Stories About Jealousy Novels & Stories

If she was in a relationship, then I had no business sniffing around her panties, and she had no business taunting me and flashing said panties in my face all day, everyday like she wasn't getting enough from her man. I've stolen, lied, and done whatever it took to get to the top. But I wasn't the type to take another man's woman. Yet, here I was, fuming and mad with jealousy. Because I wanted her, and I hated the idea of anyone else having what I thought should be mine. Seeing what I'd just witnessed only made an already bad day worse—all because of her. Felix had called me earlier with disappointing news about the leads on the Queen of the West, and after my meetings, I'd told him to meet

I was never a jealous woman. Experience had taught me that cheating depended entirely on the cheater. But right now, my jealousy was clawing its way up from the depths of my gut because three possibilities were gnawing at me. First, Lawrence and Emma were engaged for convenience. Their relationship was a sham with no physical intimacy at all. Second, Lawrence and Emma were engaged for convenience. Their relationship was a sham, but they still had sex for the thrill of it. Or third, Lawrence and Emma were engaged out of love. Their relationship was real, filled with sleepless nights of passion, and I had become the very thing I despised—a boyfriend stealer.

Maria fell silent. She knew her jealousy had crossed the line. Hailey’s car was the exact model she wanted, but her husband refused to let her get it. Secretly, she slapped herself and thought, “Ugh, why did I have to get jealous? It’s just a car, no big deal! If I cannot travel abroad next month, wouldn’t that result in me losing face in the eyes of my closest friends? She paced back and forth in her room.”

She returned to her seat just as Lucy, still blushing, pushed her desk next to Jane's, so that their two chairs were almost touching. Jane didn't need to make any more entries in the Unfair Life book. She had all the proof she needed to agree that her life sucked. Nothing like this had ever happened to her sister Caroline, or ever could. It could happen only to the vice president of Loser Club. She was in love with her science teacher, AKA Rapunzel. And Lucy Adams, AKA the weirdo, was in love with her. ~*~ Jane stared down at her desk, unwilling to look at Lucy. She knew that Lucy was staring at her desk, too, unwilling to look at her. One of them had to break the ice. But Jane felt colder t

I looked across the flames at Maddie and shook my head. “Maddie, listen to how insane that sounds when you say it out loud, because we're talking about a billionaire who's almost thirty-five years old, a man who runs companies and negotiates deals worth more money than I'll see in ten lifetimes, and somehow his response to jealousy was to engineer a dramatic emotional disaster like he was starring in his own psychological thriller.” The absurdity of it still made me want to laugh and scream at the same time. “A grown man did all of this because he was jealous.”

The third was a minor official in the territory's external relations office who had certain information about certain things that I held and who therefore had a practical interest in doing what I asked. The narrative was simple. A woman whose mating ceremony was being sabotaged by her mate's jealous former wife, who had returned after three years with a new Alpha and new credentials and had used a three-day medical visit as an opportunity to file a council submission that would delay, destabilize, or destroy a ceremony that had been years in preparation. The jealousy framing was essential because jealousy was legible, it was human, it was the kind of motivation that people understood without

His whole world was Emma, glued to her side. Emma had said she'd take back everything that was "hers." But I had never touched anything of hers. She was the one who'd discarded Hector. Once, she'd laughed, "Who'd have thought he'd become a billionaire? He was always meant to be mine; I'm only taking back what's mine." I thought it was ridiculous and ignored her. But before I knew it, Hector started pulling away. He hated when I touched his phone, wouldn't let me ask about his plans.

Jeff pretended not to know. "Don't think we're stupid Jeff, we know you're rehashing your story with Arazel, right? Are you going to keep repeating the same fate that girl had with Arazel?" said Jeanna, which was the first time Jeff saw her angry. So far, only Alonzo and Chloe were known to be cruel. As for Jeanna, she was more neutral. But this time, her anger exploded. She was really angry with Jeff. Jeff looked down in resignation. This time he couldn't avoid it anymore. It seemed that the relationship he had established for about 2 years had to end just like that, once again because of the greed of his own people.

There was only a worn thread of shared history, as thin as a thread can be, and a fresh, bright line of something that was plainly and solely pity. The green thing beneath my breastbone did not disappear. I want that recorded. It remained while I looked at the truth, and it went on insisting. I understood for the first time that jealousy is not information. It is weather. You can stand in it and read the evidence at the same time, and it does not care in the slightest. I made myself walk away from the shutters, and that was the only genuinely clever thing I did in the whole of that month. The letter arrived the next morning.

Parker looked to see that the guys had paused their games. And to know, they say jealousy is produced by the fear that the loved person prefers someone else.