Romance Books With Jealousy Novels & Stories

“You forget, sister, betrayal requires a promise first. He never promised you anything. If anything, the second that the council brought her in, he agreed that she was to be his wife. He didn't even fight for your sake.” “Don’t start,” I warned. “Oh, I’ll start.” Lorenzo pushed off the wall, circling the desk. “You’ve been pacing over that man for months, moving pieces like it’s a war. But it isn’t strategy anymore, Annalise. It’s jealousy. And you’re terrible at hiding it. And unfortunately, it is going to end up eating you alive, sister.” “Jealousy is for children,” I snapped. “And the last thing that I would do is consider myself a child. A child would not endure what I have for years.”

I saw in the direction where Alisia went,clutching tight my hand on the stearing wheel. "Just wait and watch Alisia. What I will do with you...!!!" I said to myself. Igniting the car engine I went to KNIGHT MANSION calling off the wretched night. A/P "Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy - in fact, they are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other."

Chapter 2 Lena’s POV “What the hell do you mean by leverage?” I demanded, my voice cracking with fury as I glared up at Rafael. My heart hammered against my ribs and I could still feel the touch of his fingers on my cheek from earlier. My pussy was still slick from that stupid unwanted reaction, thighs sticky under my wrinkled skirt. I hated how my body kept betraying me around him, nipples tight and aching, a low throb pulsing between my legs every time he spoke.

“When will you stop all this play and revenge game you are playing with Serena? I don’t like the way you act together… and the smugness on her face.” Her tone was filled with jealousy. Possessiveness. A claim. Jayden chuckled softly, the same warm sound that once made my heart flutter. “Are you jealous, love?” he asked gently, his fingers playing with her hair. Love. The word echoed inside my skull like a cruel joke. “Yes, I am,” she replied, lifting her head to look at him. “Or am I not allowed to be jealous when my love, my man, is with another woman?” My chest tightened painfully. My man.

In that moment, surrounded by Cecily's gaze from every angle, I felt a deep connection to Ruine's past, a deep understanding of the man behind the mystery. I wandered through the room, my heart ached at the sight of those pictures. A wave of jealousy unexpectedly washed over me, a pang of envy directed at the deceased Cecily. In that moment, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment towards her, realizing that her lingering presence was the barrier between Ruine and the reciprocation of my own feelings. The room, once a sanctuary of memories, now felt like a battleground of emotions, where love and loss intertwined, leaving me grappling with conflicting sentiments of longing and jealou

“If I did, you wouldn’t be shaking.” She hated that he noticed. Hated that he was right. “Then why does it feel like I’m losing control every time you’re near me?” she asked. His hand lifted slowly, giving her time to stop him. She didn’t. His knuckles brushed her jaw, feather light, almost not there. “Because you want to.” Her breath hitched. “You say that like it’s a crime.” “In my world,” he said, thumb tracing the line of her chin, “wanting the wrong thing is the most dangerous thing you can do.”

I'd gladly shoot the ones who'll tell her otherwise. I busied myself by answering some emails as I sit on the couch in the Great Room, trying my best not to bother the people going back and forth to decorate. It was coming to life now, the wedding. Several flowers and lace and lights. I should feel sick to my stomach now, knowing that in less than three days, I'd be a married man, be Boss of two business, and have Mari as my wife, have her enemies as mine, and mine as hers. It wasn't scary though. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that this marriage is real. Somewhere deep inside the rubble of distrust and hate, bad history and vendettas, Mari and I have something real. Sure we might

Clara's possessive gesture, followed by an intimate kiss, seared into her memory, fueling a surge of jealousy and pain. Her hands clenched instinctively, nails digging into her palms as she fought to suppress the anguish that threatened to overwhelm her. The conflicting emotions of desire and betrayal waged a battle within her, leaving her torn between the longing she felt for Sebastian and the knowledge that Clara was a formidable obstacle to their connection.

" Jacob sighs in relief when she leaves for her room. "Flirting with some other girl rather than Rosalia is disgusting! I should take off my fake smile." Her insides and outsides are burning. Admit it or not, she is jealous, but how could he? She can't believe this! She controls her anger with difficulty because she has no way to show it. "Just act cool, Rosalia." "Rosalia, is something burning?" "I didn't put anything on the stove; what should burn?" "I'm getting the smell of something burning." "Nothing is burning; it's you who's trying to burn me." "Your heart is burning out of jealousy." "Shut up, you liar! Why did you lie to her?"

"You're jealous? Possessive? Angry that I might have touched someone else the way I touched you last night?" "Yes!" The admission burst out of her. "Yes, I'm jealous. Yes, I hate the thought of you with anyone else. Yes, I want to scratch the eyes out of every woman who looks at you like Catalina did. And I know I have no right to feel that way, but I can't help it." Dante's expression shifted—surprise giving way to something darker, more primal. "You have every right." "The contract…"