Jealous Possessive Husband Books Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, I decided to claim him. I reached out and wrapped an arm possessively around his waist, then looked at Mira with open contempt. From the corner of my eye, I caught the surprise on Chris’s face. I sneered at Mira. “Chris is my husband. I don’t like other women entertaining thoughts about him. I am jealous and possessive, and I have no intention of sharing my man with anyone—especially not with you.”

“You’re going to get a good job, move into a beautiful apartment and become rich so you can spoil me.” “With what money?” “Your accountant money obviously.” I rolled my eyes. “You think accountants are billionaires?” “They dress like it.” “That’s because they’re miserable.” She laughed loudly. Then suddenly narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Why do you look stressed?” My stomach tightened instantly. Was it that obvious? “I’m not stressed.” “You’re literally sweating.” Because there was a suspicious marriage card under my foot. “Room’s hot.” “The fan is on.” “The fan barely believes in itself.” That made her laugh again thankfully. God bless broken appliances.

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

Jamiel and Heriel gave me the assurance he was going to be fine, still I don’t want this seagull touching my husband. This feeling of possessiveness should be because of my heat; no omega or alpha likes their other half being in contact during their cycle. That is what these feelings are, I am never possessive of any fucking human. She tried touching him once more and I growled, I fucking growled, not the cute growl, I snapped at her, yes Charlie, you are doomed badly. This bitch is dying.

she widened her eyes in surprise but he didn't give her a second to speak out and attached his lips to her, she struggled at his forced kiss. At last, to pull him apart, he kicked him, he pulled himself back or he wasn't in the plan to let her go, "Idiot...! jealous beast...! there is a limit on getting jealous...!" she yelled at him, he was still red in anger, "Don't you know you have the most jealous man as your husband?" he snorted at her, she clenched his collar, how could she forget that she had the most possessive and jealous man as her husband?

We smiled at each other when someone stupid interrupted once more… “Hey! What are you guys doing?! Stop that shit! Jay just do your job!” He’s like a dog who never stops barking. What is this? My fake husband is jealous? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL Thank you so much!

“Did your best friend get possessed or something?” I saw him grin before giving me a playful wink. Great. What did he tell this man now? “Do not look at other men. Focus your attention only on me, wife.” My face instantly warmed at his words. I swallowed hard because I could see the jealousy in his eyes. Why are you even jealous? And what did that man say to you? “He is possessive of whatever he owns.” I remembered Rafayel telling me those exact words before. Okay, relax Gerry. You studied this long ago. You know how to handle a man’s possessiveness.

“Let me kiss the fictional husband. Just once.” His jaw tightened. “Until we’re divorced, you can’t fool around. You are mine, Mrs. Salvatore.” I tilted my head. “You’re starting to sound like the possessive alpha in my book. You’re real. You talk. You’re broody…” “You can’t even control your alcohol,” he snapped. “How dare you let another man touch you?” I grinned. “Are you jealous?” “Was it to spite me? Or do you genuinely want other men?”

I said with a bit of annoyance in my voice. "Oh my god, Greval. Are you jealous?" "Yes," I said firmly. There is no point of denying that. Hell. I love her so fucking much and it is normal for me to feel jealous, right? And I have the right to feel this. I am her husband! We are married. She is pregnant with my child! She is mine. "Why are you even jealous? I am your wife. We are not teenager, Greval," she said in a soft tone, caressing my arm.

For a brief moment, my pain disappeared as I looked at him, seeing this hard man in a softer light. “I already have business arrangements. I don’t need another. I’m not the judgmental type, but I’m possessive and jealous and territorial. A man looks at my wife, he’s going to lose his eyes. He tries to touch my wife, he’s going to lose his hand. If she left the house without her ring, I’d bring it to her—and then I’d make sure she never forgot it again.” He said it with a tone of anger, like he didn’t realize how romantic he was.