Poetry About Jealousy Novels & Stories

"Ahhh, bitch!" Jona piled her anger on the pillow that she was holding, and it almost crushed. She feels like she is suffocating because of jealousy and fury. "Why did you let them go solo when you saw them enter the room?" a part of Jona's mind whispered.

I failed to get rid of the same feeling of jealousy. Why am I jealous?

He wanted me to feel him, to remember him, to carry the echo of his jealousy in my skin long after he let me go. And I let him, because I knew… this wasn’t just possession. It was Dante’s fear, wrapped in fury, showing itself the only way he knew how.

I missed her warmth, her simple wisdom that once made even the most daunting challenges seem surmountable. After a long moment of quiet reflection, I reached for my journal, a battered leather notebook that had been my secret confidante through years of uncertainty. I sat at the small desk near the window and began to write, pouring out every thought and emotion onto the pages. I wrote about Ethan—the way his eyes had shone with hope, the way his voice had trembled with both longing and pain. I wrote about the memory of his touch, so gentle and yet so powerful that for a few precious hours, I felt truly seen. I wrote about the anger that now simmered beneath the surface—the anger at my fathe

ADAM’S POV I just can’t stand looking at Aria and Nathan enjoying each other’s company; their laughter and playful banter slicing through me like a knife. Each shared smile and moment of connection between them feels like a betrayal, fueling the fire of envy burning within me. The intensity of my emotions is overwhelming, a searing pain in my chest that makes it hard to breathe. I feel a profound sense of helplessness, as if I’m on the verge of being consumed by the flames, my jealousy threatening to turn me into ashes.

“I have Alpha blood, Amara. I would have my own consorts, right?” Something disgusting crawls inside of me that had me blinking rapidly. It wasn’t quick like something that just passes, it wasn’t a fleeting emotion. It was big, and heavy, and whatever it was made me feel angry. I wasn’t stupid, I knew it was jealousy. Only jealousy would make you feel angry and insecure at the same time. It was one of those things that you couldn’t control but at the same time is one of those things that you can hide for so long until it eats you whole.

she muttered. “Slowly is still learning,” he said. She dipped her hands back into the trough, letting the cool water slide over her fingers. “You know,” she said softly, “I thought jealousy would feel…stupid. Weak. Like something a teenager does in the back of a hall.” “And?” he asked. “And it does,” she said. “A little. But it also feels…like proof I’m not a symbol. Symbols don’t care who touches them. People do.” He was quiet for a breath. Then: “Then I’m glad,” he said, “you’re jealous.”

The jealousy that burned in my chest at that moment was something I hadn’t felt in years something I didn’t even recognize in myself. Jealousy! I hate the word, it makes men weak, desperate, and irrational. And yet, when I think of that man touching her, I want to break something. Break him And then I think of Bella biting her lip under me, and I want to break my own damn rules.

draping themselves over him like he was theirs to devour and something inside me twisted. It was a slow and burning pain all sharp and cruel in the way it spread through my chest. It settled deep, coiling like a viper ready to strike and suffocating at the same time. It was Jealousy. Ugly and all consuming and impossible to ignore. It clawed at my ribs demandign to be let out, screaming at me to do something like rip them away from him or to drag them off his lap and remind him exactly who he once called his. But I didn’t.

Everything around them was peaceful—except for their hearts, which throbbed with life, passion, and a profound sense of belonging. But even in these moments, Nelly’s shadow did not leave their minds. Her jealousy gnawed at her back home, devouring her thoughts. She imagined every embrace, every whisper, every moment Adel shared with Naomi—moments she once believed belonged solely to her. The days Adel and Naomi spent together were filled with love, tenderness, and playful romance. Yet beneath all that beauty lay Adel’s constant sense of guilt, and the lingering fear of Nelly’s reaction when they returned home. Every moment of affection, every kiss, every whisper carried with it an unresolved