Novel & Cerita Romance Books With Jealousy

She wanted me to take off my jacket, looks like she hate me, but hell yell, the jacket sure do looked inappropriate. "Number one, you can go in." She continued and walked away. Looked like I wasn't the only one that hate her, she seem to hate me too. Telling me to take off the jacket is the worst thing she could do to me right now. She must want me to fail the interview. Damn, I hate how she look down on me. 'Fuck' I just wanted to beat her up already.

He added and just in, Bernard's message arrived and I opened it, though butterflies in my tummy just burned in jealousy. Jelousy, Raphaela? Did you even know the meaning of that word? I sighed in unknown reason. I admitted it. I was jealous which I didn't fully understand. I didn't have to, right? It's just that, I couldn't help it. I was starting to adore Royal but the fate insisted I shouldn't 'cause Royal had a girlfriend. I didn't want to be the antagonist of their love story and I didn't want to be the third party. "Yes, babe." I heard Royal said and chuckled a little lower.

They were not coming down. After much more cliché conversations with other people it was now time for our dance. Dan and Alice had still not come down. I began feeling so jealous. So jealous it made me upset. Why the hell would Yoké go up to Alice’s room? And the way he but her cheek before they left? I pray I don’t find him alone anywhere or else I would really kill him. I felt like storming right up to her room and barging in and beating the hell out of Yoké. It was all his fault. If something does happen between Alice and him then I’d never forgive him. I swear.

I squeeze his hand. ‘Easy, baby. I’m okay. Don’t give them what they want.’ I mind-link him, not taking my eyes on the rude man in front of us. “And what would you do in either case, Sir? Deny me entrance or speak even more vulgarly about my looks? Jealousy is a dangerous emotion for all, but especially for a lonesome elderly male who wishes he was so lucky to have a loving, beautiful mate at his side.” How I know this is a mystery for me, but I do. I know my words are true, and I know he is jealous of Elijah. Not because my handsome man is an Alpha, because he already has power, but because he has me. A mate. Someone he can love and woo, and someone who loves him in return.

A familiar uncomfortable heat was building in her stomach and she bit her lip. "Not now please, wait a bit." His forehead almost touched his knees as he leaned forward. I was going into heat again. He was already panting. She did not want it to happen again, her jealousy was extremely exhausting, painful and so often it had deprived her of almost all her energy because in those three days that she was locked up she could barely take care of herself. He squeezed his eyes tightly hoping for a miracle that would stop the advance of his zeal but it only made it worse.

“Yeah, the way that question four is written is confusing. What do you mean you add wolfsbane to the sleeping potion…” I let her trail off, half listening as I looked back across the cafeteria. Kairos had somehow procured a blonde woman to sit on his lap in the five minutes I’d taken my eyes off of him. She was running her long, pink nails down his chest. He looked bored. Yet somehow, the flames within me started to burn hotter deep within my chest. Is this… jealousy? I balked. Over fucking Kairos? You tell me, my wolf quipped in response. I ignored her because I knew she was right. This was jealousy. I scowled to myself and looked back into my sandwich.

All I cared about was the rhythm and the heat and the sound she made when I pressed my palm to the small of her back and pulled her harder onto me. She reached back and grabbed my wrist and held on. Her nails bit my skin. I bent to her ear. “No more dates.” “Then don’t leave me,” she said, the words shaking. “Deal,” I said, thrusting faster and harder into her. It hit her fast. It usually does when she’s been angry. She went rigid and then loose. Her mouth opened on a silent cry and she writhed under my hands. I kept going. I pushed through it and took her up again because jealousy is not a steady fuel; you use it and then you come down clean. She said my name. She said it like a plea and a

I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone aside. “He sure has a lot of girl fans,” I muttered to myself, lying back on my bed. Even though I trusted Ezekiel, the insecurity still lingered. I closed my eyes and tried to push the comments out of my mind, focusing instead on the memory of his arms around me yesterday. That felt a lot better. Ugh! So as I thought No matter how hard I tried to focus on the sweet memories, the silly jealousy still lingered like a stubborn shadow. I couldn’t shake it.

she had tears in her eyes, "I need you to marry me and you would." "What if I say No?" She said, "You have no choice." I looked up at Zachary, "Give her the annexure." To be continued….. The journey from hatred to love. They have a long journey to pass. If you like this book. Please add this to your libraries. Tune in for more updates Till the next time With love Purva Narang (Your Author)

Fervour burned my cheeks. I jerked my gaze away from him and settled on the enormous lake of dark green forest laid before my window, taking in long, deep desperate breaths to cool down before he noticed it. Damn it! My useless hormones! “One last chance, Juliette.” I ignored the warning in that sexy, low growl and squeezed my eyes close to coax myself to sleep. How could I tell him what was wrong with me? What I had felt back at the restaurant? It was jealousy—the purest admission of something powerful and scary that would drive a wedge between me and my legacy: I want more from Ralph—something beyond that contract he signed with my father.