Romance Novels With Jealousy Novels & Stories

Remus replied and put on a white t-shirt and climbed into bed to sleep, suddenly he was in a bad mood after hearing the story behind the evil paper. "The intentions are noble! Don't be thwarted." Bella continued to lie down beside Remus. “The intention for a free apartment is noble, I agree. But he expressed his intentions to you, to the point of giving you the paper… not at all noble, I feel like he has the different intentions to you!” "Eh… That's called jealousy." "You are my wife, it is natural and obligatory for me to be jealous if another man wants to approach you. I must be jealous... You are mine..and I am yours!” Remus covered his eyes with his arms. Trying to sleep.

The assistant let out a sharp cry and looked anxiously at Milton. "Mr. Jenning, Mrs. Jenning just had a skin graft. Now she's suffering from severe burns again…" Because Rita had intentionally burned her arm, Milton had dragged me onto the operating table and forced me to undergo surgery to make up for it. At the memory, a sharp cramp shot through my lower abdomen. The doctors who had been fawning over Rita sneered. "You're defending her this much—what, got some shady relationship going on?" "She brought this on herself. Throwing tantrums and threatening suicide over some love rivalry with Ms. Atkinson—everyone knows the Jenning family's wife is vicious."

“On my card. Without telling me.” Her smile vanished instantly. “Do you even care about this marriage?” he continued. “Or are you just in it for the spoils?” The plate slipped from her hands. Tacos scattered across the floor. The sound echoed too loudly in the room. Charity froze. Then her eyes filled with fire. “So that’s what you think of me?” she snapped. “That I’m some gold digger?” Leon stood, stress radiating off him. “You didn’t even ask me.”

she said with contempt, her face flushed with anger. The rage of jealousy is so strong that it compels one to do anything foolish. Miguel de Cervantes.

His eyes, his voice, his scent, his body — everything about him drives me insane… just like his fiancée does. Jealousy. Intense, burning, suffocating — vile, like a venomous snake coiling inside me. I never thought I could be this jealous! I’ve never felt anything like it before. When I see Nicole next to him, I can’t help but imagine what kind of death would suit her best. Should I tear her apart right there in the office, turning her into a bloody mess? Or throw her out the window without even opening it? Poison her, maybe? Or at least slip something laxative into her coffee? I can’t help these thoughts. Thank the Moon Goddess I can at least let them stay in my imagination.

He added and just in, Bernard's message arrived and I opened it, though butterflies in my tummy just burned in jealousy. Jelousy, Raphaela? Did you even know the meaning of that word? I sighed in unknown reason. I admitted it. I was jealous which I didn't fully understand. I didn't have to, right? It's just that, I couldn't help it. I was starting to adore Royal but the fate insisted I shouldn't 'cause Royal had a girlfriend. I didn't want to be the antagonist of their love story and I didn't want to be the third party. "Yes, babe." I heard Royal said and chuckled a little lower.

That wasn't like him at all. "But now?" she whispered. Rafael's eyes darkened, something wild flashing inside them. "But now I see him with someone else. That boyfriend of his. That smug bastard. And it makes me want to break something. It makes me want to drag him away and-" He stopped abruptly, his breath becoming ragged. Cassie just stared at him without a word. Rafael, the no-dating guy, the man who acted like feelings were poisons... is now burning, seething, utterly consumed with jealousy.

The guests nearby leaned closer, drinking it in like champagne. Elena crossed her arms and huffed, turning her face away from him with perfect disdain. “If anyone should be embarrassed tonight, it’s me. My fiancé, the mighty Roman Thorne, couldn’t control himself for five minutes without looking like he was...” she paused, eyes narrowing as if the word itself was poison, “...jealous.” Roman faltered. The fire in him flickered, confusion threading through his fury. Jealous. Was that what this was? For years, he had watched women throw themselves at him and felt nothing.

Everything around them was peaceful—except for their hearts, which throbbed with life, passion, and a profound sense of belonging. But even in these moments, Nelly’s shadow did not leave their minds. Her jealousy gnawed at her back home, devouring her thoughts. She imagined every embrace, every whisper, every moment Adel shared with Naomi—moments she once believed belonged solely to her. The days Adel and Naomi spent together were filled with love, tenderness, and playful romance. Yet beneath all that beauty lay Adel’s constant sense of guilt, and the lingering fear of Nelly’s reaction when they returned home. Every moment of affection, every kiss, every whisper carried with it an unresolved

All I cared about was the rhythm and the heat and the sound she made when I pressed my palm to the small of her back and pulled her harder onto me. She reached back and grabbed my wrist and held on. Her nails bit my skin. I bent to her ear. “No more dates.” “Then don’t leave me,” she said, the words shaking. “Deal,” I said, thrusting faster and harder into her. It hit her fast. It usually does when she’s been angry. She went rigid and then loose. Her mouth opened on a silent cry and she writhed under my hands. I kept going. I pushed through it and took her up again because jealousy is not a steady fuel; you use it and then you come down clean. She said my name. She said it like a plea and a