Novel & Cerita Poetry About Jealousy

she muttered coldly. Celeste’s lips curved slowly. “Let them enjoy the celebration.” Because jealousy does not disappear. It waits. And the next full moon— Would shine light on far more than a crown.

Dorian Draven’s mind had been poisoned by jealousy and envy. Some victories are poison.

When all food tasted bland to me, he would head into the kitchen and make me a steaming hot meal of macaroni. When I felt lonely and abandoned, he even gifted me a pot of exotic Moonshine Lily. Its bluish glow lit up the dark, as though it was trying to tell me I was no longer alone. I shouldn't have lied to myself… I'd since long been helplessly in love with Ethan. However, I wasn't the person he loved. He was such a remarkable person. How could I selfishly keep him by my side and keep him from achieving happiness? That night, I went to the study.

“Don’t blame my wife for your own misgivings… or jealousy.” That word lit a match to every bone in my body. My heart skipped. Then it dropped. Then it set fire to my veins. Jealousy? I blinked, and the room didn’t exist anymore. Just me. Him. And that word hanging in the air like the stink of a rotting corpse. My hands curled into fists at my sides, and I could feel my nails digging into my skin. I was shaking, breathing fast, and I didn’t even try to hide it.

Deliberately repeating this, her words were laced with a poisonous glee, a perverse delight to fire up my agony. It was as if a dagger, imbued with malevolent force, was plunged directly into my heart, twisting. The pain was immediate, searing. Jealousy, a cold, bitter wave, surged through me, followed by despair and a crushing, all-consuming fear. The emotions threatened to shatter my composure, to overwhelm me entirely. After a brief, brutal struggle, a silent battle within my own mind, I wrestled them back under control. My voice, when it came, was low, dangerous, brimming with barely suppressed rage.

Alexander says with a voice dripping with malice that makes the jealousy inside me flare up again. The jealousy within me awakens with full force, a burning flame spreading through every fiber of my being. The image of Alexander with Aria, as close to her as I long to be, is like poison racing through my veins, fast and lethal. I try to keep my face neutral, but the hatred pulses beneath my skin, almost impossible to contain.

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?"

It's hard not to let the green-eyed monster consume me, even though I know this is all part of the greater plan we've meticulously crafted. Deep down, I'm grateful that our plan is working, and that Julie is on the verge of confessing her treachery. But it doesn't extinguish the burning jealousy that simmers within me. The sight of them, lost in their act of love, is both infuriating and heartbreaking.

Then she whispered to herself, “You won’t take him from me.” Her fingers curled tightly against the glass window. “Not after everything.” And somewhere deep in her chest, jealousy had begun turning into something far more dangerous.

Three nights ago I'd ridden him at dawn and made him beg. And now his hand was on hers and his face was stone and I was invisible again, the ghost behind the pitcher, the twin who didn't matter. The jealousy hit me so hard my vision tunneled. White-hot and vicious, because his hand was on hers and it should have been on mine. Because she was sitting in my chair and sleeping in my bed and wearing the title that belonged to the woman he'd said *I love you* to, and the universe that I'd told myself was correcting the balance was actually just letting us twist.