What Makes Men Jealous Novels & Stories

"I know enough. Let's not discuss it. They were lucky you never got too far with them. I swear you would find news about random murders everyday about the men you dated." I shook my head. "You know, the fact that you even kept an eye on my boyfriends is creepy as fuck?" "I said I don't want to talk about them.* Words came out through gritted teeth. Icy blue eyes flashed with rage and jealousy. "And watch your mouth, cuore mio. Bad words can bring you more punishments." Caveman! He was jealous of the men who couldn't even touch me properly. Pulling him closer, I tried to tame the mad beast. "Punish me then. Just, be gentle."

“Isn’t that what every man says when he has a mate but gets another girl pregnant?” I’m not proud of it, but jealousy, hot and bitter, surges through my veins. The image of him touching her, loving her, burns behind my eyelids. I know both my mates have been with others, they admitted as much, but something about him creating life with her, it churns my stomach until I think I might puke again.

It can only mean one thing. My stomach clenches with a sudden, ugly jolt that has nothing to do with fear. It’s a raw, immediate wave of something hot and bitter. Jealousy rises like bile in my throat. I shouldn’t care about the women he used to fuck. He’s my captor, my jailer, the monster I despise. But the thought of his perfect, ruthless body being intimate with any of these simpering, envious women, pumping into them, allowing them to share his bed, sends a spike of irrational rage through me. Has he fucked any of them in the bed we share? I’ll throw it out in a heartbeat.

he went on, “I guess that explains why I felt so… jealous seeing you and Mason talking. And then, when I saw you kissing him the next day…” “The perfume made you jealous?” “Terribly so. When I saw Mason kissing you, I wanted to punch him in the face. I didn’t understand it at the time, but now I realize that was just because of the pheromones.” I stared down at my lap, feeling strangely disappointed. I supposed I had thought the jealousy was simply because Elijah cared for me and wanted me all to himself, but it seemed it was just another fabrication of the perfume. Therefore, not real.

"W-What? O-Of course, not. Really, I am not jealous. I know Dennise and I know how good of a best friend she is. And I know she's the first one you loved. I have no right to get jealous." "You have the right to. You are the one I love right now. You have every right to feel emotions whenever it involves me. But anyway, I promise not to do anything that would make you jealous." "And I'll try my best for you not to be jealous, too." "You can never do that." "What? And why do you think so?" "Because I get easily jealous as long as it involves you. I don't want anyone else, especially other men get near you or touch you. I will feel really jealous."

Are all men are like this? Daniel's hands wandered to her hair, his touch soothing. "Well, men tend to be possessive over what they cherish. We don't like the idea of sharing what belongs to us, we just want what we love to be only ours." Luna reflected on her dad and brother's behavior, "Yeah, just like my dad and brother. They get jealous whenever I get close to someone." Daniel smiled, a hint of amusement in his voice, "It's a natural instinct, even if they take it to the extreme."

“I become anxious because of him. I overthink everything—what I wear, how I act—all because of him. My heart races when he’s near, like it’s trying to tear itself out of my chest. And for the first time in my life, I want to impress someone. I need him to notice me, to want me. But he doesn’t pick up my calls, doesn’t act like I exist when we’re apart, and yet…” My voice drops, thick with pain. “I still find him attractive. I still want his attention. It’s like I can’t breathe when he’s not around, like something vital is missing. And when I think about him with someone else…” My breath hitches. “I get jealous of women I don’t even know exist. I picture him with them, and it’s enough to make

"My childhood friend came to visit me at the office and took me out for lunch, my husband followed us in his car to the restaurant we had our lunch. He monitored us and I saw some kind of...I don't know how to describe it. He was neither angry not happy" "A bit jealous" "A bit jealous? Wait... you mean...my husband is jealous? Why would he be? "Men hates seeing their women being treated nicely and with so much affection by another man. It hurts their ego. So, he's jealous" "But this guy is my childhood friend" "It doesn't make a difference. What matters is that he's a man and he's treating you in such a lovely manner. So, he's jealous. He doesn't want you to be treated lovingly by another ma

Suddenly he looks a touch nervous. He doesn't get bothered about people looking at him anymore. In fact, now he jokes he was made so big to keep other men from looking at me. I roll my eyes whenever he teases about it. His jealousy is adorable to me. It's not so adorable to the guys he mean-mugs for looking at me, though. That look only makes me giggle while others turn and run the other way. I don't think they're checking me out, but he's says I don't notice.

Could it be business-wise or something else? Alessandro was so much complicated for her to figure out. She tried to make her findings but couldn't get anything off the Internet. Now thinking about the findings, she pulled out her phone and typed in why would a man get jealous because of a woman. The result it brought up made her heart race. She read through the various options, and the top ones listed definitely didn't fit into their situations until the last one, which was ROMANTIC INTEREST.