histórias de Obsessiveromance

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.

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.

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."

Elara believes the mind obeys rules. Adrian believes Elara was never a choice. Obsession is human. Possession is pathology. But inevitability... inevitability is something else entirely. A cold psychological story of control, perception, and a mind that never lets go.

#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.

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!

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.

"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.

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.

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

At Yale, her new life begins - under a false name. But the past never stays buried... All Isabella Johnson wants is to quietly finish her law degree and stay invisible. No one can know the truth - that she's the daughter of Nathanial Harrington, the notorious criminal defense attorney. Then there's Matteo. Cold. Magnetic. Too perceptive for her own good. And when the first cracks in her carefully built lies start to show, one thing becomes clear: At Yale, nothing is more dangerous than the truth. A dark, addictive campus romance about trust, betrayal, the mafia - and a love that could destroy them both. ⸻ Hey loves, After a long break from writing, I'm so excited to share this new story with you. Stick around - it's only going to get more intense ❤️ This is the English version of the book, you also can find the German version on my page. My other completed story, but in German: Only Mine - 780,000+ reads

She had a crush on him once. A silly, hopeless, teenage thing. Now, years later - Priya Selvam stands as the replaced bride at a wedding she was never meant to be part of. And the man waiting for her at the altar? 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.

💔 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.

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. 🌹

SAANVI BHARDWAJ A simple living kind girl who cares for everyone but not herself. A 26 age beautiful girl with a height of 5'6 inches dark brown eyes, long beautiful hair a professor of chemistry. Doesn't has a good relationship with family and has just one real friend.She lives in Jaipur alone. Loves to dance read books has no time for love. Her past is like her eyes dark. ARNAV THAKUR A rude, ruthless, workaholic mafia multi billionaire. He has everything one could ask for a good height of 6'3 inches, loving and supporting parents. CEO of THE THAKUR & CO. He gets what he wants but expect for one thing that is a mere girl whom he once saw ang got crazy for. Loves to work and bash out on people has crazy anger issues.

After one thousand years of cultivation, Su Minglan was this close to immortality-until a stray chicken ruined EVERYTHING. Now she's trapped in a broken story as the supposedly-dead villainess, with her soul shattered across multiple worlds and an overly enthusiastic System demanding she "fix the plot." Her solution? Maximum chaos. From faking her death and building an assassin empire, to becoming a mafia queen with a loyal puppy-husband, to unionizing ghosts against their king, to ruling her high school through perfectly calculated delinquency-Su Minglan brings villainous chaos to every world she enters. But as she leaps between realms, collecting fragments of her soul, she keeps encountering the same man with those haunting, familiar eyes. A man who seems to know her better than she knows herself. A man who's desperately devoted to her in every single world... What Su Minglan doesn't know: this isn't about fixing plots at all. ⚠️ CONTAINS: Shameless villainy, obsessive romance, a ML who expresses love through every pore of his body, multiple worlds of chaos, and one woman's vendetta against all poultry-kind. Something is broken in these stories, and she's going to fix it...in the most gloriously villainous way possible.

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?