Mr Ford Is Jealous Novels & Stories

I glared at him through the rear view mirror M: Come back here Lucas! 🤨 L: Yes Marc? 😁 N: I'll tell you on his behalf 😈 L: Nothing you should bother yourself with brother N: He didn't accept to share with me the donut and made fun of me with Ford and said he is loyal to Ford and not to me... He broke my heart 😢😭 L: Told ya! Nothing to be bothered about😌 M: Ugh! So you murdered each other in short 🙄

“For now, all of you will have to settle with my apple pie.” “I am sure your apple pie is wonderful, Roberta,” Mortensen says kindly. “Yes, mom, I’m sure it’s great!” Jareth exclaims. I watch the Jordans interact with the commander with such familiarity it surprises me, it’s as if they were related and not just next door neighbors. Mortensen seems relaxed and in a good mood, I don’t get to see him like this very often, he must really appreciate this family.

"Stop being jealous. Hurry and get up." She moved to the side and said impatiently: "Don't always say I'm jealous, I'm not jealous, it's not like I don't know, you and Ms. Mcclure got to know each other first, why should I be jealous, I'm not, I'm not." Why should she be jealous? She wouldn't be jealous like this. Seeing her angry, Rolando took off the clothes he was wearing and jumped back onto the bed, about to crawl into her bed.

When he'd found her, that woman despised him, and even refused his hugs. However, she was not like that with Freya at all. She flung herself into Freya's arms, like Freya was her husband instead. At the sight of it, Jefferson could feel that his temper was rising in him. Freddy and the others were very well versed with Jefferson's character. They could tell from his eyes that he was jealous of Freya. Talk about pettiness! Freddy was worried that his wife would soon have two holes burned into her under Jefferson's sharp gaze, so he quickly stepped forward and pulled Freya over. "Freya, Jefferson is probably going to kill you with his glare if you keep hugging Adrienne like that."

“I-I don’t know… I’m not good with funerals. Just go with Allegra or something.” Dante raised a brow at her. “What exactly do you have against Allegra?” “Seriously? She constantly beats me up, and you never do anything about it—“ “You’re jealous,” Chiara scoffed. “Why would I be jealous? You kept me in your house and let Allegra beat me up without any real consequences for her. Is seeing me hurt your fetish or something?!” She argued, her voice thick with insinuation. “Don’t say that. I have to face a lot of shit because of you so don’t think I have the time to punish Allegra—“

Fuck. I poured myself another drink. The whiskey was cheap now, not the expensive single malt I used to keep in crystal decanters. I couldn't afford the good stuff anymore. I couldn't afford anything anymore. The phone call had been bad. Marcus had called me earlier that evening, his voice tight and uncomfortable in a way I had never heard before. "I saw the video, Joe," he had said. "The one where you called Clara a bad person on a live stream. The one where you threatened her."

Silence enveloped the call, Marcus felt blood rushing up to his head, he's definitely furious, someone just tried to go against him? All his excitement went drained and all he can't think is to destroy whoever is going against him. At that moment, He didn't noticed his father went out and saw his deadly expression. "Son, seems like you woke up on the other side of the bed huh?" Marcos joked. "Someone just went against me." He said, Marcos seems like he's no foreign to the news, in fact he knew who Mr. Reed is, his blood boils the moment he heard the news, the time is near that he will let Marcus know about his secret.

I laughed. Ford sighed. “I want the kid to like me. She’s either scared or pissed and nothin’ will change. I’m not good enough, anyway. I’m not a kingly king. I’m a warrior king. Madison shouldn’t have to fight. I should be there with the Vasili gettin’ ready to fight that bloodsuckin’ fuck.” He leaned against the door, thumping his head against it a little.

I couldn’t wait to have a reason to kill the fucker. “He is really good,” Maddie said quietly. A wave of jealousy washed over me and Maddie chuckled. Are you seriously jealous? She mind-linked me. As if I would ever want or need anyone else but you. I glanced at her and saw her shaking her head at me. I wasn’t jealous until you mentioned how good he was. I mumbled through the mind-link. Looking back, letting her watch half-naked men fight wasn’t one of my best choices. She took my hand in hers and squeezed it.

"Are you replacing me? Have you found a new master for your body?" "NO! I am not in love with anyone else!" Rodolpho shouts directly into his face. "This had nothing to do with your small manhood, Clark! It was a highly specific, sacred encounter that belongs entirely to me, and sharing the details with you right now will completely diminish the power of the memory! Can you respect my domain enough to drop it?" "I don't know," Clark Kent whispers, his eyes flashing with dark jealousy. "Are you going to let him use your ass again?"