Pictures Of Jealousy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Stone walls wept in slow streams, moisture tracing lines down the granite like tears. A cracked picture of the last meal hung overhead—Judas’s face half-gone, Christ’s eyes following me with painted sadness. In the center: a velvet chaise, deep crimson, placed beneath the picture like an altar. And cameras. Four of them—old Bolex 16mm, brass bodies shiny, lenses like hungry and unblinking eyes, and red lights blinking in perfect beat with the candles. Luca Valenti waited in the shadows, priest clothes gone. White linen shirt open to the waist, black trousers low on his hips, barefoot on the cold and damp floor.

Jealousy and doubt twisted in my chest while his parents and Missy gushed over her, amazed at how long it had been since they’d last seen her. Even as they sat side by side at the table, the way his eyes lingered on her, and the subtle way his body leaned just slightly in her direction, felt like a relentless drill. I could feel heat creeping up the back of my neck, my ears burning as if someone had whispered a forbidden secret. My fingers trembled under the table, betraying the jealousy that twisted like a snake in my chest, coiling tighter with each stolen glance between them. I bit my lip hard, trying to contain the fiery ache that curled inside me, like an unwelcome guest refusing to lea

He too stared at the wallet. I immediately closed the violet and put it in my purse and quietly looked outside the door. "You can laugh if you want, otherwise when you are with me either you behave like a dead person or you scream, cry or keep hitting me nothing else, well I can feel that you hate me so much! Huh? but baby I'm fucking enjoy it! Hatred makes me happy, gives me satisfaction. Which I can not Express in those words. I feel so happy when people hate me, cursing me it gaves new energy in my body.

He took my phone and narrowed his eyes so that he could take a good look at my wife's photo. "How many millions did she get from you? Women are really different now, they use their beauty and body to cheat men," he said while staring at my wife's photo. My brow furrowed and my eyebrows almost met in annoyance. It's like he's fantasizing about my wife. He wet his bottom lip and looking at her picture made him sweat even more. He was really focused on my wife's photo. Jealousy built up in my heart. He has no right to fantasize about my wife.

Instead, he asked her gently, “Are you jealous?” Ruth stilled for a moment. Now that Abel exposed her thoughts, some of her fight left her body, but she still refused to accept defeat. “Excuse me?! Do you even know what jealousy means? It means I’m feeling threatened because I’m insecure! Only women who aren’t confident will get jealous when they see other women who are prettier and better than they are! She’s just an artist from Grand Empire. She’s not even as pretty and rich as I am! Why should I be jealous?!” Abel chuckled, and his eyes were so filled with love that a person could drown in them.

Elle’s eyes widened as she lifted her eyebrows in surprise. “Which one do you like better?” Tara asked amusedly. “And where should we hang them?” Elle shook her head and pulled the pictures out of Tara’s hands. “What do you mean ‘where should we hang them’? Pictures of my ex in the apartment that I share with my husband? Are you crazy?” Elle gasped. She didn’t even want to think about the tidal waves of emotions that would wipe that day out. “When trying to get attention from a guy, sometimes, it helps to initiate a little jealousy,” Tara said with a devilish grin.

I saw him stand up and hugged the girl and that was you.I feel someone pinched my heart.I saw him smiled and his eyes were happy to see you while me he was cold like ice.I got jealous really jealous.I went out and cried leaving you both happy. Days had passed I heard that his married to you,I got mad at you.I ask my self whats with you that I don't have? Starting that I promised myself that I would have him all by myself and that wasn't me.That was my anger and jealousy took over me.I started planning to seduce him but I failed.Months has passed I did have another planned and that was to get you out of my way.I think of you as a hindrance so I tried my best.The day you walk out of his life,

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.

She’s mine, and I want the world to know it. “They can only watch her, but I can do a lot of things with her because she is my wife. She’s mine.” I remind myself, trying to calm the raging fire within me. The jealousy threatens to consume me as I watch the photographer’s gaze linger a moment too long on her curves, the makeup artist’s hands grazing her skin a touch too intimately. Fuck! I can’t take it anymore. I need to show them right now that she belongs to me. No one, literally not a single man, can look at her in that manner.

Her happy side, genuine smiles, not the fake ones she wears when around me My hand paused and my eyes zeroed on a particular picture. Something intense rises in my core, I don't know what it is. Anger? Jealousy? I don't know. It's a picture of Laura at the engagement party, her hands were wrapped around the guy's neck and her eyes were fixed on his face. While the guy's hand was wrapped around her waist, intimately. My jaw clenched and my hand folded in a tight fist, my breathing pace increased as I continued staring at the picture. I don't like what I'm seeing. They are too close for my liking. It's too intimate and they look like couples.