Jealousy Incarnate の小説・ストーリー

He’s looking right at her with those I-want-to-devour-you eyes The caption says ‘Don Romano’s Wife Finding New Interests?’ I stare at it. The words blur for a second before everything inside me goes cold. My thumb tightens around the phone until I almost hear it crack. I feel something unfamiliar crawl up my throat. Jealousy. Pure and ugly. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s always a feeling of possession. Not jealousy. But this time, it’s different.

My wolf, who’s been purring in satisfaction ever since Kieran let me keep my hand on his back, rears up with a low, vicious snarl that echoes in my skull. No. Ours. He is OURS. He screamed my name. He came apart in my mouth. He belongs to ME. That one is a threat. Remove him. The jealousy is instant, visceral, and it’s a taste I’ve never known. It’s bitter as bile. It’s a poison. I’m not just angry, I’m feeling insecure. The feeling is so alien I almost choke on it. Me. Alexei Basov. Insecure. Kieran’s laugh, a soft, genuine sound, cuts through my haze. "You haven't changed a bit, Eli. Still casing the room for valuables?"

It was a pathetic act, he was blatantly showing off his interest to that scrawny girl—totally pissing his guts off. Fuck! What did he see in that flimsy prawn, she look like shit! He's much prettier than her and that would cause them to fight and he'll get broken—totally broken and. Fuck! I'm much better than that prawn! He grit his teeth realizing that his jealousy was creeping into his spine which totally caught him off guard.

★One Year Ago★ Jade sat on the floor, sobbing loudly and scratching her arms, trying to get rid of the feel of her harasser's skin against hers. She kept replaying the last few hours in her mind. She could still feel his body against hers and it made her feel worthless and dirty. And like a thousand bugs were crawling through her skin, eating her up.

he declares. My heart lurches to my feet when the weight of his words strikes it down. There’s no way I’m mistaken about what I’m feeling - I’m jealous towards a dead woman! But what’s even more unacceptable is that that jealousy is a proof of what I’ve been battling not to figure out - I’m falling in love with Mr. Davide, a man whom I must kill and a man who has every reason to destroy me and my race!

REBECCA "Well, I would describe jealousy as a wave. It crashes into your heart with a mix of emotions. Anger and sadness. Most of the time, it's not a pleasant feeling, but it hurts. Right here," she said, placing her hand over her heart. "It hurts. Your chest tightens, and it feels like you can't breathe. Sometimes you might feel like crying or becoming so furious that you want to resort to violence, like punching someone in the face. I can't exactly put it into words, but it's quite overwhelming."

Intense jealousy washed over me. Carmela.

So I stayed hidden, bleeding, watching the man I paid use the woman I loved like she was his personal fuck toy. I saw her come, hard. Her back arched, mouth open in a silent scream, pussy gushing around his cock. I saw him fill her, thick white cum leaking out of her stretched hole and running down her beautiful thighs. I saw her collapse against his chest, whispering my name like he was me. The jealousy was so deep it felt like my heart was being ripped out and stomped on. I wasn’t just jealous of his cock inside her. I was jealous of the ghost she thought he was. She was giving her body to a lie, and the lie was wearing my face.

What was that? Just what in the hell was that? The burn of jealousy is new and unwanted. When she mentioned my friend with that note of interest in her voice something inside me reared its ugly head. I know it's ugly because the feeling was dark as fuck. Dark and almost feral.