as jealousy reared its head. I didn’t like that someone else liked my mate. The possessiveness I was feeling was scary. I wanted to gouge out the eyes of every woman that peeks at him. Pulling him down by his jacket, I stood on my toes and placed my lips on his, trying to kiss him dominantly as he does to me. But he quickly took control and kissed me ferociously making my core clench with want.