Jealousy Vs Possessiveness Novels & Stories

The embers from the cigarette flames flickered and crackled each time I took a long drag accompanied by a long gulp of a bottle that was half way already. I sat on the edge of my seat, my elbows on my knees and a steady burn radiating in my chest. What should I be feeling this way, I shouldn't be Jealous of this woman as a matter of fact in a way I wasn't Jealous right? What I felt was this type of Possessiveness. Deep down I felt the need to own her while not committing on my end. I heard the back door slam shut but didn’t look up. I didn’t feel the need as I knew who was coming already as I had a hint of his cologne—Marcus.

"No, I suppose there isn't." "Henry is just jealous beyond all reason. Men can be that way at times." "Jealous?" Cassy slowly shook her head. "No, I don't think it's that. Not in the way you mean. He's possessive about things, but I don't believe he truly cares enough about me to be jealous of my affections."

Rush said in a high tone, going towards the glass of water that Hailey had put down on the sofa and bringing it to me, "drink some water. I think you are having some jealousy issues with Hailey but baby, she is just a kid. There is no need to get angry at her." My mouth dropped open in shock at his words. I was having Jealousy issues? I slapped his hand away that was extending the glass of water towards me as my face turned red in fury. The glass fell down on the ground with a loud crashing sound and broken glass flew everywhere. "What the hell are you doing?" Rush shouted. And then without missing a beat he came to my side, grabbed my arm and pulled me back, away from the glass that was sca

If that leads him to believe me, I'll do it. "No, I still call you however I want," he replied, so I looked at him, raising a brow while he looked at my eyes. "Whatever!" I replied, and it was his turn to chuckle like my Kaiser did. Then I felt his arms behind me before he pulled me closer to him. "You are only mine and mine alone," he said, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His possessiveness matches my mate, but there's something more in him. He was obsessed, which I hated the most. Being possessive and obsessed are two different things. I can tolerate my mate's possessiveness but can't stand having an obsessed mate.

“I can also give you that kind of amount Lily, my point is just, if it’s my girl, she’s only mine! That’s what we’re talking about here Lily.” “And when did I agreed that we will already be together? You are not yet even courting me.” “Lily.” Because he is trying to own me without me knowing it. What am I? mind reader? Yes I know he is letting me notice some signs and I am also expecting somehow. “Don’t push me to do something with you.” And he seems to be like Jeoff already. Is love really like this? being so possessive? They are prioritizing their jealousy rather than the things that will make their loved ones happy?

"So you really thought I'd just let you go out on a date with Damian? You even dressed up all nice for him. How cute." The sheer pettiness of it made my jaw drop. He wasn't even trying to hide it. "The way you are acting, one might think you are jealous." At this point, the frustration was boiling over. I glared at him, wishing my eyes could burn a hole right through him. "Jealous? Hmmm, no, shawty. It's possessiveness." He confessed it so easily, leaning back without a single care in the world. Meanwhile, a tight, suffocating knot of anger coiled up in my chest.

he asked John, who promptly did so, and immediately the car began to feel warmer. It really was a bad idea to put on a dress in this weather, so I hugged my fiancé tighter, despite the slight tension that had formed in the air seconds before. His possessiveness was unfamiliar to me, and I was also troubled by the fact of his jealousy bordering on celopathy. He began to relax next to me and I swallowed thickly because I didn't want to prove my mother right. I had gotten out of a possessive relationship and just when I thought I had gotten the perfect man, he turned out to be possessive jealous when he saw me with other men, which reminded me that there is no such thing as a perfect man.

“If you say ‘in love, there should be jealous and possessiveness’ then one day when you live that life, you will know how suffocating it is… it all makes sense and feels good only in stories but in real life, it feels like you have lost all your freedom…” [*****] “Why? Why is he this possessive? Just because I am his rival?” Ojaswi thought to herself sitting in the dining hall. Her head was cupped on her both hands and she was breathing heavily.

" I looked up at him with a bitter smile, the anger boiling in my chest nearly burning through my reason. “James, I really want to know why someone you've only known for a few months means so much to you. "What makes her worth throwing away our family bond? Aren't I your real sister?" James looked down at me, a mocking smile on his lips. "Real sister?" My heart froze. "Mia, you've always been one step ahead of me since we were kids. Even though I'm the oldest, I've always been beneath you. "You stole Dad's attention and all the opportunities that he gave!” His voice grew colder with each word, becoming increasingly aggressive. "How can I see you as a sister?

I glared at that woman for that comment. “Look, even this shameless pregnant woman is ogling these men leaving her husband. I feel bad for her poor husband." The other woman whispered when her eyes landed on me. I knew she didn’t want me to hear, but I could also hear whispers. ‘Let’s show them who is our poor husband,’ Anika growled in my mind, fuming in anger. I wasn’t a jealous type of woman, but I was territorial. Jealousy is when you want something that isn’t yours. Territorial is protecting what’s already yours.