Novel & Cerita Romance Novels With Jealousy

“She’s not the kind of woman who plays games. If she wanted Chase, she wouldn’t be living under your roof, pulling away from him every chance she gets.” “You don’t know what she feels,” I snapped. “And you do?” he countered. Silence stretched between us. Finally, Dante sighed. “You’re competing for Alpha, Kael. Every move you make is watched. If you keep letting jealousy rule you, Chase will win, not because he’s stronger, but because you’re distracted.” That hit harder than it should have. “I’m not jealous,” I said automatically. Dante’s eyebrow lifted. I exhaled sharply. “Fine. I am. But that doesn’t change reality.”

“Because I am not the kind of woman who survives betrayal quietly.” His gaze darkened, something like admiration there. “I know.” As the morning unfolded, Nina felt the shift settle into her bones. Desire still burned between them, undeniable and tempting. But now it was threaded with something sharper. Risk. Choice. Consequence. Whatever came next, there would be no pretending. And that, she knew, was the most dangerous part of all.

Romano called gently, ushering me over. People gushed at the sweetness in his voice, while I simply smiled to feed their delusion of the happy couple we pretended to be. Romano was obsessed with maintaining that illusion. As I walked over, I noticed the young men in the room staring at me, something heated and lost in their eyes. The moment Romano noticed, jealousy flashed across his face. He walked to me and wrapped his arm tightly around my waist. “You took a long time,” he murmured, kissing my neck, but I could tell he was irritated.

"You're jealous? Possessive? Angry that I might have touched someone else the way I touched you last night?" "Yes!" The admission burst out of her. "Yes, I'm jealous. Yes, I hate the thought of you with anyone else. Yes, I want to scratch the eyes out of every woman who looks at you like Catalina did. And I know I have no right to feel that way, but I can't help it." Dante's expression shifted—surprise giving way to something darker, more primal. "You have every right." "The contract…"

I ask her knowing I am taking a gamble that she will spin out of control and lose her shit and temper with me. She goes silent, almost rigid. I can feel her entire body tense up. Jealousy rages instantly through my body, if Dante were in the room right now, God only knows what I would do to him. “Or is it the college professor? Are you still in love with him?”

He never did when he wanted to hurt me. I stayed. I couldn't move. I watched the way his muscles tensed. I watched Geneva’s hands roam over his thick thighs, her fingers digging into his expensive trousers. The sight made a hot, ugly fire burn in my chest. I was jealous. I was so jealous it felt like I was choking on it. Dante saw the look on my face. A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. He leaned back, his eyes darkening as he watched me watch them. He wanted me to see. He wanted to torture me.

“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?”

They were not coming down. After much more cliché conversations with other people it was now time for our dance. Dan and Alice had still not come down. I began feeling so jealous. So jealous it made me upset. Why the hell would Yoké go up to Alice’s room? And the way he but her cheek before they left? I pray I don’t find him alone anywhere or else I would really kill him. I felt like storming right up to her room and barging in and beating the hell out of Yoké. It was all his fault. If something does happen between Alice and him then I’d never forgive him. I swear.

His voice was drenched in lust, and I hated how easily he fell into these games. The woman licked her lips, her eyes glinting with anticipation. “Only if it’s a bottomless orgasm,” she teased. I couldn’t listen anymore. My chest felt tight, jealousy coiling around my heart like a snake. What did he see in these women? Why couldn’t he look at me like that? Why did he always push me away? Author’s Note:

We ate dinner together most nights after that, sitting across from each other while the city hummed outside. “You really went to that club last night?” he asked, cutting his food with sharp movements. “After I told you to text me first.” I licked sauce off my fork slowly, watching his eyes follow my tongue. “I did text you. You didn’t answer so I went anyway. It was fine. Got loud music, hot guys dancing close. Nothing you need to worry about.” His fork stopped mid air. “Hot guys. You let them touch you?” The jealousy in his voice sent a dirty thrill through me. I shifted in my seat, feeling wetness soaking my panties.