Novel & Cerita Novels With Insta Love Jealousy

I gasped in shock and screamed, "he's already here! I gotta wear a dress, my nails...My hair is not styled." I fled out of the room running to my bedroom. Dickson said to my mum raising an eyebrow, "Honey, what's wrong with her?" "She's a little gaga about that Jake guy. He's kinda her crush. I gotta go assist her." Juliet walked past him and left the room. "My sister is a little nuts." Said John. "Yea girls act that way around their crush." "You also mean mum right?" "I didn't say your mum." "But you said girls act that way around their crush and mum, is also a lady."

Isabella felt her eyes prick with tears. "I just wasn't hungry but don't worry. It won't happen again," she told him, looking back out of the window. "Who are you watching so intently?" He growled, walking up to her and peering out of her window at all their neighboring houses. Intense jealousy coursed through his whole body just at the thought of her watching the guys in his neighborhood. There was crazy Jack Graham living opposite them who was the infamous Casanova. Then there was the slithery snake, Timothy Drew living diagonally opposite them. He could talk sweet and easily charm into any girl's pants. Last but not least was the nerdy and very handsome Phil who was three years younger th

"Sorry, Honey. I shouldn't have lied to you. Actually, the plants in the bag in my room weren't Love Vines. Those are Soul-Binding Vines that a curse caster uses." When a person was cursed with it, they would develop a strong infatuation with the caster. That was why so many of the male employees at the company were obsessed with Tracy and Tracie!

If I gave them ammunition to tease me, they would be even more intense with me, and I didn't care about them. “Don't you realize, Elara?” Chloe said with a malicious smile on her face. “He's a beast in bed. But he's not worth losing your mind over. Don't fall in love, really, don't fall in love with him.” A wave of jealousy washed over me. Jealousy I didn't understand the jealousy that made me want to scream. Jealousy of what? That he was a beast in bed? That he had been with other women?

It was a great run that helped him relieve his senses even if everything had to be with Diane, the love of his life. He felt his heart prickle at how she had betrayed him, how she had collaborated with the Rarewolves and became a spy in his pack, making him fall in love with her. Aurora thought she could be his Luna and make him love her just like that. He had snarled at that thought. Even if she was his mate, she would never be loved by him. But a scent from the forest stopped him from thinking; it was a very heavy, disgusting scent, different from his pack, different from the scent of the forest. He had growled with anger; the others must have perceived it, and quickly they followed after

Everything was too perfect. And yet, I wanted to deny it anyway. My mind refused to accept the truth. I told myself I was overreacting, that my jealousy, my insecurities, my own overthinking were painting a story that wasn’t real. I told myself I had no proof beyond a picture, that a picture could lie. But my gut, my instincts, screamed otherwise. Every cell in my body reacted to it. The foundation I had trusted him to build with me seemed to crumble in real time, leaving shards I could almost feel slicing through my chest.

The question hung in the air between us, as he stared at me like he was trying to read me. The car felt smaller now and the silence was suddenly uncomfortable. I stared out the window, watching the city skyline grow larger on the horizon. We were almost home. The last few minutes of the drive felt like I was choking. Dian tried to reach for my hand twice. I let him the first time, but pulled away the second. I didn't know why I was punishing him. He hadn't done anything wrong. But the jealousy was slowly turning into a fear that I couldn't shake off.

I looked at the table, the sofas, and even the bed___ None of which was spared, and I suddenly felt weak. My mind couldn't help but drift back to Severin, the man my heart belonged to. Memories of our first date, first time, and even our first kiss played in my head. The day he asked me to be his woman was still very fresh in my mind even though it had been more than a year. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Calista.' He had said, his sincerity evident. I knew he loved me... and I loved him a lot, too.

“You’ve been sleeping with my boyfriend behind my back for months. Months. Then you disappear without a single call, text, apology—nothing. You go completely M.I.A., and the first time you show your face again is to pack your things and leave?” My throat tightened. “I thought we were best friends.” Mia snorted loudly. “If you still think that after what happened, then you’re more delusional than I thought.” She lifted the suitcase from the bed and dropped it onto the floor with a thud. “I fucked your boyfriend, Jasmine,” she said flatly. “And I don’t give a fuck how you feel.” For a second, I just stared at her. The words hit harder than they should have.

The days blurred into a haze of stolen touches and hidden gasps, my body a battlefield where Ethan and Richard waged their silent war through me. Ethan's jealousy simmered like a pot ready to boil over; he'd taken to watching me constantly, his eyes narrowing whenever Richard lingered too long at breakfast or brushed past me in the hall. I thrived on it, the edge sharpening every encounter, making my skin tingle with anticipation.