Novel & Cerita Romance Novels With Jealous Possessive Heroes

“I want you to tell me what’s really going on instead of treating me like fragile glass you can just lock away.” A heavy silence fell. Then Damien closed the distance, heat radiating off his body as his shadow swallowed hers. “You want the truth?” His voice dropped low, rough. “There are people out there who don’t just want to scare you. They want leverage. Revenge. And the only thing stopping them from tearing you apart—piece by piece—is me.” Her chest rose and fell fast, pulse pounding in her ears. His words held danger, but something else too. Possession. “And us?” she whispered. “Is this still just an act? Or is there some other reason you’re holding on so tight?”

“Let me kiss the fictional husband. Just once.” His jaw tightened. “Until we’re divorced, you can’t fool around. You are mine, Mrs. Salvatore.” I tilted my head. “You’re starting to sound like the possessive alpha in my book. You’re real. You talk. You’re broody…” “You can’t even control your alcohol,” he snapped. “How dare you let another man touch you?” I grinned. “Are you jealous?” “Was it to spite me? Or do you genuinely want other men?”

he said, thumb tracing the line of her chin, “wanting the wrong thing is the most dangerous thing you can do.” “And you’re the wrong thing?” His eyes darkened. “I’m the thing that ruins women who think they can walk away.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. “You think I’m weak?” “No,” he said immediately. “I think you’re reckless.” His hand slid to her neck, not squeezing, just resting there. Warm. Heavy. Possessive. “And I think you like that I don’t treat you like glass.” She swallowed. “I like that you don’t lie to me.”

To own every part of me the way I was starting to own every part of her. I wanted to tease her. Wanted to poke that jealousy and see it flare. See her rage. Because Angel’s rage was intoxicating — feral and wild and dangerous and it always, always ended with her trying to prove she was the only one who mattered. “Guess,” I said against her breast. Her lips pressed together. Just slightly. But her fist in my hair tightened until I felt the pull in my scalp. The possessiveness coming off her body was almost tangible — a heat, a vibration, a warning.

“I pride myself as a controlled man, a man who has defeated lust. But when I first saw you, I almost took you right there in the woods. But you were injured and my protective instincts kicked in. I wanted to protect you. Keep you. Claim you.” He's stealing my breath, he's a thief, he's a murderer. He wants to kill me with all of this steamy confessions, this possessiveness. Everyone knows I'm a sucker for possessive men. “So you see, we're destined to be together, doll. I know it from the first time I saw you. And nothing's going to take you away from me. Absolutely nothing.” With that, he gives me a kiss. A long, breathtaking one that wracks up my senses. When he's done with me, I tingle al

“It’s terrifying. And hot. Mostly terrifying. But still… girl.” I flop onto the bed. “What do I do?” “Depends,” she says, climbing onto the bed beside me. “Do you want to survive this semester without getting blacklisted from every billionaire-owned estate in town—or do you want to play with fire and possibly burn your life down in the most delicious way?” I groan. “I hate your metaphors.” She nudges me. “Zara, look. He’s obsessed. He doesn’t text maids. He doesn’t look at maids. But you? He’s texting you during class like some pissed-off ex.”

“Marcella, do you understand what that means?” I sigh, already knowing where this is going. “Stephanie….” “I’ve always wanted to date one,” she cuts in, her eyes dreamy now. “Like… the possessiveness, the obsession, the way they don’t let anyone else touch what’s theirs…” She hugs herself slightly, smiling. “It’s exactly like the dark romance books I read.” I stare at her, completely unimpressed. “You need help,” I say and she laughs. “I’m serious! Imagine it… a guy who would burn the world for you? Who would kill for you?”

“I don’t get jealous, Elena.” “Then what was that?” she challenged, her heart racing. His gaze dropped briefly to her lips before snapping back to her eyes. “That was me reminding you that you’re mine.” The words sent a shiver down her spine. She wanted to argue, wanted to roll her eyes at his arrogance. But the truth was, some part of her thrilled at his possessiveness, at the intensity that no other man — not even Kelvin Carter — had ever directed at her. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to stand tall. “You don’t get to tell me who I can admire.”

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.

One of his hands slipped under my top, warm palm gliding over my waist, then higher. “I don’t like other men checking on you,” he murmured against my neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along my skin. “I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do. You’re driving me crazy, Zara.” The possessiveness in his voice sent a thrill through me. I arched into him, pulling him closer. “Then don’t fight it,” I breathed. “I like when you get jealous. It makes me feel like I’m really yours.”