Obsessivemmc Stories

Vardaan Singh Rajwanshi : The 25-year-old cunning chairperson of Rajvanshi Empire, with a flawless face, towering height, and a dominating personality that commands respect. His piercing gaze and chiseled features make girls weak in the knees, but beneath his confident exterior lies a complex web of emotions - ambition, pride, and a hint of vulnerability. As the eldest son, he's burdened with the weight of responsibility, but his sweet demeanor hides a sharp mind and a calculating heart. Isha Singh : A 21-year-old final-year college student, pursuing a course in fashion designing. Her angelic face and empathetic nature make her a beloved figure on campus. She's a sensitive soul with a generous heart, always willing to lend a listening ear or a helping hand. Her passion for dancing is more than just a hobby - it's an escape from the world, a way to express herself freely. With a gentle smile and sparkling eyes, Isha radiates warmth and kindness, but deep down, she's still discovering her own strengths and weaknesses. Yaha tak padh liye toh book bhi padhte jaana pyare lavenders ✨

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:)

Valentino... "Our relationship is over." "No, amore. It is not." "When I left, I had my reasons." "I expected you to wait." His eyes darkened. "But you moved on, huh?" Before I could say another word, he stepped toward me. I instinctively stepped back. Once. Twice. Until my back met the cold wall. He planted one hand beside my head, trapping me between him and the wall. My heart began pounding. He moved closer, slowly, deliberately, until there wasn't even an inch of space between us. I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, his presence completely overwhelming my senses. My hands hovered uncertainly between us. I didn't know whether to push him away or hold on. His gaze dropped to my lips. My breath caught. For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me. He leaned in. My eyes fluttered shut. But his lips never touched mine. Instead, his breath ghosted over my cheek before drifting down my neck, making me shiver. I felt his fingers brush against my waist. They lingered there for a moment before settling around it. Then his hand tightened gently, drawing me closer until even the smallest distance between us disappeared. My breath hitched. His thumb moved slowly along the curve of my waist, almost absentmindedly, as though he were reminding himself that I was actually standing there in front of him. I gripped his shirt without even realizing it. His eyes flickered down to my hands. Then back to my face. That faint, arrogant smirk appeared. "Valentino..." He hummed against my skin, the sound sending another shiver through me. His hand remained firmly at my waist, his thumb moving in one slow, deliberate motion before stilling. "You are mine." His voice was low, almost dangerously soft. His fingers tightened slightly around my waist. I swallowed. "Your flaws. Your perfection. Every beautiful, stubborn part of you..." "It's all mine." My breath caught. And the moment he heard it, that familiar arrogant smirk returned.

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

"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 knows 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...🙂🔪

Declan Kearney is a man of the law, but for years he has wanted to break every rule for Cataleya Montoro. His best friend's younger sister, a medical student with a sharp tongue and a talent for pushing him too far. To everyone else, Declan is the golden boy cop. Patient, dependable, easy to trust. But beneath that restraint is something far more possessive. And when Cataleya finally crosses the line, she learns just how dangerous "good" men can be.

I was never a woman who believed in promises. They always felt like wishes, soft things people made when they didn't know how else to hold on. Judas Mercer made them anyway. And somehow, he kept every single one. He waited for me when the world didn't. Built a life while I was still learning how to belong to one. Loved me in a way that I could finally trust. What I didn't realize was how much of our life already existed beyond me. How some bonds didn't begin with us but were already settled and familiar. She was a presence that had always been there. The woman from our past and our present woven into the spaces I thought were ours alone, standing there with us all along. Because Judas kept his promises. He just kept his secrets too. ~S~S~R~A~Y~N~E 🦋Perceived cheating 🦋Possessive MMC 🦋Dark romance themes 🦋high spice content

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.