Unscramble Jealous 소설 & 이야기

Single. I feel no hot surge of jealousy. I dissect that emotion, as I have all others. Jealousy implies a fear of loss, a recognition that another’s claim might supersede your own. I do not fear. I assess. This man is not a threat to my possession; he is a new variable in my equation. The question is one of application. How best to utilize him?

It had been a while since he had fun. He was starting to get uncomfortable with his friends as he each time he saw them he couldn’t help but be jealous of them. he had found his attitude disgusting and irritating. How could he get jealous of his friends just because they had found the love of their lives and no matter how he had tried, she couldn’t find the love of his life. He was the unlucky one, it had nothing to do with his friends.

Why would I need to be? ‘It’s called jealousy’ Aces declares. ‘Because you see our mate dancing with that idiot. I don’t feel jealous though. I know whose name Venus and Jayda will be screaming when the time comes. You have some work to do with Jayda. Venus says she’s upset with you.’ ‘I’m not jealous, jackass. I don’t know why Jayda is upset with me. It’s not like I did something wrong.’ ‘Are you trying to convince me or yourself that you’re not jealous? You’re such an oblivious clown when it comes to females. You’ll figure it out soon enough.’

'But you’re jealous that someone is getting attention that should be for us. I clenched my hands until my claws dug faintly into my palms. “I’m not jealous,” I said again. "I'm furious."

"She just lost a baby; it's normal to be a bit sensitive." Hector's face hardened as he deliberately pulled the flowers out of the trash, placing them back in the vase with a cold look. "Let's see if anyone dares touch these flowers again." He was making it clear he'd chosen Emma's side, ignoring the rash spreading across my face. "Allergic reactions won't kill you," he muttered. "Stop being so dramatic. Emma's ankle isn't even healed yet, and I still have to take her to her follow-up." Tears fell, one after another, splattering silently onto the floor.

As I stood in the shower, I took a deep breath, trying to calm my pounding heart. Our three-year-long mate bond was ending today. That thought left a sharp pain in my chest, almost suffocating me. As pain washed over me, a melodious ringtone reached my ears. Oh, no! I almost forgot I had to deliver a design proposal to an important client today. Hastily, I dressed up, grabbed my purse, and rushed downstairs. As I ran, I called out to Marcus, saying, "Marcus, please help arrange a ride for me!"

Something I couldn’t name. Something far older than jealousy.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Khyle rubbed his hand across his stomach. It was funny. The thought of Gunner surrounded by beautiful women, naked and receiving the full force of his attention, it caused a twist of envy in his gut. Envy, or perhaps jealousy. Khyle frowned. He was sure of it now. It was jealousy. He damn well liked it when the bluenet paid attention to him. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" Jealousy. He turned the word over and left it right side up. He had been calling this feeling other things for months, filing it under categories that were adjacent to the truth without being the truth. This time it had arrived already named and he had not redirected it, had just let it sit there in his chest with t

“My princess… I thought I’d lost you. Never scare me like that again.” Jalen remained frozen near the window, silent but intense. His jealousy toward Jude was detectable, yet he looked relieved. The room brimmed with layered emotions—gratitude, guilt, unspoken tensions, and unbreakable bonds. I looked past everyone, my gaze locking onto him. With all the strength I could muster, I whispered, “Jalen…” The single word hung in the air like a lifeline. His head snapped up, eyes meeting mine. In that moment, the jealousy melted. He crossed the room in two strides, before sitting beside me on the bed and clutched my other hand.