What Makes Men Jealous Novels & Stories

"You know too little about women. Women's jealousy is very strange. Usually speaking, women's jealousy ranks like this—being jealous that someone looks more beautiful than her; being jealous that someone has a better figure than herself; being jealous that someone has more money, and the greatest jealousy is—" Selena smirked evilly before finishing her sentence. "Being jealous that someone has a man who is better than hers! That's right, this is the highest level of jealousy. Based on my knowledge of Megan Yard, she must be cursing me right now. She's probably going 'Ugh, Selena Yard, this stupid and dumb lowlife. How did she find herself a husband who is so handsome, cool and manly?! Beside

Duke spoke in a deep voice, “Why would women not want to hear their partner talking about their exes?” “Why else do you think? They would get jealous, of course!” Trent snorted. “The more a woman cares about you, the more she cares about the existence of your ex. The moment you bring up your ex in front of her, she would start assuming that you still care about the other woman, and that makes her jealous. When she’s jealous, she’s mad. When she’s mad, she doesn’t want to talk to you anymore.” Duke looked up. “Are you saying that she cares about me?”

I knew then that I could never compete with that and that I could never stay angry at the person who was making you happy because I never could. I sometimes let my jealousy get the better of me. I'm used to our band mates paying too much attention to the girls they liked but when it came to you, I couldn't take it. I never said anything then but deep inside of me I wanted to punch every single one of them every time they made a move on you and claw their eyes out every time they stared at you. I always seemed to shrug it off but honestly, it took all of my willpower to remain calm during those times. It was even more difficult to control my jealousy when JD was in the picture.

She is unable to determine what is making her upset, and she could care less. “It's my first time to feel this thing that I can't name, and of all the women I've slept with, you're the only one I feel this way about." Addi took a step away to put some distance between them. She felt insulted, and humiliated. However, it very usual and normal for men. And why do in hell she felt jealous? “Stop what you're doing right now. If you want a party, just let me have my clothes for a while.” She said before entering the suite. She was unable to comprehend why she had those inappropriate feelings in the first place.

The third time—when her gaze lingered just a second too long, I felt something snap. Jealousy is an ugly thing. It doesn’t announce itself politely. It doesn’t wait to be understood. It hits fast, sharp, and without regard for context or reason. And it doesn’t care how old you are or how disciplined you’ve trained yourself to be. All it cares about is possession.

Sex. "She hasn't asked because you haven't given her the chance to," Marcus thought about it for a while, ignoring his last statement. "If she knows, I doubt she would still be with you. Women like that want all the attention on themselves. They don't want you dividing your attention with another woman. It pisses them off and makes them act crazy. You don't want to see how crazy a woman can be when she's jealous, Charles. My hands are clean from your new conquest."

Did she not feel uncomfortable when she saw her husband going to a club on a Sunday night instead of spending time with her? Basically, men don't like women to be jealous. Some say it's excessive. It seems childish and makes things difficult, so it's not surprising that jealousy often becomes a bone of contention in a marriage. But Andreas saw it from a different angle. It would be strange if Vlora didn't feel a little jealous. After all their history, shouldn't Vlora be worried? Oh, don't let this suspicion come true. It was as if Andreas had lost his dignity and self-confidence. Did Vlora believe too much in her marriage, or did Andreas not really occupy an important place in her mind?

I explained. "Oh...okay." She squeaks out, embarrassed at her jealousy. "Sorry." I shook my head. "No, you have nothing to apologize for! I think it's fucking sexy as hell that you get jealous!" She looks at me like I just said that the planet is inside out. "Why in the fuck would you think that being jealous is sexy?!" I leaned down close to her ear. "Because that is exactly how I feel about you! If any male that is not me touches you I will break their hands or arms!" I groan as I lick her earlobe.

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?

"How are you? I've been missing you so much lately..." Before she could hit send, James snatched the phone from her hand. "What are you doing? Flirting with another man behind my back??" James's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Michelle like a cornered beast. Michelle pretended to be fragile, her eyes instantly reddening. "James, don't misunderstand, I was just..." "Just what? Just thinking I've fallen on hard times, so you're looking for another sugar daddy?!” James suddenly grabbed her throat with shocking force.