Jealousy Romance Books Novels & Stories

Jealousy surged within me, an uncontrollable fire threatening to consume my senses. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I watched them, my mind inundated with irrational thoughts. I wanted to storm into that restaurant, to pull Lyza away from that man and claim her as my own. It pained me to see her with another, even though we had not yet established a formal relationship. The possessiveness within me reared its ugly head, a primal instinct that yearned to mark her as mine. In the depths of my jealousy, I found myself engaging in a heated conversation with myself, my voice tinged with possessiveness and longing.

Over the past few days, no matter how busy he was, he did not forget to read the book his assistant Jordan bought for him. The book was titled, " Understanding More about love." The things he didn't understand, Jordan was there to explain to him. It's there he learnt that jealousy is a sign of love. Only someone who loves you will feel uncomfortable when he sees you around people of the opposite gender. According to her words, she didn't seem okay with him being close with Regina. Who would have thought that Regina's appearance would make him realise that the little woman has feelings for him. He smiled, happy at the revelation.

Perhaps long-term lovers… Out of nowhere, unbidden feelings engulfed Angelina. Feelings of dejectedness, gloom and…jealousy. Yes, she just had to admit it. Contract marriage or no contract marriage, she felt jealous, very, very jealous to learn that her husband was having a secret affair. An affair with another woman. Another woman he was touching with those skilled, erotic hands and kissing with those magical lips…

She's an avid reader of love stories and had a large collection of that in her room. "Stupid! How can he not see that he's being taken advantage of?" Jade angrily yelled as she put down the book in her hands and took off her glasses. She had been reading this book for three days, and what she only got was a belly full of anger. The story is about the common plot line of the popular handsome rich guy falling in love with a lower class poor girl. That's not the reason why she is getting angry. Her reason is rather simple. It was obvious how the female lead was only after the male lead’s money, but the male lead turned a blind eye in the name of love. Such absurdity!

And with that she slammed the cottage door behind her, leaving me alone with my fury. When my anger burnt itself out, I sighed and flicked forlornly through the pages of the book, not genuinely reading, so much as pointing my eyes in the direction of the pages and pondering my lover's cruelty. I stopped. I recognised a page: an illustrated pentagram bordered with carefully inked incantations. And I let my jealousy and secret lust make a poor judgement for me. ***

Even more, he had to return when the time came. Once he was out of the library and in his car, he finally rummaged through them. There were a couple of romance novels, building repairs, and the biography of Professor Mozart. The one he thought was a self-help book was a romance novel. He looked at the autobiography of the professor. Just seeing the smug smile on that bastard's face made him angry. All these years, this man has manipulated the universe into thinking he was a saint. It made Jalefel sick to his stomach. He tossed the book on the backseat, wishing it would be buried underneath trash. Sadly, he kept his work vehicle immaculate. So, it would sit there unopened. He picked up one of

“Jealous now? You don’t own me just because my brother asked you to watch me. Maybe I like dancing close with guys who actually touch me instead of just staring.” Jax’s eyes flashed. He stepped even closer until I could feel the heat coming off his chest. “You want to be touched? Is that it, Raven? You walk around my apartment in tiny clothes, bend over so I see that wet pussy print on your panties, then go out looking for hands on your ass?”

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The butler remained expressionless, "Our young lady said if you come again, we'll call the police." Nathan's smile froze on his face. He looked up at my bedroom window in disbelief, as if asking why. I stood behind the curtain, watching the scene coldly. Once, I had loved him with all my heart, yet he had tossed me aside like trash. Now, I felt nothing but disgust and hatred for him. James and Nathan—one my former brother, the other my former fiancé—had once been the most important people in my life. Now they were like two drowned rats, ruthlessly turned away at my door.

His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.