Jealous Possessive Romance Books Novels & Stories

The embers from the cigarette flames flickered and crackled each time I took a long drag accompanied by a long gulp of a bottle that was half way already. I sat on the edge of my seat, my elbows on my knees and a steady burn radiating in my chest. What should I be feeling this way, I shouldn't be Jealous of this woman as a matter of fact in a way I wasn't Jealous right? What I felt was this type of Possessiveness. Deep down I felt the need to own her while not committing on my end. I heard the back door slam shut but didn’t look up. I didn’t feel the need as I knew who was coming already as I had a hint of his cologne—Marcus.

"I hated it. I found the girl nice, and she barely got close to you. But even so, when I thought she had already kissed you... that she had already touched you, I wanted to tear those hairs out of her!" "You got jealous," he smiled, convinced, moving closer to her. "You're mine, baby! I can't stand the idea of anyone doing to you what you do with me. I suffocate just thinking about you doing with another woman what you do with me," she said, panting, touching his chest. "No one does that with me, Kath," he affirmed, taking one of her hands and placing it on his fully erect penis inside his dress pants. It was very exciting to see her jealous like that. This kind of possessiveness was very we

“Jealous?” “What? Of course not!” I exclaimed. “Why would I have a problem with that? It’s just… preference.” “It’s called being possessive,” he corrected me. “That’s what mates are with each other. That’s why you have a problem. It’s flattering.” “Flattering?” I asked in disbelief, noticing the satisfied smile on his face, which annoyed me. “Or maybe it’s because every time we’re together from now on, who’s to say you won’t start comparing me to the many she-wolves you’ve been with? Or sneak out to be with one of them?”

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Kaelen swallowed. Gluttony growled, actually growled, shadowy purple energy coiling around his shoulders. “He goes with me.” “With us,” Lucifer corrected sharply. Gluttony bared teeth. “With. Me.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Jealousy is unbecoming.” “It’s not jealousy,” Gluttony hissed, pulling Kaelen closer, “it’s possession.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Not interested Gluttony, fuck I have my Amor Meus, fucking asshole."

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

Karen’s blabbering was never ending. “I will, thank you,” I cut her off. “How much for this?” “It’s on me,” Karen wiggled her brows mischievously. After thanking her, I made my way out of the bookstore without bidding goodbye to Ace. He was too occupied to notice me, anyway. Jealous much? I’m not jealous. He’s not there for me, anyway. He said he needs to read some books right. Ugh, I hate feeling jealous and possessive of him. I don’t want him. I kept repeating these words like a mantra in my head.

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