Romance Books With Jealousy Novels & Stories

"Loved was forsaken, love is full of jealousy. Like a French Marigold, who was full of jealousy from its language." "I was kind to him, he was blind to see. He made a conspiracy, just to harm me." "Sibling Rivalry is what families fear. If I'm not mistaken..." While Lea and I both read the book, my eyes landed on the flower near a window. The beautiful white petals are so soothing to look at. It seems to look like a Gardenia flower.

"Oh, Daniel, I'm so sorry. That sounds awful." But as he started talking, his anger and frustration boiling over, I realized that there was more to his story. "You know what really gets me?" he said, his voice low and rough. "Jayla is dating someone else. It feels like she's moved on with her life, and I'm just stuck here, dealing with...with all this." My eyes narrowed, my temper flaring. "What do you mean you're upset that she's dating someone else?" I demanded. "Are you still in love with her? What the fuck, Daniel?"

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.” .»

"You two hate each other. Everyone knows you've been at war for twenty years." "Love and hate are two sides of the same coin," Dante said smoothly. "And Isabella and I have decided life is too short to waste on rivalry when there are so many more... interesting things to do together." The implication in his voice made heat crawl up my neck. "I don't believe you." She placed her hands on his chest. The gesture was intimate. "Dante, we need to talk. Privately." “No, you cannot,” I blurted before I could stop myself, my voice steeped in jealousy. An emotion I had no right to feel for a man I was only pretending to love.

Viaan peeked at the book, and in an instant, he knew it was from the romance genre with all the hearts around the illustrated couple figure on the cover page. As Kiara feathered her hands over the cover page again, Viaan zeroed his eyes on the book, trying to recall something. “It should be an offense to be jealous of these innocent babies, Mr. Adams.” He heard Kiara taunting playfully and came out of his thoughts. She was arranging the book when her eyes went to Viaan’s leaning figure reflecting on the glass of the bookshelves. A playful smirk adorned her face, recalling his behavior some days ago. It’s been some days since the man had complained to her about giving much time to her beloved

It hit the wall with a dull thud, completely unsatisfying. My chest heaved as I paced back and forth, my bare feet slapping against the cold floor. Heat crawled up my neck and spread across my face. Jealousy — ugly, vicious jealousy — twisted like a knife in my stomach. I couldn’t stop the vivid, unwanted pictures flooding my brain. Are they kissing right now? Is he touching her? Is she on her knees for him? Is he enjoying the way she moans his name?

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.

Another yelled, “The true one!” Vanessa lowered her head, eyes shining with fake humility. She clutched Damien’s hand. “And Isabella…” Damien looked down at me with such regret it almost looked real. “She struggled. Who wouldn’t? To watch the man you love stand beside his fated mate? I tried to be kind. I tried to give her time.” My nails bit into my palms. He continued, “But jealousy is a dangerous poison. And two nights ago, it spilled.” “Two nights?” I snapped. “You mean when your pet witch choked on her own act and fell down?”

He’s trying to buy the space in your heart that I’m struggling to keep. He’s trying to provoke you! I shouted, standing up to face him. Julian knows you’re territorial. He knows that if he sends something like this, you’ll spiral. Don't let him win! I am already spiraling! Xavier roared, slamming the book down on the table. He grabbed my waist, his hands like iron bands, and pulled me flush against his chest. His eyes were wild, dark with an obsessive jealousy that borderlined on madness. You are mine. Do you understand? I don't care if he finds every lost treasure of the Crestview family. He will never touch you. I will buy every rare book in this city and burn them before I let another man

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.