Pictures Of Jealousy Novels & Stories

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> His jealousy was still there. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But it was changing shape in the knowledge's light. He looked at it directly and found that it was not the jealousy of a man who had been robbed of something that belonged to him. It was the jealousy of a being who had been given something beautiful and had not known what it was and had not tended it in the way it needed to be tended and had watched someone else tend it with the care and the seeing that he had not managed, and the jealousy was really grief, was the specific grief of recognizing your own failure clearly and completely and without the comfortable armor of your own rightness.

Her eyes glanced between him and the picture as realization seeped in her. Was he jealous because she was staring at the woman in the picture? Really! Bewildered she watched the man walking near her before turning his eyes towards the framed picture, his eyes for a millisecond softened but the moment he again turned towards her he snickered in distaste, indeed he was jealous.

It was a well- appointed room, one of those old world types with the large mahogany desk taking center stage and marble walls and floors. There was no other decoration in the room except for the huge potted plant in one corner and a silver framed picture of the family on the desk. Father, mother and three kids all under the age of seven by the looks of it. A beautiful family, though the wife did look a bit younger than the husband. He was having a hard time comparing the beauty in the photo to the thing they'd picked up off the ground in the woods. Who would want to do a thing like that? His mind went to jealousy; but who and why? Was it a man jealous of his wife having an affair? Or a woman

"Do you like what you see?" Loud cheers from the raging crowd was the answer that came and suddenly Jamie snapped out of his trance and he looked around to see that he wasn't the only one interested in the woman that was on stage. All the men in the room had the same lustful expression on their faces and it annoyed him that they wanted the same thing as he did. His teeth gritted, his eyes darkened, and his palms clenched into fists as what he soon realized was jealousy began to build inside him.

And that's when the jealousy began to eat away at me. Hailee and I were supposed to be together. We had an unspoken understanding, a bond that I thought was unbreakable. But now, seeing her with Sebastian, I couldn't help but feel like she had betrayed me. The anger and jealousy within me were overpowering, and I couldn't shake them off. I looked at the picture again, studying their faces. I tried to imagine what they must have been feeling when the picture was taken. Did they know I would see it and feel so angry? Or were they just lost in their own world, oblivious to my existence?

I stood up and made my way to table while Max continued to watch the recordings. I searched through the millions of photos taking of them two and fished out the one I wanted. I stared at the photo a weird feeling running inside me. This happened in her parents kitchen, you could see the emotions on their face, and they almost looked like they were going to fuck right there in the kitchen. The pain at my jaw angle made me realise how hard I was clenching my jaw. The jealousy I was feeling irritated me and makes me want to destroy Kamaria and everything she holds dear.

“Oh my gosh, can you send this to me? We looked so good” He zoomed in on the picture, admiring it. “Did you read the captions and comments?” I asked, trying to hide my anger at his excitement “Yeah I did” he answered simply, still admiring the picture He didn’t think that was a problem? I turned, narrowing my eyes. “Excuse me?” “What? Looks like it’s working. She’s spiraling, that’s why she’s doing this. People are just creative when they’re jealous.” “Jealous?” I asked, unwilling to believe that all he still cared about was Sienna being jealous

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.

James suddenly grabbed her throat with shocking force. "You want to betray me too! You want to abandon me too!" Michelle struggled desperately, finding it harder and harder to breathe as everything began to blur. Survival instinct kicked in as she grabbed a sculpture from the table and smashed it against James's head. James grunted and collapsed to the floor. Michelle clutched her throat, coughing violently. Looking at James lying on the ground, there wasn't a trace of concern in her eyes—only disgust and contempt. "Look at yourself. Without your parents' protection, you're nothing but trash!

She was everything I wasn't. And me? I was the girl with a blind and dull right eye. People flinched when they looked into it. There was no security camera in that corner, so I took the blame. Even my own mother looked at me with disgust. "Sienna, she's your sister. How could you hate her so much?"