Quotes Jealous

Ava and her twin brother, Aiden, have endured years of cruelty under the care of their bitter Uncle Peter and his jealous wife. But what they don’t know is that they aren’t omegas—Ava and Aiden are the lost children of an Alpha, stolen as infants, and left to be raised by another family after a failed kidnapping. On the night of the Moonlight Festival, Ava is heartbroken when Liam rejects her as his mate and chooses Riley, who’s pregnant with his child. Desperate to escape the pain, Ava spends a passionate night with a stranger she met at a nightclub. But when she returns home, she’s met with tragedy—Aiden is dead, and she’s blamed for his murder. Banished from her pack, Ava’s life is shattered. Just when things couldn’t get worse, Ava was run over by a hit and run driver, only to wake up in the arms of the Alpha King, Edward. After hearing her story, he offers her a deal—a one-year marriage for political reasons, during which he’ll help her uncover the truth about Aiden’s death. As Ava is crowned Luna Queen beside Edward, her uncle and his family, including Liam, her ex mate, is shocked by her unexpected transformation. Meanwhile, Ava learns she’s pregnant, but she doesn’t know whether Liam or Edward is the father. And things only get more complicated as Ava and Edward navigate their strained marriage, each hiding secrets from the other. But when the truth about Aiden’s death comes to light, it’s more devastating than Ava could have imagined. Will Ava get her revenge, find peace, and finally claim the love she deserves, or will her past tear her apart?

My twin sister, wanting to be with her thug boyfriend, secretly planned to apply for a junior college. When I could not talk her out of it, I told our parents and managed to stop her. However, just a month into the new semester, her thug boyfriend cheated on her. She left a suicide note, blaming it all on the long distance between them. She wrote that if she had gone to that junior college, her boyfriend would never have cheated. Grief‑stricken, my parents turned all their rage on me. "You wretched girl, this is all your fault for meddling! What business was it of yours which school your sister went to? Even if she didn't go to college, we could still support her. We didn't need your big mouth!" "If it weren't for your spiteful tongue, your sister wouldn't be dead!" "We were cursed to have a vicious, unfilial daughter like you!" They locked me in her room, ordering me to repent. Then they took her ashes on a trip, saying they wanted her to see the beautiful mountains and rivers she never got to visit in life. A month later, they returned from their travels to find me long dead, starved to a withered husk in front of my sister's photo. Their eyes held no grief, no guilt, only a faint, scornful curl of the lips. In their eyes, my death was nothing more than justice served. My broken soul saw their icy expressions, and despairing tears burned my eyes. Then my sister's familiar voice rang out again: "What business is it of yours which school I go to? You're just jealous that I have a boyfriend, aren't you?"

My husband, Cesare Ferrante, the most feared Don of the Ferrante family, had always hated children. Yet everything changed the moment my stepsister, Bianca Moretti, moved in next door with her six-month-old baby. Suddenly, my husband became obsessed with that child. He personally fed the baby formula, sang lullabies, and carried the baby everywhere he went. Every day, he came home exhausted at dawn, yet his face glowed with joy, as if that baby occupied his entire soul. I became invisible to him. Three days ago, someone forced my car off the road, and I crashed into the median. Blood streamed down my forehead, and my vision swam. I called Cesare 55 times. He did not answer a single call. Instead, he posted a photo of the baby on his social media. [My little angel smiled today!] I had had enough. Tonight at the family banquet, every member of the famiglia was seated around the table. I raised my final toast, then set down my glass. "I want a divorce." They all froze. "Are you insane?" My parents' voices rose in unison. Cesare grabbed my wrist, disbelief written across his face. "Giulia, you want to divorce me just because I was busy taking care of the baby and didn't answer your calls? You're actually jealous of a six-month-old child?" I did not meet his eyes. Instead, I stared at the glaring kiss mark behind his ear. "Since you love that child so much," I said calmly, "I'll make it easy for you. Go be that child's father."

Ramses Kane, the international playboy. Voted the Sexiest man alive as per People magazine for 7 years in a row. I've heard it all, seen it all. He and I have been 'together', for longer than I can even count. I am his main love interest. I got over the fact that if I want him in my life I have to share him. I learned that Ramses will never truly settle down. It would be with me if he did. So when he brings another woman into my bar, and introduces her as his girlfriend… I know something is awry. I have a terrible feeling about her. I know she has done something to Ramses, but he doesn't seem to notice. I am not a jealous woman, however, all I can feel is rage when I see Haven's face. I have been a Witch since birth. but attempt after attempt fails as I try to uncover the truth, and I realize that in order to save him, I have to do something forbidden by not only the Witches of the French Quarter, but The Ancestors... The ritual that I pulled power from, goes off without a hitch, but The Ancestors are beyond angry with me now. I had no idea the sheer consequences of my actions… Saving Ramses was worth the risk, but what is a Witch without her magic? The ritual to visit The Otherside is immensely dangerous, but I am determined to meet with The Ancestors and plead my case. I'm not sorry that I abused my powers to save Ramses. I plead my case but If I become one of them, I will never leave this place. Unfortunately, I dug my grave, now I have to lie in my coffin while they slam the lid shut.

Ophelia Lewis, a privileged young woman, had her world shattered when she lost her father in a tragic accident. With her stepmother and jealous stepsister, Samara, scheming against her, she is forced into an arranged marriage with Kent to secure her place as CEO of Lewis & Hale. However, betrayal strikes when she finds Kent and Samara in an intimate moment. Humiliated and cast out of her own company, Ophelia speeds away—only to fall victim to a rigged car accident orchestrated by Samara. She wakes up in a hospital, saved by strangers, only to discover she is pregnant. Determined to take back her life, Ophelia fakes her death, undergoes plastic surgery, and reinvents herself. Her plan? To infiltrate the business world, reclaim her company, and exact revenge. Her journey leads her to Aaron Donovan, a ruthless billionaire with a dark past. He hires Ophelia, unaware of her true identity. Their working relationship is a battlefield of clashing egos, yet undeniable chemistry ignites between them. As she rises in the corporate world, fate intervenes—Aaron’s company merges with Lewis & Hale, bringing Ophelia face-to-face with her enemies. As secrets unravel, Ophelia’s presence unsettles Samara, who senses familiarity but fails to uncover the truth—until she stumbles upon hospital records. A deadly game begins as Samara orchestrates the kidnapping of Ophelia’s son, Caleb. In a tense showdown, betrayal and bullets fly. Kent meets his end, and Ophelia finally puts an end to Samara’s reign of terror. Three months later, Aaron proposes, sealing their bond. As a final act of love, he gifts Ophelia ownership of Lewis & Hale—the company that was once stolen from her. With vengeance fulfilled and love found, Ophelia steps into a future she fought to reclaim.

When Heather first moved in with her Grandmother, after the loss of her parents, at the age of fourteen she thought she would live a quiet life. That all changed when she met the young Alphas of the Twin Moon pack. The strong attraction that they have towards each other can't be normal. She has been pulled into curses and family secrets. All while trying to navigate high school, boys, jealous mean girls and learning to understand her own desires in life and love. They weren't kidding when they said growing up isn't easy. Lucas POV I inhale deeply, taking in the mouth-watering scent of roasted walnuts. I have always liked her scent, but I could never place it. For some reason, it has become so strong there is no doubt what it is. I nuzzle into the side of her neck. “You are so beautiful, and I don't think I could ever get enough of you.” Reed starts placing kisses on the other side of her neck, as he says. “I agree, brother, she does smell divine and her body feels amazing under my touch. We should mark her as ours now. Can you smell how much she wants us too?” Heather POV I just want to get off this road and away from this feeling of being watched. As that thought goes through my head my car is hit from the side. I'm not sure what hit me but I'm pinned between the seat and all the airbags. I'm still trying to clear my fuzzy head when I hear what sounds like footsteps coming towards the car. I feel a sharp jab in the side of my neck. Before I back out I get the hint of a familiar scent.

I knew perfectly well that people from the Emirates do not eat pork. Yet this time, I watched in silence as my husband's childhood sweetheart insisted on placing a pork dish on the table. In fact, I even supported her decision. In my past life, when our company hosted a welcome banquet for powerful investors from the Emirates, she had been desperate to flaunt her cooking. Against all reason, she forced a pork dish onto the menu. I stopped her then. I explained that pork was forbidden by religious belief, and that offending the investors could cost us everything. If they withdrew their funding, the company's finances would collapse overnight. She took my warning as jealousy. In a fit of rage, she ran out of the banquet hall and was struck by a car, leaving her in a permanent vegetative state. I thought my husband would break down. Instead, he remained calm, stayed through the dinner, and secured the investment in surprisingly calmness. The truth revealed itself later. After the company went public, he brought me abroad under the guise of business, only to drag me onto a medical ship in international waters. As my kidney was cut from my body, I cried and asked him why. His answer came with a slap. "If you hadn't been jealous back then... If you hadn't tried to sabotage her, she wouldn't have ended up like that." I died in agony on the operating table. After my death, he used the money from selling my organs to cure his beloved childhood sweetheart, and the two of them went on to live rich, comfortable lives together. And then I opened my eyes again, back to the very day she decided to serve pork to the clients.

At the age of 25, Manik lost his parents in a tragic accident and forced to move with his step uncle’s family who treated him like their son. He was okay with it, after all he was getting a family after his parents. But problems arise when his step sister started to grow feelings for him and didn’t forget to prove and confess it to him in every possible occasion. He wanted to stop her but he himself had fallen for her harder before her. At the mere age of 16, Nandini met her step brother Manik who moved with them after his parents’ death. At the beginning, she was bothered about a unknow guy moving in with them but when she met him, her thoughts changed and something attracted her towards him more even when he ignored as if she didn’t exist. Still, it couldn’t stop her from falling for her brother. He is unbelievably hot, but there are so many things made him fall for him. Maybe the depth in his eyes or the way he looked at her often. When Nandini confessed her feelings to Manik, he started treating her worst with the fear and respect he had for her parents. Nandini will forget him and move on, if he didn’t reciprocate, that’s what he thought but his plan backfired when Nandini planned to make him jealous and her plan worked. “I should have realized earlier, the way his chocolate brown eyes stared at me, the way he hugged me a little longer than usual though pretended to be unintentionally, the way his eyes spoke thousand words louder than his lips that my step brother too was in love with me.” “I should not let her feelings grow. It's forbidden. Illicit!”

He stepped closer to me, his breath hot against my neck. “Say it Miss Taylor, and I will make you forget my brother ever existed.” His low husky voice vibrated through my core, my body shivered. The way his intimidating eyes burned into my soul, I knew he meant every word he said. He was yet to touch me, yet my legs wobbled under his mere gaze, my knees too weak to carry my body. That's when it dawned on me; Jaxon West was not a man, he was a walking seduction. Just a single glance from those eyes, and I could feel the wetness between my thighs. ** Ava Taylor has always been in love with her childhood best friend, Liam West, the charming, golden boy who could do no wrong. It was her secret, sadly he didn’t feel the same way for her. After a devastating break up, Ava hopes he could finally notice her. When he receives an invitation to his Ex’s engagement ceremony with his Cousin, he pleads with Ava to be his pretend girlfriend so as to make her jealous. But when she arrives at his Family’s old house, she meets his Magnetic older brother Jax, and things spiral out of control.  Finding her in his brother’s bed, Liam is jealous and realizes his own desire for Ava. Now the two brothers want her, and she must choose between them. But what if she can’t make a choice? What if she wants both of them? The sexy masculine cowboy and the football icon! Sounds like the beginning of a reverse harem. Note: This book contains mature/controversial content. It's not your regular romance book, it might just take a very dark turn! (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

When my husband, Austin Hart, and I participated in the earthquake disaster relief, he discovered the corpse of his first love, Stacy Deleon, in the collapse zone. That night, Austin left a suicide note behind before jumping off the building with our son, Clifford Hart, in order to reunite with Stacy in the afterlife. Only then did I realize that both Austin and Clifford never cared about me, to begin with. When I was reborn, I returned to the moment when Austin first asked for a divorce. This time, I agreed to the divorce immediately. I even gave the custody of the three-year-old Clifford to Austin right away. Five years later, we meet again at an auction. Austin laces fingers with Stacy while taking Clifford's hand with the other. He mocks me, "It's only been five years, Kendra. You're really that shameless now, huh? You can't wait to latch onto me again now that you've found out I'm here!" Clifford mocks me as well. "Mom… Wait, you should be Ms. Powell to me now. You should stop pestering my dad already. My parents and I are living a very happy life right now." I just ignore them. Instead, I grab my daughter, Faye Gilmore, who has been sneaking food off the table, and steer her back to our seats. But Austin flies into a fit of rage instantly. A vein pops out of his hand, which is still laced with Stacy's fingers. "You really are shameless, Kendra Powell! We've only been separated for five years, yet you already have a daughter that old? I can't believe you're willing to resort to such despicable methods just to make me jealous! Which bastard did you have that bastard child with, huh?"