Romans & histoires Spell Jealous

Jensen winced as my anger was bubbling to the surface. “Chase, listen to him,” Jensen pleaded. “Well, technically, you are the reason she is there,” Adam sneered, and I growled. “For fuck's sake, Adam, stop winding him up and tell him what you just told me.” “Tell me what,” I snapped. Adam sighed. “I found out the details of the spell on Kaeleigh and what it is meant to be doing.” “Fine, what?” I asked. “He’s creating a fake mate bond,” he actually sounded sad when he told me.

I feel words of a spell that has never existed before float to the surface of my mind. Lex rages at the loss of our Beta and I grit my teeth, continuing to use my goddess voice as I exact my revenge, “Apéranti siopí [infinite silence].” Her eyes turn wide as she looks at me. She shakes her head and screams while she tries to push my hand away from her mouth. I feel the tingling heat of the spell working as her screams turn into a muffled whining. Tears pour from eyes as she understands her fate.

“Not that I wasn’t curious to know what it felt like to be kissed by a volkaane, but I managed to restrain myself.” Leesa drew in a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. “I’m not happy with what you did, Jenna, but since Dominic and I wouldn’t be standing here if you hadn’t done it, I guess I can’t be too angry. Can you please undo the spell, or whatever it was?” Jenna nodded eagerly. “Of course. I’ll do it right now. Immediately.” She lifted her had toward Leesa. “I have to touch you to do it. Is that okay?”

Lucifer snorted angrily. "I didn't know it belonged to Melissa and why would I ever bother to read words on jewels and for your advice since when people started to write on jewels like seriously, aren't paper was enough?" My mother was as angry as Lucifer. He gritted his teeth as the glint of anger flashed through his eyes. "Spell, you said? What does that mean?" I mumbled quietly. "I don't know, it's an ancient spell and I'm not strong enough to understand it," she shrugged her shoulders before sitting down next to me.

REBECCA "Well, I would describe jealousy as a wave. It crashes into your heart with a mix of emotions. Anger and sadness. Most of the time, it's not a pleasant feeling, but it hurts. Right here," she said, placing her hand over her heart. "It hurts. Your chest tightens, and it feels like you can't breathe. Sometimes you might feel like crying or becoming so furious that you want to resort to violence, like punching someone in the face. I can't exactly put it into words, but it's quite overwhelming."

Felicia supported the male as Lesley gave him a simple smile, again. Jacob couldn't help but think Lesley was jealous of Felicia. The way Lesley grew up to be tough and upstanding, makes her closed off to such sweet gestures. On the other hand, Felicia was born as an omega to be kind and courteous. Keeping that thought aside, Jacob joined his hands as the spell was being commenced. The spell's energy flows from his joined palms, black smoke against the midnight light darkened the space around them. With one clap, Jacob transported them all in front of a castle like architecture.

She turned to him with a grin. "Are you jealous?" A frown appeared on Alejandro's brow before he released a teasing cold laugh. "I don't have a heart so I don't do feelings." He said simply and Jasira scoffed. That was what he believed but it's the otherwise, and she was ready to argue about it. "You may not feel other feelings but jealousy is out of it." And those other feelings, she would make him feel it. She promised herself. "Don't give yourself hope, baby girl. I'm the devil."

I was never loved, never a real threat to you. The fire sored, swallowing the basement. Drugged and weak, I lay there as smoke filled the room, darkness finally taking me. For a long time, my soul drifted, lost. Then, a month later, something strange happened. It was our seventh wedding anniversary. And Hector got a message—from me. [It's our seventh anniversary. We'll be together forever.] I froze. How was that even possible? Wasn't I already dead?

"How are you? I've been missing you so much lately..." Before she could hit send, James snatched the phone from her hand. "What are you doing? Flirting with another man behind my back??" James's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Michelle like a cornered beast. Michelle pretended to be fragile, her eyes instantly reddening. "James, don't misunderstand, I was just..." "Just what? Just thinking I've fallen on hard times, so you're looking for another sugar daddy?!” James suddenly grabbed her throat with shocking force.

Gently, she took my hand and whispered, "If you don't want to let go, I'll die for you. If you don't want the responsibility, I'll go to jail in your place." No sooner had she said those words than she yanked the rosary bead bracelet off my wrist, snapping it apart. She used the moment to pull me into a hug, her sharp nails digging deep into my burned back. "But please, don't make Milton mad. I can't bear to see him upset," she whispered. I didn't even have time to cry out. Instinctively, I shoved her away. A glass cup on the nightstand tipped and crashed to the floor. The shards pierced through the sole of my foot, and a fresh jolt of pain shot through my hand as I caught myself.