Obsessiveromance Stories

Two professors. One university. And a rivalry so intense it leaves the campus buzzing and them burning. "I hate that you make good points." "No, you hate that I make them before you." "You've been staring at me for five minutes." "No, I'm calculating how your brain managed to produce such arrogance." "Your handwriting is as chaotic as your reasoning." "And yet, somehow, both still win awards." Professor Lilian Rose is the golden standard. Calm, precise, impossibly brilliant. Her lectures soothe, her students excel. She commands respect without raising her voice. Professor Daisy Oliver? Sharp, unrelenting, lethal with a pen and a gaze. Her exams crush egos, her top scorers become legends, and she wears her reputation like a whip. But when they're alone... the rules dissolve. A library encounter. A mislaid paper. Fingers brushing over ink-stained notes. A flash of heat, of awareness, of want neither of them admits. Every snide remark, every playful jab, drips with tension thicker than any lecture hall. "I hate the way you make me think... and want." "You want it more than you admit." Glances linger. Hands almost touch. Every argument teeters between humiliation and something more intimate. A spark ignites, fierce and undeniable. Their rivalry is no longer about grades or prestige it's about control, surrender, and discovering just how far each is willing to push the other. Exams become excuses. Faculty meetings, battlefields of lust disguised as debate. And behind closed doors? They explore the friction, the heat, the unspoken fantasies that have haunted their every interaction. Brains, bodies, and boundaries collide. Pride fights desire, arrogance battles obsession, and when fire meets fire, only scorched skin and satisfied, secret smiles remain. The war of intellect has become a war of lust. And someone is going to win... or lose... entirely.

She had a crush on him once. A silly, hopeless, teenage thing. Now, years later - Priya Selvam is forced to marry him.. By him. Sachin Sinha. North India's most ruthless CEO. Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous. And secretly obsessed. He didn't forget her. He didn't forgive her. He planned for this. For years. A forced marriage. A dark obsession. A deadly game where Priya vows to escape and Sachin swears to chain her down. Because in his world - "You don't leave Sachin Sinha. You become his. In name, in law... and in every way possible." 🔥 A possessive, cold mafia CEO x bold South Indian girl romance you won't forget. 💍 Toxic love, twisted obsession, and one war between hearts that were never meant to meet.

"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕,𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔" "Haye rabbaaa"She speaks tapping her forehead slightly. "Haaye sohniyee"He sighs putting his hand on his chest. "Khote da peo"She speaks in anger "Apne bache ko gaali?Bad habit sarkar"Randhir replies calmly. "You are Mine."She says gritting her teeth. "I am yours.Only Yours"He says with a strange shine in her eyes. A tale where both are obsessed with each other blinded in love obsession and possessiveness. "The only reason I was away from you,You are/were my deadly obsession"~Amrit Randheer Raizada "The only reason I didn't pop your bubble that you are away from me?I was scared of my obsession for you that runs deep in my blood"~Randheer Amrit Sahani NOTE: STORY HAS LANGUAGES OTHER THAN ENGLISH(HINDI&PUNAJBI) ~Ranjhan

Mysterious disappearances begin to haunt the town of Devil's Kettle, without anyone suspecting the truth: Ginny Natnicha is a demon who lives hidden in the shadows, struggling against what she has become after a failed ritual. Everything changes when she starts observing Jayna Angelina Stevens, a college student who awakens her curiosity in an obsessive way. Ginny begins invading her dreams and, consumed by this interest, decides to get closer to her by pretending to be just an ordinary student, not realizing how much this could spiral out of control.

Her father built an empire on silence and steel. When they killed him, they expected her to grieve quietly and disappear. They miscalculated. Corren Vale does not mourn in public. She does not collapse in private. She identifies every person who smiled at her father's funeral while holding the knife that put him in the ground, and she begins, methodically, to remove them. Chicago does not belong to the grieving. It belongs to whoever is willing to do what no one else will stomach. Corren has always known that. She just never thought she would have to prove it this publicly, or this permanently. Nico DeLuca is not an ally. He is not a partner. He is a problem she cannot solve without creating a worse one. Son of a Mafia captain, raised between old money and street violence, he operates on instinct and appetite. He has never once been told no by anyone who survived the conversation. He believes she is a liability dressed in a nice coat. She believes he will burn everything she is trying to build. They are both right. The city is watching. The bodies are accumulating. And somewhere beneath the war, beneath the posturing and the gunfire and the rooms that smell like iron and expensive cologne, something is developing between them that neither of them has a name for and both of them recognize as catastrophic. No Mercy Avenue is a mature dark romance set in the criminal underground of Chicago: violence, power, obsession, and the cost of inheriting a throne built on blood. ©️ RelleLebby // R. L.

#1 in obsessiveromance #1 in gulzar #1 in geet #1 in poeticwriting #1 in loveandmadness This story is not perfect. It's personal. It's not just about love-it's about madness. About that one voice, one person, who becomes a part of your bloodstream without even knowing. I wrote this for the one who doesn't even know I exist. Talwiinder-your songs didn't just touch my soul. They invaded it. They didn't heal me. They wrecked me-beautifully, silently, completely. Every line in this book comes from that chaos. From the 2 AM cries. From the 3 AM replays. From the feeling of falling for someone just because their voice makes pain feel poetic. Maybe I'll never meet him. But through this story... I did. So no, this isn't just fiction. This is me-writing love with madness, Bleeding ink for a voice that became my heartbeat. If you're reading this, thank you for not judging my obsession. Thank you for letting me fall-unapologetically. She never met him. Never touched him. But his voice became her obsession, her escape-her ruin. A university girl with ink-stained secrets, she poured every breath of her madness into a book. A story written for him. About him. Because of him. Talwiinder, the man with the voice that healed millions, never knew someone had already surrendered herself to him- completely. Until he read the book. And everything changed. Now... She isn't the only one obsessed. Dive into the story of Mehwish X Talwiinder "Haseen: The Voice That Ruined Me" 🖤 A story written in silence, amd heard by the soul.

In the shadow-filled world of Moscow's criminal elite, two warring families have maintained a fragile, blood-soaked equilibrium-until a chance encounter threatens to destroy everything. Viktor Mikhailov rules the city's underworld with cold precision. Feared by enemies and allies alike, he takes what he wants and eliminates anything in his path. His empire is built on calculated ruthlessness, and he's never encountered a weakness he couldn't crush. Alina Sokolov has been sheltered from her father's dangerous world, a prized possession kept untainted by the brutality of the bratva. Intelligent and quietly rebellious, she's built her own sanctuary in the world of art and beauty, far from the violence that funds her privileged life. When their paths collide at an elite Moscow gala, the chemistry between them is immediate and devastating. But Viktor isn't just any dangerous man-he's her father's sworn enemy, the man who's promised to destroy the Sokolov family. And Alina represents everything Viktor has taught himself to resist: innocence, vulnerability, temptation. What begins as a calculated seduction quickly evolves into an obsession neither can control. As Viktor draws Alina deeper into his world of luxury and violence, she must decide if she's willing to sacrifice everything for a man who brings destruction with one hand and passion with the other. In a city where trust is a weakness and love is a liability, Viktor and Alina's forbidden affair threatens not just their hearts, but the empires their families have built on blood and betrayal. ------------

The lab was quiet, too quiet for a night shift. I should have been counting samples, checking slides, doing my job-but instead, I watched him across the hall, hands full of bandages, moving like he carried the weight of the world. I didn't know why I cared. I wasn't supposed to. And yet, the sight of him-alive, relentless, impossibly human-made my chest tighten in a way no test result ever could. Amara Amara carries herself with a quiet gravity, the kind that makes rooms soften when she enters. Her body is pear-shaped-gentle curves grounding her, strength resting in her hips like she was built to endure and still remain tender. She has observant eyes that miss nothing, eyes that have learned how to listen before speaking. There is warmth in her, but it is cautious, carefully portioned out, as if she knows too well what it costs to give too much of herself away. Zeke Zeke is tall in a way that feels deliberate, as though he grew upward out of defiance. His hair is plaited neatly, framing a face that knows both charm and restraint, and his presence has a quiet pull-unloud, but impossible to ignore. He moves with intention, speaks sparingly, and looks at people like he's reading the parts they try hardest to hide. And when his eyes finally settle on Amara, it becomes clear that this is not a coincidence-it is the beginning of something neither of them is ready for, but neither can escape.

Dakshit's story is an intense emotional romance filled with pain, power, and passion. ❤️ He's a cold, arrogant man with a dark past, while Ruhani - a kind, innocent girl - is forced to marry him. 💔 Between control and compassion, hatred and hidden love, their bond slowly transforms into something deep and soulful. 🌫️ Trapped in his world, Ruhani becomes the only person who can melt his frozen heart. 🔥 It's a journey of redemption, healing, and the discovery of love where none was meant to exist. 🌹

"You taste like cherry cola...?" "Maybe that's why they call me cherry?" "I would hope not, I wanna be the only one knowing what you taste like." Imagine being a street racer with a reputation for being a little bit of an asshole. The type that only smiles when she's about to ruin someone's ego on the track. Now imagine a strong-willed, childish gang leader-cute smile, violent tendencies, and absolutely obsessed with her. He's the kind of boy who'd burn the city down if it meant making her laugh. She's the kind of girl who'd race through hell just to win. They're loud. Messy. Dangerous. And completely, stupidly into each other. MIKEY X READER

Charlotte Green believes in control-over fabric, over dreams, over her heart. She stitches her future together from secondhand scraps and stubborn ambition, determined to escape the limits of her small town and prove she's meant for something bigger. Paris isn't just a dream to her; it's a promise. Harlan Montgomery believes in chaos. In dares instead of decisions. In pushing boundaries before they can cage him. He hides his pain behind charm, secrets, and a smile that feels like trouble-and when he enters Charlotte's life under a stolen name, everything she thought was solid starts to unravel. What begins as late-night messages and almost-innocent curiosity turns into a dangerous game where honesty is optional, desire is weaponized, and walking away feels more terrifying than staying. Each dare pulls them closer. Each truth cuts deeper. Control slips. Lines blur. Love stops feeling safe and starts feeling addictive. This is not a love story where the rules protect you-it's one where love feels like a dare, ambition comes at a cost, and the most dangerous thing isn't losing... it's wanting more than you're ready to survive.

BOOK ONE He doesn't ask. He claims. Every look, every touch pulls me deeper into him... and I can't escape.

They come from completely different worlds or at least, that's what they tell themselves. She watches from the crowd. I watch from the corners. Neither of us believes we're being watched back.

Do you believe in reincarnation? I didn't, but I wanted to. Because it would be too sad if human souls simply crumbled to nothing with death. Do you believe in fate? I did, but wished I didn't. Living according to a predetermined path is too cruel for those who must accept a harsh destiny. Do you believe in karma? This, I truly don't know. There's no way to verify it. I died. I definitely died and was reborn. Yet to me, it felt like waking from a long sleep. It felt that way because I remembered everything from my past life. Crossing death to receive a new life was, for me, like continuing the same existence. By some terrible luck, an eighteen-year-old orphan girl who knew nothing of the world was assigned as my mother in this life. Everything was different, yet I had to live through the same timeline again. Knowing this world's future was the only leverage I possessed. Now I will live a different life than before. Carrying intact the memories of a life that was never kind to me, having to live through the same timeline once more- Is this my punishment, or my reward?

Han Seo-Rin only wanted a job. But stepping into Kang Corporation Group pulled her into a world of secrets, danger, and obsession. CEO Kang Jae-Hyun is cold, ruthless, and untouchable - the youngest heir of Korea's richest family... and the hidden ruler of Busan's underworld. When Seo-Rin accidentally uncovers a secret she was never meant to see, he doesn't fire her. He keeps her close. Not to protect her... But because she became his obsession. In a world where loyalty is rare, betrayal is deadly, and love is dangerous, Seo-Rin must navigate power, secrets, and a man who will stop at nothing to make her his.

This is a fictional story where a girl, Emilia, goes on a date with a guy and he becomes obsessed with her and kidnaps her. Her Best Friend, Avina, searches for her most of the time she's awake. Emilia gets chances to contact to Avina to escape and she does, but multiple times Avina's rescue attempts fail. Can Emilia get rescued? Or will she stay with her kidnapper..Read to find out!

Alice in Wonderland dark retelling "Curiosity isn't always harmless... Aurelia Wren fell down the rabbit hole expecting wonder. What she found instead was Oblivara Land-a place of chaos, madness, and a world where trust is lethal and desire is deadly. In Where the Mad Are Kept, nothing is as it seems. Streets pulse with secrets, shadows whisper lies, and a tyrannical queen rules with cruelty. But none are as captivating-or as dangerous-as Jasper Corvin, the Mad Hatter. Brilliant, unhinged, and intoxicating, he draws Aurelia into a game of madness, obsession, and forbidden desire. As alliances shift and betrayals twist reality, Aurelia must navigate a world where love is a weapon, madness is survival, and every choice has a dark consequence. Falling for the Hatter may be the most dangerous choice of all-but some obsessions are impossible to resist."

💔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍 💔 By Moon Knight She was his calm. He was her storm. And the world was not ready for what happened when they collided. 💀 Adrian Blackwood-feared by empires, untouchable in boardrooms, deadly in the shadows. He's built his kingdom on blood, silence, and ruthless precision. But when Jennie walks in-soft-spoken, kind, utterly innocent-everything he's built threatens to crumble. 🌸 Jennie-too gentle for a world like his, too delicate for a man like him. But one look, and she owned him. One smile, and the monster dropped his weapons. A sudden storm. A broken-down car. One small hut. One single bed. It was supposed to be their first night alone. Not like this. Not so close. Not when every breath they shared under one blanket burned like sin. In a world where power rules and love is weakness, she's the only thing he can't control. And he doesn't plan to let her go. Ever. ⚠️ Warning: This is not a love story. This is obsession. This is power. This is a man who will tear the world apart for the only girl who ever mattered. 🔒 Copyright Notice: All characters, storylines, and written content are original and protected under copyright law. Unauthorized copying, reposting, translating, or publishing in any form without written permission from the author (Moon Knight) is strictly prohibited. Plagiarism will be reported.

A story about the quiet, corrosive burn of jealousy, and how the desperate need to own a person can eclipse the simple, human grace of loving them.

Charlotte Green believes in control-over fabric, over dreams, over her heart. She stitches her future together from secondhand scraps and stubborn ambition, determined to escape the limits of her small town and prove she's meant for something bigger. Paris isn't just a dream to her; it's a promise. Harlan Montgomery believes in chaos. In dares instead of decisions. In pushing boundaries before they can cage him. He hides his pain behind charm, secrets, and a smile that feels like trouble-and when he enters Charlotte's life under a stolen name, everything she thought was solid starts to unravel. What begins as late-night messages and almost-innocent curiosity turns into a dangerous game where honesty is optional, desire is weaponized, and walking away feels more terrifying than staying. Each dare pulls them closer. Each truth cuts deeper. Control slips. Lines blur. Love stops feeling safe and starts feeling addictive. This is not a love story where the rules protect you-it's one where love feels like a dare, ambition comes at a cost, and the most dangerous thing isn't losing... it's wanting more than you're ready to survive.