Stories About Jealousy Novels & Stories

Alicia looked at Zara’s story on I*******m with envy, a sharp pang of anger twisting in her chest. Her heart ached with jealousy. She couldn’t bear it any longer, so she set her phone aside. Her man had not only cleaned the other woman up but had now brought her siblings over and was entertaining them. . Who knows, she thought bitterly. They might get married.

You might be wondering why such emotions stirred within me regarding my best friend's romantic encounter with her mate. The source of my jealousy stemmed from the fact that I had harbored romantic feelings for Professor Blake ever since I first laid eyes on him in the morning. My infatuation with him had commenced the very moment he assumed the role of our new history professor. He possessed an unparalleled handsomeness and exhibited perfection in every conceivable manner. I couldn't help but wish I were the one destined to be his mate, rather than Bella. It's worth noting that I already have a mate of my own, though he's currently residing abroad and doesn't quite possess the same level of

He shifted the aim at Maddox, taking away my breath. "No!" A scream escaped my lips as I nervously played with my fingers. He laughed, rubbing his hand on his eyes, "You can have a whole new life, you do this and everything will end for you too,’’ I tried to convince him, knowing that jealousy is like an infection that never stops. "I don’t want a life for me, but a dead end for him. Now help me with this. Who should I kill to upset him?" he said it so casually that I was shocked. How can jealousy infest minds so badly?

--- Emburré, Leticia, asks. Her face, as we would say in Brazil, was that of someone who ate something and hated it. She looks at me with her gaze on fire, and I am sure that if she could, she would have killed me already, just by the intensity of her murderous gaze. The saddest part of it all is knowing the real reason for her jealousy. She's not upset because I'm standing next to Ethan, a man she may have had feelings for in the past and found she hasn't gotten over. Her hatred is because she knows that I am standing next to a big businessman with a huge bank account. What she feels is jealousy because she knows that my "fiancé" is much more powerful than hers.

But the sight of her with another man, even in this innocuous setting, still stirred a primal jealousy within me. I spent the rest of the evening battling my own emotions, struggling to maintain a facade of composure while my insides churned with a mixture of fear and possessiveness. I knew I had to let her go, to let her live her life, to trust that she would always come back to me. But it was a difficult lesson to learn, especially when my heart felt like it was breaking with every shared laugh, every stolen glance. The sight of Alexa laughing with Dr. Jeremy, her face lit up with genuine amusement, was a physical blow. Every shared joke, every fleeting touch, felt like a betrayal. Jealous

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> His jealousy was still there. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But it was changing shape in the knowledge's light. He looked at it directly and found that it was not the jealousy of a man who had been robbed of something that belonged to him. It was the jealousy of a being who had been given something beautiful and had not known what it was and had not tended it in the way it needed to be tended and had watched someone else tend it with the care and the seeing that he had not managed, and the jealousy was really grief, was the specific grief of recognizing your own failure clearly and completely and without the comfortable armor of your own rightness.

"Why will I call that psycho when I'm having a beautiful, hot, sexy, bold and fiesty wife standing in front of me in my shirt?" "Day by day, you're becoming naughty husband," She teased. "For you only, my jaan. Why are you so jealous when I solely belong to you?" "I'm jealous because my husband is sinfully hot and handsome. Every girl wants him. I don't want to share you with anyone. In college, every girls looks you like a piece of meat. It's as if they are ready to eat you any time. I want to kill them for eye raping you with their eagle eyes."

In a way the whole situation reminded me that I was both—The breaker and the broken. I had broken more hearts than they've done to me but in the end it all summed down to us being nothing but domino's waiting to fall. Still, the presence of this strange man that could be my wife's lover filled the parking lot. That kindling in me fed on the warm flames in my chest that grew and grew in fury. My grip tightened on my phone as though I could clench it till it became nothing. I was overwhelmed by jealousy and I couldn't deal with it, I couldn't deal with sharing this woman.

My heart broke, why did I even try to go away from him when he isn't even coming to me. My insides burn with jealousy , I want to drag that bitch away from my husband. God, I want to hate my husband so so fucking bad. "Meera child, lets go you won't make me unhappy, right?" I heard him and my ears rang as siren, I didn't protest when he took me to the centre of stage. I just couldn't do anything. I couldn't do anything when his hands are on my bare shoulder. My breathing labored. I can't breathe.

The more she looked at them, the more upset she felt. She was called a jealous woman in a rich and powerful family. She was physically disabled and mentally disabled. A V-list online writer wrote thousands of words, starting from the love affair between Lu Weiqi and Blake, and writing about Jessica's upper-class history. She wrote that she was a living breaking up lover, an evil woman with despicable means, and in the past three years, all the women who appeared around Blake were miserable. They lived up to the reputation of snakes and scorpions, and now she extended the black hand to Lu Weiqi. The reason was that she was afraid that her lover would reign over the fire again.