Spell Jealous Novels & Stories

Jeff asked angrily. "Don't stop me Jeff, this is my decision!" The look in Brizella's eyes turned yellowish, making Jeff finally believe Chloe's words that Brizella was a goddess "You haven't told me anything about your life, Brizel! I already know that you are the seventh goddess of the werewolf race who will destroy the vampires. You are the medicine for the werewolves so that they can live in peace," Jeff said, making Brizella roll her eyes. How did Jeff know that? She hadn't told him anything.

Moving forward, his eyes settled on me coldly. "I know that you did something, Madison. Why can't you just accept that none of us love you, huh? Why must you be so desperate?" he asked staring at me as if I was not even worth the dirt on the floor. I scoffed, folding my arms. "Desperate? Jett doesn't seem to think so." "Jett is misled by his urges. You know that is a weakness of his and moon goddess, help me. I will break whatever stupid spell you have on him." Talon whispered

He then denied, "I wasn't being cold or indifferent toward you." Stella scoffed, "Do you think that I've studied psychology for nothing after so many years?" "I was just... jealous," Jasper's face turned abnormally red as he mumbled. Stella pursed her lips and the corners of her mouth formed a smirk. "Pfft, you were jealous of a priest? Was that necessary? Come one, let's go home to eat. Get in your car." "Huh?" Jasper was pleasantly surprised. He thought that she had already made up her mind after talking to Master Olgic.

She looks so much younger when she's nearer than the first day I saw her at CJ's party. She smirks at me. "We need to have a talk. Eye to Eye. Woman to woman." She sits next to me primly and places the bag on top of her lap. "I am Jezebel. Mr. Jeans' second wife. Everything he owns is mine. And when something is mine, I don't let no one take it from me. Absolutely no one. Not even a cheap slut covered in a pretty face and nice hair. That hero act you pulled won't get you a single cent from my family. You're so desperately trying to get that ring so you can snatch away everything I have waited so long to be mine. But sorry honey, I won't let you. "

As if he knew her from somewhere and couldn’t figure out where. “Pretty waitress,” I commented, testing the waters. He looked at me, confused. “Is she?” “Dark hair, brown eyes, curvy body. Your type, once upon a time.” Dorian frowned. “I don’t have a type, Sarah. I only have you.” The answer was the right one. The one the witch’s spell had planted. But it wasn’t enough to calm what was growing inside me. Jealousy. Not normal, healthy jealousy, that every wife feels. It was a sick, paranoid jealousy that made me want to rip Clara’s eyes out and then Dorian’s.

"Sorry, Bella. Not really in the mood today, as much as I wish I was..." "Oh, okay." "Sorry..." "It's fine, I understand. I'll take it out on my next mark." (Jezebel's specialisation is seducing married men and women. Demons don't really pay much attention to gender, it's all part of the job, as Bella says, and she obviously doesn't lose much sleep over the morality either. As she puts it, they don't have to say yes. She has a treasure-trove of stories when she's liquored up. Real life of the party... unlike me.)

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit

Jeulle clenched her fist as a bolt of magic was squeezed between her palms. Jeulle gritted her teeth, unable to accept the truth. Why? Why does she have to collude with the demons? She then clasped the rings as the pair of rounds were crushed in her grip. “I won’t allow it.” Jeulle said in a hard tone as she finally let go of the pair of broken rings. The elf just stared at her as the anxiety rose in her heart. Not like this, Jeulle finally found her after all this years but now she was confronted with the hurtful truth. This can’t be real.

I don’t know how to react though but I still managed to smile at her, letting her know that I’m slightly confused. She sighed before talking. “Let me talk to your parents later. There is something they need to know, something that they should’ve done years ago. You’re a special girl Crystal. I know you know what I’m talking about.” She left me dumbfounded. What was that? I don’t know what she’s talking about and now it bothers me. Is it something to worry about? I felt my heart clench a little when I remembered that Nana Alona can read a person’s ability without looking at their sign. She knows that I’m not just a mere Black wizard and I’m far more than that because of my ice powers. I gentl

“His eyes had a pink tinge to them but that’s it.” “Are you sure?” She questioned. “Close your eyes and think. Is he wearing something out of the ordinary? Something you had never seen before?” “No. I did find the love spell here.” I flipped to the page and showed her, but she was shaking her head. “That isn’t a love spell. It’s an infatuation spell. It makes the one cursed become unhealthily attached to the speller to the point of murder. If the cursed ever find the one that cursed them with someone else. Or goddess forbid they have a child, and the child starts to take precedent for them, then they can go on a rampage.”