Novel & Cerita Jealousy Romance Books

“He’s doing well in London. He thinks I’m traveling the world with a man I love.” Julian’s eyes darkened. He traced the line of my jaw with his thumb, his touch firm. “And are you?” “I’m traveling the world,” I whispered. “That wasn’t the question.” He gripped the back of my neck, forcing me to look at him. He didn’t want my gratitude. He wanted the truth. He wanted the soul he had bought. I leaned in, my lips brushing against his. “I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, Julian. I’m the girl who stole from the devil and realized she liked the fire.”

But no matter how hard I try, my mind stubbornly refuses to cooperate. Instead, it spins with questions. Who was Jack’s first mate? What did she look like? Did she reject him? Or did he reject her? And more importantly… where is she now? Is she still alive… Or dead? But most of all—why did he accept her rejection when he refuses to accept mine? Did he love her? A sharp pang tightens in my chest, something bitter, ugly, and unwanted churning in my stomach. Jealousy. I scowl at the very thought, gripping the book so tightly my knuckles turn white before I hurl it across the cage with a frustrated growl. The hardcover slams against the metal bars with a sharp thud before falling to the floor.

The guests nearby leaned closer, drinking it in like champagne. Elena crossed her arms and huffed, turning her face away from him with perfect disdain. “If anyone should be embarrassed tonight, it’s me. My fiancé, the mighty Roman Thorne, couldn’t control himself for five minutes without looking like he was...” she paused, eyes narrowing as if the word itself was poison, “...jealous.” Roman faltered. The fire in him flickered, confusion threading through his fury. Jealous. Was that what this was? For years, he had watched women throw themselves at him and felt nothing.

It's the only time Kier and everyone else will be too occupied to see me sneak into Renae's room to ransack it for answers. My fingers flip through the page of a dark romance novel. Something about quadruplets and one woman. It is obscene. The naughtiest thing I've read and my cheeks heat up with every page I flip, my core tightening. I do not think any of these things remotely possible, but I should like to take note. You know, just to know. Not that I have any plans of...

His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt. "I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope. "Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty. Read the book in next chapter.

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And that could help keep the reputation of his company. “If what Mr. Antonio said is God’s truth, then doesn’t that mean that Miss Jasmine isn’t worthy of being here?” One man roared “It’s true. Why is that woman still here?” Another replied. “First she steals a perfume formula and now she’s trying to steal another woman’s man?” “Isn’t everyone in River City aware that Miss Flora is Mr. Antonio’s acknowledged girlfriend?” “Then what does that make Miss Jasmine?” “A mistress, obviously.” “No wonder Mr. Antonio rushed to protect Miss Flora.”

"He’s the strongest of them all. And the most handsome.” “I’d still let him do whatever he likes with me—” I clench my teeth as Jealousy flares sharp and ugly in my chest, catching me off guard. Not desire—never that. Something darker. Something possessive. The idea of them whispering about him, imagining him, claiming him in fantasies— It makes my skin itch. I hate myself for it. I don’t know this man. I don’t care about this man. I don’t fall for names whispered in gossip circles like some foolish girl with stars in her eyes.

Jealousy Sparks – Tension rises – A misinterpreted interaction creates friction and unresolved desire. 91. Heartfelt Apology – Emotional reconciliation – They resolve jealousy with honesty, deepening love and trust. 92. Steamy Movie Night – Close contact – Movie watching turns into whispered caresses, hand-holding, and intimate touches. 93. Library Study Marathon – Forbidden glances – Extended study session increases sexual tension and emotional closeness. 94. Rainy Night Walk 2.0 – Passionate embrace – Another rain walk leads to body heat, lingering kisses, and stolen touches. 95. Dorm Room Storm 2.0 – Unstoppable passion – A storm outside mirrors the storm inside as desire takes over compl

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.