Romance Novels With Jealous Possessive Heroes Novels & Stories

He should have known there would be some times when she would come and hang around them, both for personal and business reason. Had he mentioned it to Clara in advance then perhaps she would not react the way she did. He could tell there was a brief signs of jealousy in her eyes and it was rightfully so considering the state of their relationship. Raphael knew no women liked it when another woman tried to hang around him and get too close, it's the nature of women. He too, was a possessive man, he would never want anyone to hang around Clara like that. He would hate it if someone was to come and get too comfy with her. That was why he should have never let Jovanna near him to begin with.

“It’s good to know I have no competitor because I hate sharing what belongs to me. Rightfully” I know how possessive I sound now, but I can’t care less. My mate just informed me I’m all alone in the race to win her heart, body, and soul. I lick my lips, my vision getting filled with an intense cloud of lust that rakes my entire body. Fuck! ‘I guess…’ Oh, baby sugar. You’re mine to own, dominate, and feast on to my utmost pleasure. The innate desire for this daring woman has a thrilling shiver race down to my groin and I press my thighs together, loving every feel of it.

For a second, guilt punched through the jealousy. Because she was right. Every threat around her existed because of me. Still, possessiveness drowned everything else. “You don’t need him,” I said roughly. My hand slid slowly along her side, gripping her hip possessively. “You have me.” The air changed instantly. Tension exploded between us like gasoline catching fire. Elara’s breathing quickened. “So that’s what this is?” she whispered. “Jealousy?” I stared down at her. “No.” A pause. “Ownership.”

Yes," I say, My heart racing with anticipation. Roman's eyes flash with jealousy, Possessiveness burning in his gaze. "What if I did?" I add, Daring him to question me further. Roman's face darkens, Tension stretches between us. Roman's face turns red, furious and jealous, "How could you?" Roman demands. His voice raised, accusing, "You're mine," Roman growls. Possessiveness burning in his eyes, "I don't belong to anyone," I retort. My voice firm, standing up for myself. Roman's eyes burn with emotion, "Rose, please," Roman begs.

She clutched her chest in pain and fought against the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Why is this happening to me? This stabbing sensation. Her wolf was in torture. She could hear it howling painfully within her, wishing to reach out and rip that woman from her mate. She barely understood to the purpose of this new found possessiveness. She did not love him did she? She barely knows him! So why does it hurt so much to see him in her embrace, eyes lost in the beauty of her flawless glow. And she shall be forced to watch this torture all the time henceforth. My spirit would be broken to a thousand pieces from it. Her own best friend in the embrace of her fated mate.

He was trying to break me with his restraint, punishing me for the past by withholding what we both wanted. "You think you can play the submissive fiancée by day and come to my bed by night?" Dante rasped, his hand finally moving up my inner thigh, his knuckles brushing the sensitive skin with a slow, agonizing friction that made my core clench. "You belong to a Marchetti now, Julianna. Tell me why I shouldn't send you back to him right now." "Because you won't," I breathed, matching his glare. "Because you want me here."

Possessive, jealous, and a bit obsessive—how was it possible that such dark traits could actually seem attractive? I rested my hand on his chest and leaned on my toes. He lowered his head, helping me meet his lips. The kiss was hot, his tongue sliding into my mouth as if savoring me, and I welcomed it eagerly. The taste of him made my body heat up. His hand slid down to my ass, squeezing it possessively. I pulled back before things could get too heated. The low growl of displeasure he let out was almost animalistic, and it sent a thrill through me. I loved that I could make him lose control like this.

The official waltz soon starts and as expected, Prince Virgil takes me on the dance floor and we waltz gracefully. "I don't think I need to remind you to stay away from other men." He whispered to me. "I'm sorry about earlier, but we didn't even talk, he just saved me from falling, that's all." I said and he bit on my neck softly and I gasped. "Do not dare mistake me for the easy or jealous type, I'm not jealous, I'm possessive. Jealousy is when you desire something that isn't yours but possessiveness is protecting that which already belongs to you and you my dear kitten, belong to me. I would much appreciate it if you realized your worth." He whispered and his words caused a shiver to run d

I hovered above her, "You will stay away from him. If you dare to look at him again, then I will pull out your eyeballs, you witch." Before I could grab her neck, I felt an arm around my waist. Someone was pulling me away from her. I screamed hysterically at her as someone dragged me away from there, and I could hear gasps and whispers from those around me. So, how is this chapter, my beautiful readers? Do you all like over-possessive Emberly, this is very different from your typical female leads, as, in almost all romance books, men are possessive over girls, but here I tried a new concept. My female lead is the possessive girl for her man in my story.

“She’ll realize how awful I can be and I’m afraid she’ll choose to run away.” He faltered in a way that made my chest twist. Jealousy and possessiveness trace their lines under the skin; you don’t have to shout they’re there, their edges are subtle, a hand held too long, a possessive word masked as concern. I’d seen it in Lucian: the tiny, hot flare when someone else offered her a cup, the locked jaw when she smiled at another man. He wouldn’t say it; he’d never own that the thought of someone else near her woke him. But in the quieter shades, you can see the lock click. “You think she’ll run?” I asked. My voice was even. “Or you want her to stay because you need her to fix you?”