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Rebecca Beneath the layers of hurt and disappointment, a seething anger consumed me, directed at Artemy and myself alike. I couldn't help but question why I cared so deeply. It was an unfamiliar and unsettling sensation coursing through my veins—anger. I struggled to recall the last time I allowed myself to experience such a raw emotion. I had mastered the art of suppressing my feelings, becoming numb to the world and everyone in it. Yet now, I found myself wounded, let down, furious, and even jealous.

Emma was slowly losing every ounce of self-esteem she once had. "You did, but not the amount of weight you need to lose, keep going though," Ariana commented, making her frown more. Ariana was jealous of Emma, that's why she made it her goal to make Emma hate herself. According to Ariana, Emma had everything. She had beauty, brains, a good personality and of course her amazing friend and she had the potential of making more friends. Ariana made it her number one priority to destroy Emma. She knew how bad Cole was and she did her best to make him look like the best man on Earth in Emma's eyes. She envied her friendship with Mila, so she made plans with Cole to steal Emma's earrings and frame

Her words dripped with malice, and the other students nearby began to snicker. Isla’s hatred for me had many layers, but the one that stung the most was her jealousy. There had been a guy, Dane, whom she’d liked for months. He was charming, the type who drew attention without even trying. I hadn’t meant to catch his eye, but I had, and Isla had noticed. It didn’t matter that I had no interest in him; for Isla, it was unforgivable.

The similarity between the two were beyond comparison, they were both on each other's nerves and were irritated at the sight of each other. Suddenly. He noticed how her mood had dropped, she looked down casted yet she tried her best to keep her pride, he could not understand what made her distressed. "But father has accepted you, you are lucky enough to even have his acknowledgement." She pointed at him and back herself. "I on the other hand has been faithful and loyal to this family for years and yet he refused to acknowledge me, his first born child, however you, a stranger who has never seen his own kind before was accepted under a minute." It was then Malicay understood what was causing

Just an irritating neighbor with too much charm and too little decency. And yet, her stomach twisted with something she refused to call jealousy. No. Absolutely not. She wasn’t jealous. She was… annoyed. Yes, that was the word. Annoyed that people couldn’t see through his smug act. Annoyed that they actually fed into his ego.

“Why whenever you see him you can’t take your eyes off him? Why you can’t see anything else when he is before you? Why you get nervous when he talks to you? Why you can’t deny him when he hugs you?” The reflection asked her frowning her eyebrows. Shama was silent. She just stared at her eyes. She could see that she was speaking the truth but she just didn’t want to accept it. “Yesterday, when Chandrika was with him, why were you feeling jealous?” “Jealous?” Shama thought. “Yes, you were jealous. The anger you were feeling was because of jealousy. You can lie to everyone else but not yourself, Shama.” The reflection said looking at her.

' Ekiya cried in her brain. ' I hate those bitches who are so mean to me in the name of relatives and friends. They didn't come forward to help us when you were admitted to the hospital and here you are thinking good for them. Think of your daughter father. You are breaking her heart by telling her crush about those relatives' daughters! ' Ekiya jealousy took out the bad side of her.

He did not think that Luis's staff would betray him and was more loyal to Luis. That's why he feels so much anger towards Luis because he was embarrassed by a famous person and an important event. After all, Luis has nothing to do with being wild and greedy. Sometimes it's really bad to have body envy. It is a disease that is difficult to cure. When you're really jealous of someone, there's nothing you can do but check what they're doing or bothering you. Sometimes what you see in him you wish you had too. It's like you're not happy with his achievement and you prefer that he always be humble or below you. Is it that you don't want to be taken care of or that he surpasses you in other things

“But Tristan, Osiris, and Lefu can. They feel it through the bond. They’re certain.” A hot, mean thing crawled up the back of my throat—jealousy, old and ugly as rust. They sensed it through the bond first, but I had smelled it first. As if there were any competition in love. As if a pup weighed and measured affection, parceling it out by who first named it. The thought made me ashamed. Shame made me angry. Anger made me stupid.