Lirik Lagu Jealousy Jealousy Novels & Stories

"Did she inform you where she was heading? Tell me." "You know what, dude? You're just jealous because you couldn't get to her on time and I did before you. It irks you, doesn't it? I can't relate though." "Jealous?" I nodded. "That's right, jealous! You know, a wise woman once said jealousy is a disease, die slow." I taunted Sky with lyrics from one of Nicki's song, forcing a smile to appear on my lips. "Can you be mature for once?"

Not desperate. Not terrified. Not like he was losing. --- But love spoken at the end of something does not sound the same. It sounds like apology. --- Tears filled her eyes. “You don’t get to discover love after you wasted mine,” she whispered. “I’m fighting for you!” “You’re fighting because someone else might win!” Silence. Direct hit. --- He looked toward the apartment. Toward the man waiting inside. And jealousy—raw, poisonous jealousy—burned across his face.

She was mine by right, by history, by everything we'd built together before I'd destroyed it. My hands clenched into tight fists, the knuckles turning white as my fingernails dug into my palms hard enough to draw blood. Small crescents of pain bloomed where my nails broke skin. I could feel one of the stitches on my ribs pop from the tension, a warm trickle of fresh blood seeping into the new bandage, but I didn't care. The jealousy was a living, breathing monster inside my chest, clawing at my lungs and squeezing my heart until I thought it might burst. It consumed every rational thought, every survival instinct, leaving only raw, primal possession in its wake.

Heat surged in my face, my cheeks puffed, I nearly burst into laughter… but he’d kill me if I did. “Are you jealous of me?” I asked, trying to read his expression. He raised an eyebrow coldly. “I told you before, this isn’t jealousy… it’s possession. You… belong to me.” I coughed sharply, choking on the word. “Belong to you? I belong to myself.” I whispered angrily, folding my arms over my chest. His eyes darkened, he grabbed my waist with fierce strength, making me shiver.

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.

He had no right to act as if he owned her. But damn it! He cursed under his breath, aware of the jolting pain in his chest that he labeled as jealousy. The song “Glimpse of Us” played in the background as the two danced together as if the whole crowd didn’t exist for them. ‘Hoping I'll find A glimpse of us Tell me he savors your glory Does he laugh the way I did? Is this a part of your story? One that I had never lived? Maybe one day you'll feel lonely