Jealousy Romance Books Novels & Stories

He freed her teeth from his grip, watching the torrent of his blood fall on the antique Persian carpet, and she turned to him and faced him with a mouth swimming in his blood, jumping with anger, so he shouted: "Calm down, what on earth happened to you?" She passed her palm over her mouth, wiping away the traces of blood oozing with him too. “I don’t want to see you joust Damian, no, I don’t want, and I hate Larissa, I hate her so much and I’m jealous of her, I am jealous of all those centuries you spent together, I am jealous of the books I bought for her and the paintings I made for her.” .»

His eyes, his voice, his scent, his body — everything about him drives me insane… just like his fiancée does. Jealousy. Intense, burning, suffocating — vile, like a venomous snake coiling inside me. I never thought I could be this jealous! I’ve never felt anything like it before. When I see Nicole next to him, I can’t help but imagine what kind of death would suit her best. Should I tear her apart right there in the office, turning her into a bloody mess? Or throw her out the window without even opening it? Poison her, maybe? Or at least slip something laxative into her coffee? I can’t help these thoughts. Thank the Moon Goddess I can at least let them stay in my imagination.

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You might be wondering why such emotions stirred within me regarding my best friend's romantic encounter with her mate. The source of my jealousy stemmed from the fact that I had harbored romantic feelings for Professor Blake ever since I first laid eyes on him in the morning. My infatuation with him had commenced the very moment he assumed the role of our new history professor. He possessed an unparalleled handsomeness and exhibited perfection in every conceivable manner. I couldn't help but wish I were the one destined to be his mate, rather than Bella. It's worth noting that I already have a mate of my own, though he's currently residing abroad and doesn't quite possess the same level of

Her cognac-dyed eyes widened and her lips were parted from the sequel, unable to close again. What is this? Remy you rascal, what the fuck have you been reading? The first title that jumped up was that of a bright red-covered book with the words "Conversation Casanova" written over it in capitals. And that was the most decent title... or book. The other ones had titles that shall not be said with contents that shall not be mentioned. Is this... this is how he got Jasmine? No way. These... W*****d books were better than these. Ryder couldn't look away from the books on her laptop's screen, her lips twitching, reconsidering some decisions she had taken lately.

Feeling jealousy rise up like a wild stallion rearing it's ugly head. The two of them stare at each other speechless. If you enjoyed this chapter please leave a comment and vote for me by leaving gems. Thank you.

Who's just calling him too annoying. What did she know if he met the woman outside and took him to the motel. There they got indulge. Ugh! "They're just my friends. Why are you jealous because I can see it in your eyes? " It would annoy him. When I stoned him with the paper I picked up. But it just laughed. "In your Dream! I can't type you know, not the kind of woman you love! " Annoyance it said. It was as if the nerve in her brain would burst with annoyance.

I was a sucker for pretty faces. The only reason I agreed to date Isabelle was because she was passable-looking as partner material. It had only been a few days since junior year started when my roommate came over to me and awkwardly said, "Damian, I just spotted your girlfriend getting pretty close to that well-known broke pretty boy by the campus lake." I immediately rolled up my sleeves and rushed toward the lake. From a distance, I saw Isabelle standing very close to a slim young man. But the moment I got a good look at his face, I froze. "Damn! This guy was insanely handsome!" He was so good-looking that even I, as another guy, was jealous. Isabelle frowned and stepped in front of me.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

Damon and Luciana didn’t rush the things and enjoyed their newly started life. As time kept on passing Damon’s love for Luciana also kept on increasing. Even after her trying her best but the possessiveness he has for her was still there. He becomes jealous easily and in this condition of his, Luciana has to face either his sulking face or his aggressiveness. Last time he even kissed her in public just because one guy smiled at her. But Damon being Damon became jealous right away and just to show that she’s his he kissed the hell out of her.