Jealous Possessive Romance Books Novels & Stories

"Were you jealous?" "To see you grinding your body against him? How his filthy hand roamed around what is mine to worship? Yes, I was jealous! My insides are bursting with jealousy that that guy touched and had what is mine to devour." He hissed, and she chuckled as she saw the possessiveness and adoration in his eyes.

Strength. Back in her room, she paced like a storm bottled behind her ribs. This was more than marriage. More than vengeance. This was a game of power and dominance, and she was already in too deep. But she would not break. Not for him. Not for anyone. She was Elana Romano. And if she had to dance with the devil, she’d do it in heels—and with a knife behind her back.

Vivian wrenched Becca’s head back, exposing her neck. “You see, I actually am a big shot vampire. Just like I was a big shot human. Some people, like me, are just better than people like you. We make better cheerleaders and better vampires. And way better girlfriends. So, yeah, I have won. I was always winning. What I want now is to make Scarlet Paine suffer.” “God!” Becca cried. “Are you really that petty and jealous? Scarlet doesn’t even like Blake anymore. She’s completely in love with someone else.”

' I howled in my head. Even my wolf felt jealous… I could feel a pang of jealousy surging through me as I made eye contact with the girl. She immediately bowed her head as she guessed I might have heard what she said. If my eyes could burn someone, with the look I gave her, her ashes would be seeped away by winds now. ‘What's wrong with me? Why am I being possessive over him? This is just a marriage without love. It's more like a contract to me, why am I feeling possessive if another woman wants him.’ I began to think normally again.

Kyle didn’t even push her away at first. The jealousy came in like fire behind my ribs. I hated that feeling. Hated how irrational it made me, how possessive. It wasn’t even about the kiss anymore—it was the fact that someone touched what I hadn’t even properly claimed yet. I shook my head, trying to push it aside. There was no point in getting worked up over it. Kyle had already apologized. Said it was nothing. But still… I sank into one of the chairs and grabbed a book at random. Opened to a chapter. Started reading.

The realization hits harder than it should, a pull in my chest I can’t ignore, even as I gun the throttle and tear down the empty streets toward her scent. I’m Tyler Grayson, future alpha of the Crescent Pack, and I’m supposed to have this under control. Find the lost wolf, bring her back—that’s what the elders said. They didn’t mention she’d be a shy girl with hazel eyes that see too much, or that her scent would wake something in me I can’t tame. I didn’t plan on feeling this… protective. But that howl, the way it cut through the night like a blade—it’s not just a warning. It’s a hunt, and Vivian’s the prey.

I mumbled. She sighed with mock impatience. "Owen, you have to be the most oblivious person I've ever met." "What? I'm just trying to make sure you—" "Yes," she interrupted. "Yes, I'm sure, yes I want you, yes I might be hopped up on adrenaline from being terrified. And yes, I might've just moved out of a bad roommate situation and am still piecing my life together and yes, I'm a gigantic mess, but right now, I really, really just want to fuck you."

“A little. You’re jealous. Over a lesbian, Renzo.” His mouth twisted, not in humor, but in a dark promise, low and lethal. “I wasn’t joking. No one touches what’s mine. Not even those who cannot give me competition.” My smile widened, fascinated instead of afraid. Aroused even. “Possessive. Dangerous. You’re exactly my type.” I told him with a wink. Don’t save me, I don’t wanna be saved.😝

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Something primal. “I was just being polite,” she said, though her voice wavered slightly. Dante wasn’t looking for reassurances. He wasn’t the type to share his insecurities. But this—this felt different. His jealousy was no longer just an undercurrent. It was an obsession, a force that was beginning to spill over into everything. Dante stepped closer, his gaze never leaving hers. “You’re mine, Izzy,” he said, his words barely a whisper but laced with raw possessiveness. “And I won’t let anyone take what’s mine.”