Romance Books With Jealousy Novels & Stories

she said with contempt, her face flushed with anger. The rage of jealousy is so strong that it compels one to do anything foolish. Miguel de Cervantes.

The realization that she was not the one experiencing those stolen kisses, whispered promises, and passionate embraces left her heart shattered into countless fragments. But amidst the pain, a seething anger simmered within her. It was an anger borne out of jealousy and possessiveness, fueling her thoughts with bitterness. How dare his wife have him all to herself? How dare they embark on a romantic journey while she was left behind, yearning for his touch? The injustice of it all was unbearable!

Even more, he had to return when the time came. Once he was out of the library and in his car, he finally rummaged through them. There were a couple of romance novels, building repairs, and the biography of Professor Mozart. The one he thought was a self-help book was a romance novel. He looked at the autobiography of the professor. Just seeing the smug smile on that bastard's face made him angry. All these years, this man has manipulated the universe into thinking he was a saint. It made Jalefel sick to his stomach. He tossed the book on the backseat, wishing it would be buried underneath trash. Sadly, he kept his work vehicle immaculate. So, it would sit there unopened. He picked up one of

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I heard Dante laugh and a deadly possessive growl worked its way up to my chest but I checked it in time and let my legs take me towards the direction of the laughing voices. A tide of jealousy surged in my chest when I saw Dante pinned by another handsome Beta wolf on a motorcycle and the two of them fraternizing with each other. He was MY MATE. Grrrrr. “C’mon, Dante,” the other dude, Chester laughed as he pressed himself further against the writhing wolf under him so that the latter did not escape. I could feel my stomach tangle in enough knots to make a twisted pretzel as jealousy was starting to graduate into hate for the unknown, charming stranger.

And then she had gone to lunch with my uncle at one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. The anger that moved through me was immediate and hot and I recognized, somewhere underneath it, that it was not the simple clean anger of a man whose wife had lied to him. It was more complicated than that and the complication was the thing making it burn hotter. It was jealousy. Real, genuine, completely inconvenient jealousy — the kind that told you something you hadn't wanted to know about yourself, because you could only be jealous of something you wanted, and I had spent two years telling myself and everyone else that I did not want my own wife.

Once in my suite, I threw the book on the bed and ran my hands through my hair. Did I just get jealous over a fictional character? I knew I was still confused about my feelings for Lisa, but when she mentioned the name Alfred, it was clear I felt jealous. Alessio DeLuca is having jealous episodes? This is new, and it’s definitely not normal. Lisa drives me crazy every single day. I do inexplicable things when I'm with her. Just what the hell did she do to me that night we had sex? Exhaling deeply, I picked up the book I had thrown on the bed. I hadn’t read through a whole chapter when I tossed it aside. He wasn't even an interesting character, or maybe I just didn't want to find him interest

Not with him. They looked too comfortable. The laugh came again, light, almost grateful, and something inside me went taut. My hands trembled against my sides. My wolf surged, pressing against my ribs, demanding, restless. MINE. The word wasn’t thought. It was instinct, cutting deep, branding itself into the marrow. Jealousy poured through me like poison. It hollowed my chest, made it hard to breathe. But why!? Why would I be jealous if Riven laughs with another guy?

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Perhaps long-term lovers… Out of nowhere, unbidden feelings engulfed Angelina. Feelings of dejectedness, gloom and…jealousy. Yes, she just had to admit it. Contract marriage or no contract marriage, she felt jealous, very, very jealous to learn that her husband was having a secret affair. An affair with another woman. Another woman he was touching with those skilled, erotic hands and kissing with those magical lips…