Romance Novels With Jealousy Novels & Stories

Viaan peeked at the book, and in an instant, he knew it was from the romance genre with all the hearts around the illustrated couple figure on the cover page. As Kiara feathered her hands over the cover page again, Viaan zeroed his eyes on the book, trying to recall something. “It should be an offense to be jealous of these innocent babies, Mr. Adams.” He heard Kiara taunting playfully and came out of his thoughts. She was arranging the book when her eyes went to Viaan’s leaning figure reflecting on the glass of the bookshelves. A playful smirk adorned her face, recalling his behavior some days ago. It’s been some days since the man had complained to her about giving much time to her beloved

Author’s Note to the Reader Dear Reader, What you are about to step into is not just a love story. It’s a tangled web of passion, betrayal, secrets, and the quiet ache of discovering the truth behind the people we think we know. Jacqueline’s journey is one many of us know too well, the journey of holding on when we should let go, of chasing stability while craving fire, of mistaking comfort for love. Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life.

Another yelled, “The true one!” Vanessa lowered her head, eyes shining with fake humility. She clutched Damien’s hand. “And Isabella…” Damien looked down at me with such regret it almost looked real. “She struggled. Who wouldn’t? To watch the man you love stand beside his fated mate? I tried to be kind. I tried to give her time.” My nails bit into my palms. He continued, “But jealousy is a dangerous poison. And two nights ago, it spilled.” “Two nights?” I snapped. “You mean when your pet witch choked on her own act and fell down?”

She said, biting her lips, staring at him with that hungry gaze and slowly shifted on her toes to kiss him. “How do you want me to believe this? You find two women hidden in your basement and asked to believe they are not gossiping. Eh.” He sarcastically said, and tucked her closer. For a moment I felt as though both of them had forgotten about my existence, and lost in their romance. Meanwhile, my cheeks burned red and it was hard to say whether jealousy hit me or it was just shyness. Jealousy… huh, why would I be jealous of them. I decided to leave the room giving them the privacy they forgot to demand.

And then she had gone to lunch with my uncle at one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. The anger that moved through me was immediate and hot and I recognized, somewhere underneath it, that it was not the simple clean anger of a man whose wife had lied to him. It was more complicated than that and the complication was the thing making it burn hotter. It was jealousy. Real, genuine, completely inconvenient jealousy — the kind that told you something you hadn't wanted to know about yourself, because you could only be jealous of something you wanted, and I had spent two years telling myself and everyone else that I did not want my own wife.

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.

That beautiful face will not see the world again! Jenny plotted. She really wanted to. Her heart was governed by a demon heart. Her jealousy to her is very deep. She really wanted to destroy her. : Because of you! Leah! Jenny carved in her heart. ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ [ Chapter 24: End ] ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪

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.

“You forget, sister, betrayal requires a promise first. He never promised you anything. If anything, the second that the council brought her in, he agreed that she was to be his wife. He didn't even fight for your sake.” “Don’t start,” I warned. “Oh, I’ll start.” Lorenzo pushed off the wall, circling the desk. “You’ve been pacing over that man for months, moving pieces like it’s a war. But it isn’t strategy anymore, Annalise. It’s jealousy. And you’re terrible at hiding it. And unfortunately, it is going to end up eating you alive, sister.” “Jealousy is for children,” I snapped. “And the last thing that I would do is consider myself a child. A child would not endure what I have for years.”

Roselle asked mischievously. Romeo did not even bother denying it. He just rolled his eyes expressively at Roselle and snorted indignantly. How could he be happy sharing his wife with others when he himself had yet to have enough of her? No way that was happening on his watch! "Oh yes, love. I am very jealous. Didn't you once told me that my eyes were the most beautiful you've ever seen? How come you can't take your gaze off his?"