Novel & Cerita Jealousy Got Me Strapped

"Damn it." I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white under the strain. The bitter taste of jealousy tainted my tongue as I recalled the countless instances where Jayden had stolen the spotlight, effortlessly captivating the attention of our pack and even our parents. It was as if I was always living in his shadow, forever cast aside, deemed unworthy.

“I wоuldn’t wаnt one сhееk tо gеt jealous of the оthеr.” “Yeah, it could get nаѕtу.” My fіngеrѕ unсurlеd frоm Jоеl’ѕ hаіr tо work thеіr way down untіl thеу rеѕtеd оn thе оthеr сhееk. I squeezed іt еxtrа tіght juѕt tо mаkе uр fоr іt.

- I heard myself complaining, already in the hallway. - Do you swear? I want to be trapped in the cage, love. - With him? Can you just be crazy? - Confess to being jealous... - I'm dying, eating me with jealousy. – I confessed. She smiled and touched my face affectionately. I adjusted the bandana with the name of the band on her head: - You look beautiful! – I heard myself saying. - No kidding. I am fat. Look at the size of my breasts. - Perfect... - I looked at the full breasts inside the shirt... Guess whose? Bon Jovi.

James suddenly grabbed her throat with shocking force. "You want to betray me too! You want to abandon me too!" Michelle struggled desperately, finding it harder and harder to breathe as everything began to blur. Survival instinct kicked in as she grabbed a sculpture from the table and smashed it against James's head. James grunted and collapsed to the floor. Michelle clutched her throat, coughing violently. Looking at James lying on the ground, there wasn't a trace of concern in her eyes—only disgust and contempt. "Look at yourself. Without your parents' protection, you're nothing but trash!

My chest went tight in a sharp and sudden manner, and it was just like someone had driven a blade right between my ribs. “Fuck,” I whispered. I listened again, just to be sure. Like it would change anything. Well… jokes on me. I should be worried for both of them, for Isla especially, with everything already hanging over her head. But instead jealousy hit me hard and ugly. It wasn’t rational and it wasn’t fair, but it burned anyway. My hand curled into the mattress. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I pushed myself upright, the room suddenly feeling too small and too hot. I needed air, maybe to step outside a little bit.

★ Two Weeks Later ★ Jade jolted awake, her heart racing, and her sheets drenched in sweat. The remnants of her nightmare lingered, the image of a tattooed tiger on a man's chest etched in her mind. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around her, holding her tight. Panic set in. She struggled to break free, her fists flailing wildly. “Let me go! No! Ah!” she screamed, her voice hoarse from sleep. But the grip only tightened. She kicked and squirmed, her mind still trapped in the darkness.

I freed myself from his grip on his hands, and immediately plopped down in frustration on the bed. "This is all your fault. I definitely can't get pregnant right away because I'm too stressed." "Stressed? What are you thinking about?” “I was thinking of you and Vella. You stress me with all the negative things you might be doing out there without me knowing." "Are you jealous?" "What? No, I'm not jealous!” I frantically answered his question and immediately rose from my prone position. He cannot know that. He should not! "How could I feel jealous of Vella. Erm, I already have Doctor Jared after all.”

I suddenly feel possessive over her, feeling jealous when she's smiling sweetly with another wolf. I got angry and I am about to spurt because of jealousy. I walked angrily back into my office as I mind linked Sarah to meet me in my study, she knocked “Come in” She walks in and walked up to me and put her hand at my chest. “Strip” I need you to please me, satisfy me with your body whore. She started to strip her clothes as she crawls over to me, she began to unzip my jeans, she slipped her hands in, and grabbed my rod.

These people have found me, captured me in the second most humiliating way. The first was them using my son as leverage. I tried lifting my hands, but the moment I moved, something cinched around my ribs and arms, tight enough to crush my bone. I am wearing a straitjacket jacket. I can recognize it because I have few of them in my own torture room. But still, I'm fazed by how much audacity these fucker's got. I jerked again, harder this time.The straps cut into my skin, but the jacket didn’t budge.

Gazing at Dylan, I sensed the tension radiating from him; his expression was clouded with jealousy. My eyes fell to his clenched fist, a visible manifestation of his inner turmoil. An exclamation of realization escaped my lips as I whispered to myself, "Oh my God," a wave of concern hit me as I grasped the gravity of the situation.