Pictures Of Jealousy Novels & Stories

The next morning at breakfast, I was scrolling through social media when a trending headline shook me so much that I almost toppled my glass of milk over. The photos in the article were well-taken shots, not ones taken without permission, seemingly exposed by "those in the know". They were taken at a high-end accessory shop. Ethan was slightly bowed as he checked out the display case, while Sophia leaned close to him. They were so close to each other that it seemed romantic. "Exclusive: Healer Sophia and the Alpha of Silvercrest Pack Shopping for Jewelry—A New Chapter Unfolding."

The assistant let out a sharp cry and looked anxiously at Milton. "Mr. Jenning, Mrs. Jenning just had a skin graft. Now she's suffering from severe burns again…" Because Rita had intentionally burned her arm, Milton had dragged me onto the operating table and forced me to undergo surgery to make up for it. At the memory, a sharp cramp shot through my lower abdomen. The doctors who had been fawning over Rita sneered. "You're defending her this much—what, got some shady relationship going on?" "She brought this on herself. Throwing tantrums and threatening suicide over some love rivalry with Ms. Atkinson—everyone knows the Jenning family's wife is vicious."

So I stayed hidden, bleeding, watching the man I paid use the woman I loved like she was his personal fuck toy. I saw her come, hard. Her back arched, mouth open in a silent scream, pussy gushing around his cock. I saw him fill her, thick white cum leaking out of her stretched hole and running down her beautiful thighs. I saw her collapse against his chest, whispering my name like he was me. The jealousy was so deep it felt like my heart was being ripped out and stomped on. I wasn’t just jealous of his cock inside her. I was jealous of the ghost she thought he was. She was giving her body to a lie, and the lie was wearing my face.

He painted every day with mother and he was always so talented. Jane leapt from her chair because of what Lowis had just said. Between those two, it wasn't a love story. Daily, they were spoiling for each other... Well, Jane was looking for Lowis, and Lowis avoided her as much as possible. Once, when we were at the library, Lowis confided to me that Jane was a person who could be jealous sometimes. Not knowing what that meant, I asked Angela to explain it to me, and she told me that jealousy was a feeling of envy towards a someone else who had something that you didn't have and would like to have. In most cases, the jealous person felt hostility, spite or bitterness towards that person. Was

Am I being a jerk? I just can’t handle the jealousy when I am seeing her being with another guy. I received a photo of her with that transferee. They were in the stairs and grasping each other’s hands while smiling at each other. I don’t know who sent it but the fact that the guy was holding her hand infuriates me!

I cover her under the quilt and tuck her in. I brushed her dark brown hair to the side and kissed her forehead softly. God knows how long I wanted to do that but I was stopping myself. I walk around her bed and find a photobook. I open it without any thought. I know some people think that it is rude to snoop but I am not one of them and I simply don't care about it. On the first page, there is a photo of her with her family when she was a child, around 5 or something. I turn the page over to see another pic of her, this time solo. She looks so happy and at ease. If you saw her right now, you would feel like she lost her soul growing up. Next, I see a pic of her and Jerah . Again, a pic of th

I hated myself for staring, but I couldn’t stop. And then a dark thought crossed my mind. Imagine her with Leo. Well-deserved. A perfect crime. It would be illegal. My heart clenched instantly. I pictured his lips on hers, their bodies pressed together, his hands tracing her curves instead of my soft, imperfect frame. The jealousy stabbed sharp in my chest. I let out a small laugh under my breath at my own madness. “You’re insane,” I whispered to myself. “Jealous of your own imagination?” But the truth was, no matter what, Leo would move on someday.

A constant reminder that he was woven into every corner of my life, and cutting him out completely would mean cutting out pieces of myself. I saw him through the coffee shop window once, Jade sitting across from him, her legs crossed, her phone in her hand. He was scrolling through something on his screen – my I*******m, probably, or Rhys's – and Jade's jaw tightened every few seconds. A micro-expression most people wouldn't catch, but I'd grown up with Jade. I knew that jaw. That was jealousy wearing patience like a costume, and Jade Ellis didn't store things up for nothing. Whatever she was filing away, she'd use eventually.

He has no pictures of himself in the room but has tons of pictures of another girl in here. Who is she? His sister? No, no, I doubt that. He told me about himself even though it was just a little. He had no sister, he was the only child of his parents. Then, who could she be? His girlfriend? His fiancee? Or, his wife? Is he married or once married? A lot of thoughts going through my mind right now and I found myself erupting in jealousy. I can't believe he has another woman's picture in the room, not just one but as many as them. I looked at each of the pictures and I must admit, she's indeed beautiful.

He told her through gritted teeth, just so she knew that someone had pictures of her with her ex-boyfriend and could very easily leak them out to the public. “So? Whoever I’m with shouldn’t concern you!” She clenched her jaw and met Adrian’s stare head-on. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous!” The look on Adrian’s face changed to one of troubled. “Why will I be jealous?” Then, the worry lines on his forehead disappeared and the frown on his face was replaced with a purposeful and unswerving look. “I’m not jealous.”