**Story Description of *Idol's Obsession*** Jeon Jungkook, the world's most adored idol, is a man who thrives on admiration and devotion. Accustomed to getting everything he desires, his life is a stage where he is both the star and the ruler. But when he encounters Serena-a gentle soul with a quiet life and a heart already promised to another-his world shifts. Unlike the millions who adore him, Serena's attention is not his to claim. Her love belongs to someone else, and her refusal to acknowledge Jungkook ignites something dark within him. What begins as fascination soon spirals into an obsession so intense it threatens to consume them both. Serena finds herself trapped in a nightmare, her life controlled by a man whose love has turned into a dangerous fixation. Jungkook's need to possess her knows no bounds, and he will stop at nothing to make her his, even if it means destroying everything in his path. As Serena fights for her freedom, she faces a chilling question: Can she escape Jungkook's suffocating grip, or will his obsession destroy her completely? **Content Warning:** This book contains mature themes, including obsession, manipulation, and non consensual intimacy It is intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. **Disclaimer:** *Idol's Obsession* is a work of fiction and does not condone or glorify any harmful behavior. All events and characters are purely imaginary. Let me know if you'd like me to refine it further!

"⚠️ This story contains themes of abuse, manipulation, and violence. It is purely fictional and not intended to romanticize harmful behavior." Alex grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him, his voice low, dangerous-a venom-laced promise. "You're mine now," he growled. "My wife. My hidden bride. My possession. I'll Fuck you when I want, how I want, where I want. And if you even flinch, I'll make sure you never walk again." He stepped closer, his eyes blazing with rage and obsession. "Take off your clothes, Lara. Now." She trembled, frozen, tears running down her cheeks. -and he shoved her against the wall. "You thought marriage to me would be a cage?" he sneered. "No, Lara. This is hell. And I'm the devil who'll fuck you as I see fit. Whenever. Wherever. However. Because you belong to me now." "I said take them off," he hissed in her ear. "Before I rip them off myself." Lara's breath hitched as she slowly raised trembling fingers to her blouse. Every movement was filled with dread, humiliation, and hopelessness. He grabbed her roughly, threw her on the bed, climbing on top of her like a predator claiming its prey. His lips crashed against hers-not with love, but punishment. His kiss bruised. His hands unforgiving. "Spread your legs like a good little wife," he hissed, "or I'll force them open."

"You... you are my destiny... my curse... my end..." Dev's smile was cold victory. He leaned close, whispering against her ear, his breath a cruel caress. "That's it, doll. That's the truth. You're branded now. Your screams, your blood, your words - mine. Forever." The leather slipped from his hand. Arohi collapsed, trembling violently. Her back was torn, raw with lashes, She fell, her knees unable to hold her weight. Dev caught her before she hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her- not gentle, but possessive, claiming. He looked down at the broken girl in his hold, her lashes still glistening with tears. Her lips parted, her voice a shredded whisper. "No more... please... I can't..."

Anokhi...an 18 years old girl who possess the beauty of a nymph. She was living a happy life with her mother and stepfather but seems like someone has cast an evil eye on Anokhi's little happy family. She lost her everything just within a single day. Her mother, stepfather who loved her like his own child ,both of them were snatched away from the innocent Anokhi , leaving her alone in the clutcher of an evil ,Who is none other than her step uncle . Will Anokhi fight for her justice and rights or will be forever stuck in this nightmare? Disclaimer: This story contains rape scenes and few abuse scenes so if you're not comfortable reading it then please don't read , this is not a love story. Also English isn't my first language , so you may see lot of grammatical errors. Please ignore them . I hope you all will enjoy the story. Thank you!

Vashista , a 21 year old who finished 12th class, since then she is restricted to home and responsibilities. A very warm kind hearted woman. Devaraj, a 27 year old man who works in fileds and lives on his own as he doesn't have parents but a very stoic and cold hearted person but beneath all that he craves for love and affection. When Vashista and Devaraj gets married will they find love and be happy? Will vashista manage to make her way into Devaraj's heart? Will love ever bloom in their lifes? Dive into to know more!

She had no idea that meeting him would be the beginning of her worst nightmare. He was destruction in human form, he was her nightmare. ⁠益⁠ Story of a villain ⚠️Warning to all of the readers, The story contains dark theme. It is not a normal content, i wrote 21+ for a reason, the story is going to have many vulgar, dirty sex, violent abuse scenes and when I said alot, that means alot, the main lead is not a good man in any way, neither any character in this story. I don't normalise anything neither support it. It is an adult content so read it to your own risk. DO not report my book or i will take my other books down as well.

"Please let me go " she cried, her voice trembling with fear. "Shhh, don't waste your energy, love. Keep it for the real game " he said, coming closer to her. She turned her face away in disgust. "Oww, look at yourself, feeling disgusted and all. Just wait, darling, how I turn this disgust into pleasure you beg to get again and again, day and night" he said, sliding her hair away from her face. His breath hit her face, making her shiver. "You won't get away with this " she said, trying to be brave, but her voice was cracking. "We will see, love " he said in amusement, eating her earlobe. Stalking her was not enough; never enough. Seeing her from afar, not having her beside , not being able to touch her was insane. He deserved her; he deserved her all. She thought she was overreacting but her intuition was right; it always was right, only if she stayed away from him, she wouldn't be in hell, which he called love. Triggers: sextual content , manipulation, rape , self-harm , toxic love Note: This story is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences only. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and themes of obsession and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. Please read with caution

What is the meaning of this, Vani?" he seethed, his eyes locked onto hers. "Are you so starved for attention that you seek it from other men?" Vani's heart sank as she realized the storm that was brewing in Rudra's eyes. She tried to speak, to explain that it was just a professional conversation, but her words caught in her throat. "I-I was just disc-," Vani stammered, her voice trembling. "There's nothing more to it." Rudra's rage intensified. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "Don't lie to me, Vani," he growled. "I saw the way you were looking at him, the way he was looking at you. You think I'm blind?" "Stop with your obsession Rudra, you are ruining my life and my career" Vani yelled. It intensified Rudra's rage more. "Am I huh" Rudra laughed and in an instant he yanked her by her elbow towards him. "Don't forget you are and who you belong to" Rudra said increasing his grip on her more making her whimper in pain. "Rudra it hur-" "Correct, Rudra, me, your husband... You, Mrs. Vani Rudra Singh Rathore belong to me"

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.