Obsessivemmc Stories

Alan Romano was only seventeen when his father was murdered, and the boy, he had been died with him. His revenge was ruthless, bloody, and absolute-leaving only one witness behind: Aveline. A quiet five-year-old girl with candy-sticky fingers... and eyes that looked at him as if he weren't a monster. He should have walked away. But he didn't. He made a promise. Now Alan is trapped between two worlds-the rising chaos of the mafia he's inheriting, and the child he's sworn to protect at all costs. What begins as duty twists into something darker: a possessive, consuming obsession to be the only person she trusts, the only one she needs, the only place she ever turns. As Aveline grows, so does Alan's devotion-warped, fierce, and inseparable from the violence and shadows inside him. And when she turns eighteen, the line he swore he'd never cross finally shatters... dragging them both into a world of obsession, sin, and a love born from promises he will keep at any cost.

A story with an obsessive mmc stalker! - Tighten your belts and get ready for this psychotic love story of two opposite people. - "You don't know anything about me Mr AARAV" I replied in a mocking tone maintaining that eye contact "Oh really sweet cheek. Well let me guess, there's a mole on your chin, on the right side of your delicious milky waist, on your slender back, on your inner left thighs right beside you DRIPPING CUNT" He replied in a sensual tone I was stunned, shocked and what not by hearing him. He said everything correctly and confidently as if he knew my body in and out. Well I had never slept with him then how come he knew this? "Wh...what, no, I mean how do you..." I asked in my shaky tone "Darling I am not those sweet little guys you dream about, not those so called sunshiny guys you read about in your books. I am your most unreadable desire and I know how many times you have cum while thinking about me" he said shamelessly "You fucking psychopath, you were stalking me" I said in an angry tone tho inside I was scared as hell "Naah baby, it's not called stalking, it's love for my girl" he replied in a calm tone while pulling me by my waist - Guys english is not my first language, please feel free to correct:)

Milena Volkov was never meant to be a wife. She was meant to be a survivor. Married at nineteen to secure peace between two criminal empires, Milena was sent to New York and quietly forgotten-protected by walls, guards, and distance. She doesn't live with her husband. She barely knows him. And she's learned how to survive alone. Rory Kingston is the most feared don in America. Control is his language. Distance is his armor. The marriage was business-nothing more-until his wife survives an ambush meant to kill her and storms into his headquarters, furious and bleeding, demanding answers. What Rory discovers is not a fragile Russian princess-but a woman forged in pain, venom, and quiet strength. And once Rory touches her, once he realizes how close he came to losing her, distance is no longer an option. Enemies close in. Obsession takes root. And a marriage built on strategy becomes something far more dangerous. Because Milena Volkov is no one's pawn. And Rory Kingston doesn't love gently.

They call him the Devil not because he burns the world, but because he owns the darkness within it. She entered his life as an agreement, a name signed on fate, a bond never meant to feel. Yet some connections are written long before promises are made. In his silence, she found storms. In her presence, he found something he was never meant to keep. This is a story where love does not arrive gently. It creeps in through shadows, wraps itself around fear, and refuses to let go. A tale of power, devotion, and dangerous choices- where the line between pain and pleasure blurs, and walking away is no longer an option. Because some love stories aren't meant to be pure... they are meant to be unforgettable. Started on 30th of December 2025 Ended on

He never wanted her gently. He wanted her completely. Megha Mehra believed in logic, choice, and distance from chaos-until she crossed paths with Rudraksh Singh Rathore, a man who doesn't ask, doesn't explain, and doesn't let go. He doesn't court her. He claims her. When obsession turns into possession, and control into a forced promise, Megha finds herself bound to a man she despises with devotion. She resists him with silence, with hatred, with everything she has-yet the closer she fights, the more dangerous the pull becomes. This is not a love story that blooms easily. It crawls. It confuses. It stains. Between power, resentment, twisted intimacy, and slow-burning tension, lines blur-until hate no longer knows where it ends and desire begins. Cause & Consequence is a dark, slow-burn romance where love is not chosen freely... but becomes inevitable. Warning ⚠️: This story contains dark romance elements, forced marriage, obsession, power imbalance, and mature (18+) themes. Reader discretion is advised.

"you think hurting me will lessen your pain, but let me tell you will also burn in this flames of revenge..." I said with out most calmness looking into his hazel pairs that hunts me the secend it falls into mine. His grip only tighten more around my throat cutting my air supply nearly making me wiggle out his grip but fail badly he is tightening the grip every sec... He said nothing like always. Making me frustrate. But after a movement of silence he whispers coming dangerous closer... "Revenge is an excuse to prey on others for fun..." Brushing his lips with mine very lightly it sends shiver down my spine... " But I'm not a toy thing, bastard!!.." I hissed as his other hand moved to my left breast squeezing it tightly. Tears brim in back of my eyes but I didn't let them fall... He shouldn't see me weak infront of him or... beneath him... He squeezed more this time making me close my eyes taking deep breath to restrain myself from moaning... "You are nothing but just a spoil brat who only know how to use his power in wrong wa- aghh..." His smirk stretched more as his chuckled. "Spoiled, huh?!" With that he slammed his lips with mine desparately. I wish I could have run away that day... ⚠️triggered warning⚠️adults content 🔞 matured ahead (21+) violence, blood, sexual assault... traumatic experience(Maybe) So.. if you're under age respectfully leave...🙂🔪

They killed her family. She survived and became the storm. Selara Dravienne rules from the shadows, emotionless and ruthless, her life shaped by fire and revenge. Ravik Draven is the man who ordered the flames; the city's most feared kingpin, unaware that the woman he's drawn to is the girl who lived. As empires fall and enemies rise, manipulation turns into dangerous intimacy, and vengeance collides with feeling. But love is a weakness neither of them can afford. In a city built on blood, power is the only mercy and the crown is always cold.