Jealous Possessive Romance Books Novels & Stories

And just as she turned to leave, I held her back. “I don’t have a girlfriend, cara. She was just a plus one to the la familia get-together. She’s in the Mafia too,” I explained, hoping she’d believe me because that was the truth. There would never be another woman except her. “Then she’s the perfect fit,” she smiled sarcastically but I could still smell the jealousy. Speaking of jealousy… “Has he touched you? That guy?” I asked with a scowl, my heart racing at the thought that that scumbag might have touched what was mine.

More difficult to separate from ordinary life. A somber feeling slowly washed over her. “You know…” she started to say. “It's not all about you, Alexander.” His eyes snapped to her, brows pulled together. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She stared back at him. Why was she suddenly feeling this way? Why was she affected by how casually he addressed everything? He had always been like this after all. But yesterday she thought she had seen a hint of something that might be jealousy in him. Her mind went back to the night after the gala.

“Vexia, this is my warning to you: I will not tolerate you even thinking about any other man.” I said in a sharp tone. I just realised that I am jealous; these feelings are so new to me. I can not share her with anyone… But why? What is this feeling of possessiveness? I will not let anyone take her from me. I leaned in close enough that my lips brushed her ear. “You belong to me, Vexia,” I whispered and bit her ear. “And the worst part is, I belong to you, too.” I didn't say it out loud.

he asked me for a date not knowing that am in love with an Alpha name lupus and I am in condemnation come at the cost of an auction . But I refused. I just didn't want to deal with it right now. Louis said he understood and that he won't try to force himself on me. After we exchanged numbers, I went home and rested until my alarm ringed to wake me up for work. I then arrived at the bar and greeted the owner and his wife. Then I took over the duty of preparing drinks and serving food for everyone. Soon enough my shift ended and I had a chance to relax. I ate dinner alone at the table in my apartment. Afterwards, I went into my bedroom and tried to relax myself by reading or playing some video

Oh. "There's no need to be jealous," I assured him. "I'm not jealous," he said smirking. " Jealous is when you want something someone else has." "Then what are you?" I asked. "Possessive," he answered. "I want what's already mine." My mouth went dry hearing this. Damn, that shouldn't have been as sexy as it was. I finally found my voice. "I'm not a possession," I said shakily. He smiled. "Not yet. You'll come to be mine the same way I am already yours."

Me: She is. Marcus: Goodnight, Sir Me: Goodnight. I set the phone down, regretting why she ever had to come to New York only for me to share her The jealousy is already stirring. Small. Quiet. But there. Tomorrow she'll be with him. Or Julian. Someone who isn't me. My jaw tightens. I don't want to share. The thought is ugly. Possessive. Everything I promised I wouldn't feel. But I feel it anyway. What if she likes them more? What if she leaves? What if I'm not enough?

I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling hot. “He asked you out.” He stated. I wanted to roll my eyes, I wanted to taunt him but I didn’t. “And so what? I’m a single beautiful women in her youth. What did you expect?” I retorted. That only seemed to aggravate him further. “You’re not single. You know it so don’t fucking test me.” I don’t bother trying to hide it. I rolled my eyes, scoffing at his jealousy. “Well, I am to him. To everyone in this company. I am single and so what? We don’t share a romantic or sexual relationship so why can’t I want to go out with him? I can and might just..”

“That fire? That want? That’s mine. Every part of you is mine, Evelara.” She whimpered softly, a sound that twisted my heart and inflamed my rage simultaneously. The want in her, the shiver of need, it fueled my possessiveness. I didn’t whisper sweetly, didn’t coax— I claimed, darkly, deliberately, in a way that left no room for doubt. I guided her to the bed with controlled force, never breaking contact. Every movement, every touch, screamed of jealousy, of desire, of ownership. I could feel her pulse hammering beneath my palm, her body yielding to the inevitability of me.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” “Maybe a little of both.” The thought of someone else trying to take her away is something I’d never imagined. Now it's in my head. And it's making me mad. Is it jealousy? I don't know. But whoever lays a hand on my Desiree will lose the hand. “You’re the possessive type, aren’t you?” Desiree asks. “I suppose I am,” I admit. “When it comes to you, I find I don’t want to share.”

He stilled, nostrils flaring. It hit him like a slap. Kalmin and Nuri. Their scent clung thick to the bedding, tangled with heat, lust, and something possessive that made Rian's stomach twist. The reminder of what he didn't have. What he might never have. He let out a low, frustrated snarl and shoved himself to the far side of the bed, ears flattening as he tried to shake off the scent, the jealousy, the raw ache gnawing at his chest. ‘He couldn’t even wash the damn pelts…’ His tail lashed behind him, fur bristling with irritation as he curled tight, muzzle resting against his paws.