Pictures Of Jealousy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

From among them, one display of Jax had his hand resting lightly against her face, the lips curled into a warm smile as she looked up at him, hers unreadable. The grip on the phone tightened, and my jaw went up in tightness as I went on to scroll through the pictures, a dagger up the heart for me. Growing jealousy began churning up inside until it threatened to spill over. Not a fleeting emotion, only the gnawing, aching pain of remembering how much I loved her. My hand willed the phone away, but the images were already scorched into my mind. Aria and Jax, just thinking of them had my blood boiling. That just wasn't right. It wasn't supposed to be like that.

Oh well, I'd liked the picture. If I was lucky, she wouldn't notice it. I continued scrolling, then I stopped at a picture that made my blood boil. She was standing beside some guy, his arm wrapped around her waist. She wore a bikini, her body glowing under the sunlight. His eyes weren’t on the camera. No, they were glued to her chest. Lust was written all over his face, clear as day. Jealousy clawed at my chest, hot and sharp. I hated him already, whoever he was. Stranger or not, I could tell what he wanted, and it made me sick.

“And since I’m neither of those things, you don’t have any claim over me. Which makes all these irritating actions you keep showing… completely pointless.” And, suddenly, he took a slow step forward, closing just enough distance for his presence to press a little harder into the space between us. “If I told you that I don’t like seeing you with other men especially low-ranked ones, would that change anything?” His stare didn’t waver. “Like I said, I only get mad because I’m seeing how easily you’re able to be comfortable with others. And I thought, I was the only one you were like that with.” “Jealousy,” he said next. “Can show up in different ways, whether it’s toward your mate, your friend

"Jessica, I'm exhausted. I'm so tired that I've even lost my love for you." The color drained from her face when she heard that. Her eyes were filled with helplessness and panic. "That's impossible. How can you suddenly stop loving me?" I met her gaze unflinchingly without a hint of hesitation. "You know me. I really don't love you anymore." A flicker of madness flashed in her eyes as she fixed her gaze on me. She yanked me toward her, pinned me against the wall, and lifted her head to force a kiss on my lips.

No one needed to see the jealousy transforming from burning emotion into something harder, sharper, more dangerous. Jealous people didn't just cry and rage. They thought. The y planned. They waited for the perfect opportunity. And when it came, they took it. Whatever it cost.

When the man was done taking a picture with my girlfriend, another group of people came and asked for a picture too, I noticed that others were being too sweet and clingy with her, so I leaned closer to her. "I am jealous. Can you stop accepting pictures with them?" I honestly whispered at her. "No problem!" She was grinning at me and pulled me, running away from her fans. ---

I mumbled and she removed her hand, sitting up pushing back her black hair, her emerald green eyes boring into mine. Just as she was about to speak footsteps sounded gaining both our attention. "Why are you both still up?" Jason asked as he entered the room, moving over to us. "I was trying to have sex," Starr announced as he pecked my lips, a chuckle left him as he moved over to her doing the same. "And how is that going?" He asked amused taking off his jacket and tie placing them on the coffee table. "I think I'm about to rape our wife," she mumbled leaning back, pushing her hair away from her face and I laughed slightly sitting up watching as Jason undid his buttoned down shirt, leaving h

So why is this bothering me? I’ll tell you why. Because I fucking like him, like seriously like him. It’s killing me inside knowing she is even close to him right now, taking pictures of him, looking at his face and his model body. I’m jealous. Okay, alright. Hands up. I fucking admit I am jealous. And I’m not even the green-eyed kind of girl. Never have been but with Cody, I feel like I could scratch out any girl’s eyes that ever dared look at him.

"What's wrong with her?" Katty had written below the pictures she had shared with Dante over the chatting app. It was pictures of Maya and a man whose face wasn't clear. The photos were taken from behind the man, with only Maya’s face visible as he carried her in his arms. Dante burned with jealousy. His eyes burned holes through the screen as he struggled to suppress his rage. He didn't respond to Katty, instead, he called Maya. She didn't answer, further fueling his anger.

“Isn’t that what every man says when he has a mate but gets another girl pregnant?” I’m not proud of it, but jealousy, hot and bitter, surges through my veins. The image of him touching her, loving her, burns behind my eyelids. I know both my mates have been with others, they admitted as much, but something about him creating life with her, it churns my stomach until I think I might puke again.