Romance Novels With Jealous Possessive Heroes Novels & Stories

And everyone wants to be their soulmate. They don't know I'm in love And breaking the curse comes at a cost. The only option is to put it up for auction. Where rich werewolves buy virgins like me. I don't want to go home with anyone. But it turns out that my two of my up-and-coming boyfriends aren't just cool. One of them is a werewolf and one is a vampire.

Jealousy surged within me, an uncontrollable fire threatening to consume my senses. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I watched them, my mind inundated with irrational thoughts. I wanted to storm into that restaurant, to pull Lyza away from that man and claim her as my own. It pained me to see her with another, even though we had not yet established a formal relationship. The possessiveness within me reared its ugly head, a primal instinct that yearned to mark her as mine. In the depths of my jealousy, I found myself engaging in a heated conversation with myself, my voice tinged with possessiveness and longing.

I glared at the duo as I started walking towards them while my emotions collided within me, creating a storm of hurt and insecurity. He’s mine! And mine alone!! The raging storm inside of me told me to do one thing as my blood began to boil. I’m going to kill that woman! Author’s bullshit I don’t think I need to point out how possessive Jenny is, lol

Richard protested immediately after she dropped her statement. "I can't remember loving you, I think I was confused the day I asked you out and I am only realizing now that it was all a mistake," he stopped his lips when she was about to take a sip of her drink as her wine spilled on her blue gown. Rebecca's heart shattered at Richard's statement as she saw the lack of remorse in his eyes. He was her pride and almost all her friends had known that she was dating the perfect Richard Robertson, who is the owner of the famous SBE wine corporation. If they get separated her dreams will be shattered. She hesitated, pondering if they had run into any conflict in the past or recently but there was

Oh. "There's no need to be jealous," I assured him. "I'm not jealous," he said smirking. " Jealous is when you want something someone else has." "Then what are you?" I asked. "Possessive," he answered. "I want what's already mine." My mouth went dry hearing this. Damn, that shouldn't have been as sexy as it was. I finally found my voice. "I'm not a possession," I said shakily. He smiled. "Not yet. You'll come to be mine the same way I am already yours."

“Is that a threat or a promise?” “Maybe a little of both.” The thought of someone else trying to take her away is something I’d never imagined. Now it's in my head. And it's making me mad. Is it jealousy? I don't know. But whoever lays a hand on my Desiree will lose the hand. “You’re the possessive type, aren’t you?” Desiree asks. “I suppose I am,” I admit. “When it comes to you, I find I don’t want to share.”

"My handsome Don is jealous." "I'm not jealous. Jealous is driven by what you couldn't have, possessive is protecting what you have. There's a difference. So, no, little actress. Jealous is not the word to describe what I feel. Because this handsomeness Don of yours is possessive of you." His hand caressing her cheek, his lips just an inch away. He was about to kiss her again, his phone rang. "Answer it." He shook his head. "No, I don't want to."

"Now go write your dark, possessive heroes. Make them hot and dangerous enough to earn that redemption arc." I laughed. "That's not how it works." "It's exactly how it works. Romance novel 101. A boy does bad things, the boy suffers, the boy grovels and the girl takes him back." She winked. "Easy." I watched her walk away, her bright hair bouncing, her laughter trailing behind her like confetti. The boy does bad things, suffers and grovels to the girl. Victor didn't strike me as the groveling type.

The notion of taking her woman card, the luscious juice between her thighs, her lusty breathing, her seductive cry, and the purity of that moment made everything about it ideal. Fucking more of her was what I desired. I desired something good, was that bad? Was it her being out of my reach that caused it? Either way Rena was perfect. I began to realize that I was becoming increasingly possessive of her and that I might even be obsessed with her. I had not felt this way in a very long time. She was unique, no doubt about it. Rena was exceptional in her own right and not just because she was royalty. Walking over to me she starts pulling my at my shorts. Gripping at her hand I immediately push

I asked, “Where are you taking me?” The lock turned in place and had my heart jolting. And even though I was already fearing the answer, it still had me panicking. “Where it all started,” Dante said, meeting my gaze. “Where else, little sister?” ____ A. Gupta Please comment and press the pretty gems!! I always write possessive dark heroes who can't let anyone touch their women, but this is my first MMMF DARK ROMANCE, hope you all are loving it!!