Unscramble Jealous Novels & Stories

“Are you jealous?” Those words sent flames all over my body. I turned to him, my voice trembling. “Don’t reduce what I’m feeling right now to just jealousy. It’s more than that. It’s anger and hurt.”

Jealousy is something you already have but afraid of someone take it from you. As I pointed my fingers to him angrily, he just stares at me with a sad gazed then looked away. It was confirmed that he was jealous. EL forced me to be his possession, but he will never control me, specially my feeling toward to them. I honestly don’t know the reason why I despised them. No. Despised is a hard term, I just don’t like them. Maybe because I am living with a vampire’s family. I do not respect their tradition. Tsk. Don't let me get involved in their nonsense. Don't force me to.

“Don’t be so jealous Jeoff, it doesn’t look good on you.” “You already have to leave Shin’s company, I no longer want Lily for you to stay there.” “And you know that I won’t agree Jeoff.” “You are now so abusive. You are no longer listening to me.” “I am listening to you Jeoff, you are just really abusing being so jealous. I need to grow Jeoff. Okay.” I just sighed. “There are many girls who don’t like to work, but you, tsss.”

I need to focus on work so that I can return abroad immediately, it's better that I don't stay for a long time here. "See, you're thinking of a different man again. Before it was your ex-husband is now Craig, don't you know that I'm a jealous person?" He still didn't stop teasing until we got in the car. "Raziel, can you stop your flirting with me?" I teased him with a joke, "Another thing is you keep saying that you are jealous as if it’s true.” I roll my eyes at him. "So, I'm allowed to feel jealous if what I feel is true?" He asked in amazement, "So is that your way of saying that I have the right to like you?"

"Even in death, you're still trying to steal my man? Clearly, skinning you and blowing you up wasn't cruel enough." "Go to hell with your little bastard!" I shut my eyes and calmed myself. Quietly, I preserved every text and waited—for the storm that was sure to come.

"Don't get jealous now, boy. Now keep scrounging." Frank growled, "Don't trip over yourself." "You're just jealous!" Zeb gloated as he walked. Frank flicked his fingers, launching a shot of his vigor at Zeb's knees. "Ouch!" Zeb yelped in pain as he fell forward!

It was a pathetic act, he was blatantly showing off his interest to that scrawny girl—totally pissing his guts off. Fuck! What did he see in that flimsy prawn, she look like shit! He's much prettier than her and that would cause them to fight and he'll get broken—totally broken and. Fuck! I'm much better than that prawn! He grit his teeth realizing that his jealousy was creeping into his spine which totally caught him off guard.

Not that she needed to show her teeth to be scary. "Hang on," I said, ignoring her expression. "Isn't avarice the same as jealousy?" "No, avarice is the desire for material objects, or for pleasure (she took great enjoyment out of gazing directly at me as she spoke, emphasising the word pleasure slightly) where as jealousy is the desire for something that is someone elses." "Well?" she said, her hands going to her hips. She took a pose, leaning more on one leg than the other. Her movement made her breasts jiggle, and I could almost feel them in my hand. I wanted to feel them in my hand.

And then she had gone to lunch with my uncle at one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. The anger that moved through me was immediate and hot and I recognized, somewhere underneath it, that it was not the simple clean anger of a man whose wife had lied to him. It was more complicated than that and the complication was the thing making it burn hotter. It was jealousy. Real, genuine, completely inconvenient jealousy — the kind that told you something you hadn't wanted to know about yourself, because you could only be jealous of something you wanted, and I had spent two years telling myself and everyone else that I did not want my own wife.

She unlocked her black SUV, got into it, and placed her hands on the steering wheel with a huff. She could not believe it! The hate she thought she had built up for him over the months could not stop her heart from skipping when she passed by them, and what was this rush of jealousy she was feeling now? 'Jealous? No way will I be jealous!' Her eyes went cold again, and she scoffed. ‘This is it. I am not stopping.’ She gripped tightly unto the steering wheel, her gaze cold, murderous, and unyielding. ‘I have started this anyway and I'm not stopping! No going back!'