Romance Novels With Jealousy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Whatever you're trying to do, it's pathetic." Her smile widened. "Oh, honey. Pathetic would be begging him to love you when everyone knows he's only with you because he has to be." I stared at her. "Think about it," she said smoothly. "You really think a guy like Roman untouchable, cruel, filthy rich would ever look twice at some sad little stepsister if you didn’t live under his roof? If he didn’t have to see you every day?" Something cracked. I stepped forward, my fists clenched. "You’re jealous. That’s all this is. You wanted him, and he didn’t want you. So you leaked a private moment and hoped it’d ruin me."

She had never felt jealousy towards Johannes’s behavior when they were together. When she imagined Alex with someone else though, she felt extremely jealous and possessive. She didn’t know why, but she did not want to be treated the same way as his past lovers. She wanted to be special. Maybe they had gotten married like most everyone else, for political reasons, but she was growing extremely fond of him. She didn’t want him to take other lovers as other aristocratic men did, she wanted him to be faithful.

He walked in his regal steps closer to her, and kissed her lips hungrily. Tinsley didn't hesitate to do so too, kissing intensely as she belted her hand around his neck. “Ohhh,” she moaned, feeling the urge from her mate. Meanwhile, the door of the office was slightly ajar, and Jeanette who was passing by saw them. “Why always her?” She muttered dejectedly, and waves of jealousy burn through her as she glared at Tinsley. Furiously she walked away. “I love you,” Lorenzo hesitantly cut the kiss and looked deeply into her eyes.

Isabelle raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “Oh, please. That woman is practically throwing herself at him. If I were you, I’d remind her who’s really in charge.” Amelia leaned in, her voice conspiratorial. “Maybe Roman likes the attention. You know how men are.” My patience snapped, and I shot them a glare. “He’s not interested in her,” I said firmly, though I couldn’t shake the burning feeling of jealousy crawling up my spine. They exchanged amused glances before Janice added, “Well, if you’re so sure, then there’s no harm in going over there and… staking your claim.”

“The only thing that held me back was you. I thought you would be upset so I held myself back.” “Were you – were you that upset?” It made me feel weirdly good. These new feelings I was having made me nervous. They were the feelings of a novel’s villain, not a normal person. I should not be so satisfied with such violent jealousy but my heart warmed and my wolf purred. At the rate at which I was going, won’t I cling to his feet when he found his mate? Even now, thinking of him with a random woman made me want to snarl, even though I knew the next random woman could very well be his mate.

I beamed at Hazel while we made it to her parked car. "I still feel like we should have made enquiries from other people." She shrugged, not pleased by my decision at the very least. "Why do I sense jealousy in this game you are trying to play?" I laughed, caring less that she was not happy about my plan at all. "That is your problem." She rolled her eyes, "why would I care that you stayed with someone else? We have never lived together so it really is just your problem to deal with." She shrugged. "Whatever." I teased with rolled eyes.

"None of your business!" Zeno held Cia's arm, the grip was not gentle at all because Cia could feel a burning sensation on his arm. In his heart, he asked, what's wrong with Zeno? Why did he turn violent and seem to hate me? But all Cia got was Zeno's demanding look. Zeno misses him, it's just that his longing is too much hindered by excessive jealousy. "Get off! You're burning my arm!" Cia pulled her hand forcibly, it was clear that the woman's arm was slightly blackened. Zeno's jealousy has crossed the line and it can hurt partners, like in this example.

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.

His eyes were always on her, his gaze intense and calculating, as though he were silently assessing her every move. Isla felt something stir deep inside her as the night wore on—a jealousy she hadn’t expected, an ache that gnawed at her. She tried to brush it off, told herself that it was nothing more than a fleeting feeling. But when she caught sight of Dante across the room, his lips meeting Elena Ricci’s in a kiss that was equal parts passion and possession, that jealousy turned into something darker. It hit her like a physical blow, sharp and unexpected. She turned away quickly, her heart suddenly heavy in her chest. She was here for revenge, not for love. She wasn’t supposed to care. Sh

Nicole started talking about a different topic, but as soon his eyes landed on the entrance of the restaurant and saw who just came in… he cannot even hear anything else but the hard beating inside his chest. It was Sophia… with another man. ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ Navier already knows the feeling of jealousy. Every ounce of that green vile inside him—he knows it well and he knows that it is poisonous beyond compare. He said that jealousy is not Nicole’s best suit, but neither is it to him. He placed men in his own version of hell whenever he felt jealous of them because of Angela. In fact, he can simply kill any man he felt jealous of. But this… this jealousy he feels right now is a tenfold of