Novel & Cerita Green Eyed Jealousy

"You look like you swallowed something unpleasant." I laugh weakly. "Maybe the beer." She doesn't believe me. But she doesn't push. Callum returns with more drinks. The night continues. Laughter. Music. Conversation. But I'm not really there. Because across the street, in another pub, a man with grey eyes is probably still sitting with a woman who touches him like she owns him. And I hate how much it matters. Jealousy, I realise suddenly, is a very dangerous poison. And I've already swallowed far too much of it.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> His jealousy was still there. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But it was changing shape in the knowledge's light. He looked at it directly and found that it was not the jealousy of a man who had been robbed of something that belonged to him. It was the jealousy of a being who had been given something beautiful and had not known what it was and had not tended it in the way it needed to be tended and had watched someone else tend it with the care and the seeing that he had not managed, and the jealousy was really grief, was the specific grief of recognizing your own failure clearly and completely and without the comfortable armor of your own rightness.

It targeted a handsome youth, who was toying carelessly away at a dozen girls at the party. She stopped short, seeing her mate flirting with that woman again. Anger seeped through her like shadows. She knew he was only playing a part that he was supposed to, but still actually seeing it was making her blood boil. The Deadly killing intent was pouring off her in waves. It took every ounce of her will to drag her eyes back and calm down. She took deep gulps of air steadying her breath and calming her. When she opened her eyes, Evelyn was taken aback by a pair of clear bluish green eyes, eyes that were mesmerizing – like she had fallen into a deep ocean of calmness. Except for the fact, that th

My gaze planted back at Earl's but his silly grin and shaking head is disturbing the sh*t out of me, leaving me clueless when he finally look back in front. I look at my desk with my brows creased then tilt my head a little. "Jealous. They said that someone might get jealous." I look at my seatmate who happens to be listening to our conversation. My brows furrowed even more when he said that, allowing me to move closer to his side. "What do you mean?" He chuckled. "Green-eyed monster often signifies as jealousy in idioms. Green is jealousy." My lips parted in disbelief, processing what he said. I did not bother to answer him back since Mister Dawson started his discussion in front while I am

She was giving me a look that tells she was more than happy to kill me than to see me. By how much intensity she was glaring murderously at me I would be 60 ft under the ground, if looks could kill. From the corner of my eyes I saw Alpha James's son, Ryden giving my mate a dreamily look. My wolf growled at that in my head. I never felt jealous over any woman but for hef I felt an intense jealousy.My mate gave a sideways look to him as if thinking three thousand ways to kill him at the spot. " Get out of the room, do not enter until I let you come in. I will handle this situation" .

He grins, turning onto his back and pulling me closer by grabbing my wrist. “Think whatever you want; I don’t care,” I respond, averting my eyes, though deep down, I admit the pang of jealousy within me. Suddenly, he positions me beneath him, pinning my hands against the soft mattress and fixing his intense gaze on me. His gaze takes my breath away. “You can’t hide your jealousy, Mrs. Grey.” He whispers in a husky tone, brushing his lips against mine, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. All I want from him is to kiss me.

"In case you hadn't noticed," I said, closing the gap between us, "I'm not your typical girl. And this whole jealousy crap you're pulling isn’t going to fly with me. Grey is not interested in me, he's helping me out, that's it." She lifted her chin, her eyes narrowing. "Say what you like, but you're playing with fire."

Smug, taunting as if to say he’s going to take her, and there’s nothing I can do. And just like that, I see green. Not metaphorically. Not poetically. Viscerally. ‘Couple billion in the whole wide world Find another one ‘cause she belongs to me’ For the first time in my life, jealousy scorches through me, feeding the fire already roaring in my chest. It mixes with all the cropped-up shitty feelings I’ve never felt and threatens to explode. My face turns crimson, veins pulsate with pent-up fury in my neck, as I clench my fists, knuckles white with the intensity of my rage.

She whined. I scrunched my eyes tightly, my fists clenching tightly. The only reason I fucked her was because of her green eyes. But the color was a dull contrast to the ones that had been plaguing my dreams, the little sleep I did get, my unconscious mind was filled with visions of emerald green, glowing orbs, so alluring and sexual that I would wake up needing to relieve myself, rubbing one or two out before I could even shower. Fuck, just thinking about those ‘come fuck me eyes’ was getting me hard again. I turned away from Scarlet, not wanting her to think the boner was for her benefit, or that she had caused my arousal.

My words were edged with defiance, though my heart thumped painfully in my chest. He didn’t respond immediately. Japhet’s eyes, still illuminated in that strange green light, locked onto mine with a gaze so intense it made my knees weak. I could see every flicker of emotion—annoyance, disbelief, jealousy, and a hint of vulnerability—swirling behind his cold mask. For a second, he was breathtaking, like a golden halo radiating behind him, untouchable and divine.