Jealousy Incarnate Novels & Stories

Jealousy is something you already have but afraid of someone take it from you. As I pointed my fingers to him angrily, he just stares at me with a sad gazed then looked away. It was confirmed that he was jealous. EL forced me to be his possession, but he will never control me, specially my feeling toward to them. I honestly don’t know the reason why I despised them. No. Despised is a hard term, I just don’t like them. Maybe because I am living with a vampire’s family. I do not respect their tradition. Tsk. Don't let me get involved in their nonsense. Don't force me to.

But just as vividly, she felt Carver's hand tighten in her own, a pulse of something more intricate than affection but less decipherable than envy. Carver was a mix of emotions so potent they bordered on paradox. Watching Ava, the woman he loved so intensely, kissing Peyton triggered a primal jealousy he'd never felt before. A previously locked compartment hidden deep in his mind had burst open, flooding him with feelings he could neither understand nor control. He always made it a point to never put himself in a place where he could feel jealous. Jealousy caused him to panic. At the same time, the sight was electric, leaving him unexpectedly and profoundly aroused.

I just wish this conversation will end sooner or I'll punch and kick this guy's fucking ass. It's only this time that I realized, that being jealous is my greatest weakness. I haven't felt like this before and I didn't care even if all my casual flings would find somebody in their lives. But now that I fell in love with Vera, I'm already a little possessive of her and I hate it. I don't want to act this way but its' something beyond my control.

My eyes drag along her entire body with satisfaction, seeing the effects that I've had on her while we've only just scratched the surface. Moving from that deliciously twisted expression on her face, to her chest that's rapidly expanding and falling from her panting through her orgasm, down to the incredible curves of her hips that are perfect for grabbing onto, my eyes finally land on her slightly swollen belly. Something blooms in me, then. An ugly feeling that tears through my chest, rising quick enough within me that I have to clamp down before my wolf can set it free. Jealousy. The male who had her before me is lucky I don't know who he is. I'd tear him limb from limb for touching her—h

“Consider this your warning: stop your advances on him.” The Goddess’s lips curved slightly, but there was fire in her tone. “I cannot help it,” she admitted, almost a whisper, almost venomous. “I am… jealous. Of the way you show him such… affection, such claim. I’ve never felt this stir before, not for any other mortal.” I could feel the tension coiling tighter around me, my stomach knotted. I dared not move, dared not breathe too loudly.

He had earned the right to look at her that way. I hadn't. My hands curled into fists at my sides. Jealousy burned through me. Hot and irrational and completely hypocritical. I had no right to be jealous. No right to resent Lucas for being what I should have been. No right to feel possessive over a woman I had thrown away like garbage. But I felt it anyway. The primal part of me—the wolf that still recognized Irene as mine—wanted to tear Lucas apart. Wanted to eliminate the threat. Wanted to claim what belonged to me.

“I..just want to make you jealous…..” “I’m jealous!” He cut me off, getting into my face and staring at me as if he wanted to kill me. “I’m fucking jealous. I’ve never felt this before! You’re driving me fucking insane, Noelle. You’ve provoked my inside demons. You’ve provoked me so fucking badly! No woman has this much power as you have over me! Now, I’m going to punish you for this impact on me!”

where he was, who he was with, what he was doing? Jealousy. The word slipped into my mind like poison, and I almost laughed at myself for it. Jealousy for my captor? For the man who’d trapped and broken me, punished me, and owned me like a pawn in his dark empire? Still, I couldn’t deny the ache in my chest, or how that ache burnt hotter the more I tried to reason it away. When did this get this strong, this foreign, twisted thing inside me that feels like… want, irresistible desire for Cassian Moretti?

He does not reply but begins the healing process. “Bastard,” I mutter, my voice low and dangerous. The word is a snarl, a growl that seems to come from somewhere deep and primal. My vision blurs with red rage as I imagine Jax, my rival, touching what I believe to be rightfully mine. The jealousy is suffocating, a green haze that colours every thought and makes my skin crawl. He’s sinking his d*ck in my warmth! My comfort, my Meg- my mate!

’ I quickly approach them, catching this whore red-handed cheating on me. They seemed to be scared to see me, well it's good cos they better be! *** Yes, jealousy was a feeling of an envious resentment that happened when our soulmate showed an attraction to someone else. It’s the unproven prejudice that could lead into harmful consequences, especially if our lover was truly innocent.