Romance Novels With Jealousy Novels & Stories

But I somehow end up falling for him anew, time after time. Apparently, I can get greedy and jealous too. All those ugly emotions that come with affection. And it's even worse when my envy is directed toward a deceased person. It's as if Dan and I are the protagonists in one of those mediocre romance novels that Laura forced me to read. It's clear how these stories end. I'm not interested in finishing this one. But I can't put the book down.

I nodded, chewing my lip again as I decided whether to ask what I really wanted to ask or not. “Princess, the suspense is killing me,” he teased. “You can say or ask whatever you want.” I scoffed, shaking my head with a grin. “She tried to get you to reject me again, didn’t she?” “She did,” he stated calmly. He reached out and pulled me in again with a wry grin. “Is that jealousy I sense from my little wolf?” “Ha,” I blurted out as Nova rolled her eyes in my head. “Not at all.” I slid my hands over his shoulders, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Possessiveness — most likely. Jealously implies she could have you. You’re all mine.”

And through all of it, Darren simply stood up calmly and walked out like none of the chaos concerned him. That irritated me even more. I remained seated for several seconds staring toward the entrance where he disappeared, my jaw tightening slowly while anger crawled through my chest. I could still see the image from earlier. Darren holding Nia close. Darren rubbing her back softly. Darren whispering against her ear while she stayed inside his arms without moving away. The memory alone made my wolf restless. Raphael had once told me that jealousy was one of the ugliest emotions a wolf could experience because it stripped dignity away piece by piece until nothing remained except possessivenes

Feeling jealousy rise up like a wild stallion rearing it's ugly head. The two of them stare at each other speechless. If you enjoyed this chapter please leave a comment and vote for me by leaving gems. Thank you.

But the sight of her with another man, even in this innocuous setting, still stirred a primal jealousy within me. I spent the rest of the evening battling my own emotions, struggling to maintain a facade of composure while my insides churned with a mixture of fear and possessiveness. I knew I had to let her go, to let her live her life, to trust that she would always come back to me. But it was a difficult lesson to learn, especially when my heart felt like it was breaking with every shared laugh, every stolen glance. The sight of Alexa laughing with Dr. Jeremy, her face lit up with genuine amusement, was a physical blow. Every shared joke, every fleeting touch, felt like a betrayal. Jealous

“We both know the only thing she cares about is herself and sometimes you, but she will get bored of you eventually.” Something tightened in my chest at the thought of them together, jealousy slithering through my veins like poison. I smirked, wanting my words to sting. “You will be her plaything, how pathetic.” He smirked, taking a lock of my hair and twirling it around his finger affectionately. “Oh Ma Cherie, your jealously is quite attractive.” I scoffed, my cheeks burning. “I’m not jealous.” He leans forward, staring at me with those mischievous eyes. “Yeah? Who says Cassandra was going to win in the first place? There are other participants incase you have forgetton.”

If I gave them ammunition to tease me, they would be even more intense with me, and I didn't care about them. “Don't you realize, Elara?” Chloe said with a malicious smile on her face. “He's a beast in bed. But he's not worth losing your mind over. Don't fall in love, really, don't fall in love with him.” A wave of jealousy washed over me. Jealousy I didn't understand the jealousy that made me want to scream. Jealousy of what? That he was a beast in bed? That he had been with other women?

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.

The mere thought of him engaging in romantic conversations with another woman ignited a surge of jealousy within her, driving her mind into a frenzy. "We do not look alike. While it's true that we've shared countless sexual partners in the past, this situation is different. She's not just another conquest, she's my mate. So, naturally, I'll have a sense of possessiveness about sharing her," Dexter's words were tinged with seriousness.