Obssessed Stories

Vivien never thought her favorite mafia novel would become her prison-until she woke up inside it, trapped as the villainess fiancée who was supposed to die. She wasn't the heroine. She was the cruel woman who tormented Alina, the girl sold to Dante Moretti. A woman hated by everyone... and killed by the man she was promised to. But Vivien remembers every page. Every betrayal. Every heartbeat before her death. Determined to rewrite her fate, she avoids Dante and Alina, hoping to stay invisible. Only Dante doesn't look away. His icy gaze follows her like a predator's hunt. The cold, ruthless mafia king becomes dangerously obsessed-with Vivien She was never meant to be loved. Now she's his only desire. And in his world, obsession never lets go. At this point she wasn't running from the plot But his obsession.. ⚠️I claim this book is mine. If u didn't liked the storyline then please don't read. Don't be rude. Thank you⚠️

Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

Selena is the 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. The villain destined to lose her football-star boyfriend to the shy, innocent nerd. Everyone watches in silent awe as he replaces her in the name of love. It was the perfect fairytale ending, just like the movies... But not for long. Because this breakup awakens admirers long held back. Particularly one who's made her his quiet obsession: Noel Casper. The neglected genius assigned to be her tutor. What begins as study sessions develops into something neither of them expected-true friendship. Behind closed doors, Selena cooks him meals, upgrades his wardrobe, and supports his dreams. But to the outside world, Noel is just a boy being used by the mean girl, especially when they see him carrying her books and driving her wherever she needs to go. What they don't know is that Noel has been watching her for years. And the more Selena takes care of him, the more he becomes 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅. When his research catapults him to international success, the world suddenly reaches for the boy they once overlooked. Now Selena's ex is begging for a second chance, and the rival who started this all is determined to "rescue" Noel. But Noel doesn't want to be saved. He only wants one person. Selena. And he will do whatever it takes to ensure she never leaves his side. ─ ⊹ ⊱ ⊰ ⊹ ─ 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑩𝒆𝒆 𝒙 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: #1 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 #1 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗ess #2 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎

When your stepbrothers get obsessed with you. Romantic feelings so if you don't like these type stories please 🙏 don't read.

She thought the Queen Bee was the problem. She was wrong. At St. Jude's Private, nothing is accidental. Not the fall. Not the kiss. Not the way he stops choosing her. Someone is rewriting everything-quietly, carefully, perfectly. And the most dangerous person in the room...is the one helping her.

"𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭" The story of a girl who's lifestyle 360's with the help of a special someone who loves seeing her happy by Spoiling her. This Book belongs to me and should not be copied, recreated, or printed in any such way without notifying me first and giving me credit. If so I will have to take legal actions. Thank you. -GIMMESUMFACE Enjoy.

My Husband Is a Psychopath I am Anya Frances Von Hemsworth, born into power, wealth, and a life of freedom I had no intention of surrendering. But my parents had other plans. My marriage was arranged long before I understood what the word promise even meant- and the man waiting at the end of that promise is Nicholaus Henrik Vlatislov, a rising Soviet Army General... and the future President. I was Mischief. Reckless. Chaos. He was Discipline. Silence. Control. We were never meant to mix-until we were forced to. And marriage to him? It was supposed to be political. Practical. Not the beginning of my own personal nightmare. Because Nicholaus Vlatislov is not a normal man. One night, I saw him standing at the end of the hallway- his uniform soaked, his face dripping with blood. He smiled at me... that slow, terrifying, predatory grin. I blinked- And he was gone. Was it real? Or am I slowly losing my mind inside this cold, suffocating mansion? My life after the wedding becomes a prison made of marble and silence. No parties. No alcohol. No friends. No chaos. Just a dangerously calm husband who watches everything... and ignores my reckless acts as if he's waiting for me to break. But the more I try to escape him, the more I realize something horrifying- Nicholaus isn't ignoring me. He's studying me. Because the General of the Soviet Army did not marry for politics. He married for possession. Obsession. And for reasons darker than I'm prepared to understand. And now... my heartbeat doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to my husband- the psychopath I was forced to love.

Book #1 in Sinful Series RUDRANSHxAADHYA "Do you know what I do with traitors?" His voice was hard but shaky, like he was barely holding back his rage. I shook my head, fear gripping me as I tried to stay still. His lips twisted into a cruel smile, amusement mixed with malice. "I make them regret it," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. The knife hovered near my throat. My heart raced, each beat echoing my terror. I didn't dare move or breathe as his eyes searched mine for any hint of defiance. "But since you're mine, and I can't hurt you," he continued, his voice calm despite the heat of his breath, "I'll go after the one who dared to touch what's mine. He won't see the next sunrise." Tears filled my eyes, and I shook my head. A cold chill ran through me as his tone turned deadly. "I'll make him suffer," he promised darkly. "He'll beg for mercy, but by the end, he'll wish he never even looked at you." His lips brushed mine as he whispered, sending dread coursing through me. "And when it's done, you'll know how far I'll go to protect what's mine." I looked into his eyes, the horror of what was coming sinking in. There was nothing I could do to stop him. The storm was coming, and it would leave only destruction behind. Join Rudransh and Aadhya on their rollercoaster ride, where betrayal and mistrust threaten to tear them apart at every turn. In a world where loyalty is fleeting and the line between love and hate blurs, they must navigate the dark shadows of their pasts and the dangerous forces that conspire against them.

Six years ago, Natalia vanished. Lorenzo built an empire in the silence she left behind. Drank too little and worked too much and never once let himself believe she was gone for good. Now she is here, in his house, slowly remembering how to be alive, and he is learning the hardest thing he has ever had to learn. How to love someone from a distance when all you want to do is close it. Cariño - darling, in Spanish - is what he has always called her. She is only just beginning to understand why. He fell first. And harder. By the age of 14, Lorenzo Alvaro Moreno knew what he wanted. And that was Natalia. His Natalia. He was always for her.

When a mysterious killer started wiping out the city's prettiest, meanest, most scandalous girls, Eleo thinks she's safe. She's none of those things. She's just a clumsy, overworked college student with zero dating experience. That is, until she does something spectacularly dumb that inevitably put her in his path. Now, instead of living her quiet, peaceful life, she's dealing with: • ‌A ridiculously good-looking serial killer who won't leave her alone. • ‌Death threats that sound suspiciously flirty. And, Eleo's got two options: 1. Find out who the killer is before he "accidentally" falls in love with her. 2. Die. ...And dying sounds 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 inconvenient. 🚨 Not a tutorial. Do NOT attempt.

Ira Verma never imagined her new job would land her inside the cold, echoing walls of the Rathore estate-a mansion guarded by silence, secrets, and the brooding presence of the man she's been hired to care for. Devraj Singh Rathore, heir to one of the most powerful families in India, is feared by many and understood by none. Bound to a wheelchair after a brutal attack, he shows no emotion, no warmth... and certainly no interest in the woman tending to him. At least, that's what Ira believes. What she doesn't know is that behind his still gaze lies a storm-dark, obsessive, and dangerously fixated on her. He watches when she's not looking, collects pieces of her she never gave, and burns with jealousy every time his younger brother dares to flirt with her. But Ira has a life outside this mansion. A fiancé her family chose. A future she thought she wanted. Devraj is done pretending. And when obsession begins to crack through restraint, Ira must face a chilling truth: You can only run so far... when the one who craves you is already inside your world.

Abhiraj Singh Rathore-6'3 tall, dangerously handsome, with a cold and ruthless aura. He isn't a mafia, yet every mafia lord in London bows before him. As the powerful CEO of Veyora, a renowned clothing empire, Abhiraj is a man of iron will. Forgiveness doesn't exist in his world, and he never hesitates to eliminate anyone who dares touch what belongs to him. To everyone, he's merciless, heartless-but deep within, his heart beats only for one person... his little fire. Shivanya Shekhawat-5'3, delicate yet strong in her own way. Sweet, innocent, and full of dreams, she runs a cozy café in the city she always wished to call home-London. But she had no idea that with just one glance, she would awaken an obsession inside a monster who would claim her as his own. She was fire-reckless, bold, impossible to resist. He was calm-disciplined, untouchable, feared by all. Two souls from different worlds, never meant to meet. Yet destiny decided otherwise. What began as a stormy clash slowly transforms into something neither of them expected... love.

"Kshatveer! Ruko!" Yashvi screameed I didn't stop. I pinned him against the stone fountain, my hand around his throat. I wasn't a student anymore; I was a monster protecting its prize. I landed another blow, and another, until the boy's face was a mess of red. "Kshatveer! Tum usey maar daloge!" Yashvi was pulling at my arm, her small hands useless against my strength. I turned, my eyes bloodshot. "Get inside, Yashvi. Go to the classroom. Now." "Nahi! Tum pagal ho gaye ho-" "ANDAR JAO!" I roared. Yashvi's POV As soon as I saw him walking toward me-looking all calm and princely again after beating someone to a pulp-I lost it. My "elegant" mask shattered. "Teri MKC!" I screamed, the most foul, tapori abuse flying out of my mouth. "Pagal hai kya tu? Kyun maara usey? Wo sirf baat kar raha tha! Tu hamesha aisa hi karta hai, kutta, kameena, psycho-" Kshatveer's POV I was in front of her in a second. I slammed my hand over her mouth, pinning her against the wall. The smell of copper from my bleeding knuckles was between us. "No, baby... no," I whispered, my voice a dark, possessive melody. "No gande words. Not from those beautiful lips." #1 in bestfriend ( date - 5 feb 2026) #1 in slow burn ( 6 feb 2026) Kshatveer× yashvi grumpy × foul calm× violent dominant× dominant but not in front of him king × his bestie. obsessed × mad Get bitten and she bites Arrange marriage,arrange by him Psychotic ml Fierce fl

Isha Smith was just an ordinary book addict with a dangerous weakness for forbidden romance... until her favourite novel literally swallowed her whole. Now she's trapped in the body of Valeria Duclair-the breathtaking, powerful, and utterly doomed villainess destined to die at the hands of the man she chased so desperately. Armed with nothing but razor-sharp sarcasm, a encyclopedic knowledge of every overused romance cliché, and a fierce determination to live, Isha is ready to rewrite the entire tragic script. No more scheming. No more pearl-clutching jealousy. And definitely no dying for a man who never loved her. But rewriting fate isn't easy when the engagement to the cold, dangerously handsome Vincent Veyrault is already looming, Seraphina's infuriating angel-face innocence is stealing every spotlight, and two obsessively possessive brothers are circling like sharks who smell blood in the water. Can a sarcastic bookworm survive the deadly plot that killed the original villainess... or will she end up just as dead as the rumours promised? One thing's for certain: this time, the villainess refuses to play by the book.

📚 Silk and Smoke Where silk whispers and smoke lingers, their love story begins. She's couture and command. He's chaos in quiet. Together - they could rewrite fate... or set it on fire. Ivikaa Ambani - the heiress who stitched Paris into her bones and stitched shut her heart. "Silk drips from her touch, fire hums beneath her ribs - Ivikaa, the princess of Paris by design." Adwait Agnivanshi - a man molded by Mumbai's alleys and armed with silence sharper than any scream. "Smoke doesn't scream - it smothers. Adwait, born from Mumbai's cracks, raised in its shadows." Between the bruises of power and the hush of devotion, their story unfolds - slow, aching, inevitable. Because when silk meets smoke... something always catches fire. Tropes : Billionaire X Billionaire Rich X Royal Paris X Mumbai Eldest Daughter X Youngest Son Fashion Designer X 10th Fail Spotlight X Shadows Ambani X Agnivanshi Silk X Smoke No cheating Trope!

: ) 🖤 They were never ment to be together, but destiny has other plans. Kanishka Chauhan, a college student, studying PCM, 20 years old, with golden heart, but a little to bold. she fell for someone she was not allowed to even think of, her professor. Kunal Singh Rathore, a college professor, teaches mathematics, 27 years old, he has everything one can't ignore, strong muscles, perfect masculine body, everything, he never believed in love until she entered in his life. ~Tropes He fell first × She fell harder. Professor × Student. Obsessed MML , Possessive too. Bold FML. Gumpy×Sunshine. Content Guidelines: It is a 18+ story with mature scenes.

Nani gets lost in an abandoned forest and stumbles upon a strange mansion that shouldn't exist. Inside lives Sky-a silent boy who has spent his entire life in isolation, forgotten by the world. But the moment Sky sees Nani, something changes. He becomes obsessed... unable to take his eyes off him for even a second. And Nani soon realizes- leaving the mansion might not be the hardest part. Surviving Sky's attention is.

She survived seventeen years of being unwanted. She built a life from nothing. She was finally free. Then they found her. Fiorella Chiara Matthews was the only human born into a werewolf family - no wolf, no shift, no place at the table. Abused, neglected, and discarded by the very pack that should have protected her, she escaped at twenty and never looked back. Florence became her home. Silence became her armour. Survival became her identity. But the Blood Moon Pack has been dying without her. Her brothers are hollow with guilt. Her parents pray every night for one more chance. And Leonardo Russo - her fated mate, the Alpha who stayed silent while she suffered - hasn't slept a full night in three years. When Duncan finally brings her home, Fiorella makes one thing clear : she does not forgive easily. She does not trust freely. And she will not pretend that love, suddenly offered, erases years of love withheld. But something is happening to her. Flowers bloom where she walks. Wounds heal under her hands. And a woman with white hair and ancient eyes keeps appearing at the waterfall - whispering things that make no sense, and feel completely true. Fiorella was never just human. She was never less than them. She was always something the world wasn't ready for. And someone very dangerous has just figured that out. ✦ SLOW BURN ✦ VERY slow burn ✦ Obsessive ML who WORSHIPS the FL ✦ Healing FL who doesn't forgive easily ✦ Found family ✦ Broken family ✦ Redemption ✦ Moon Goddess ✦ Paranormal powers ✦ Pain ✦ Patience ✦ Love that is earned

"You don't like incomplete things." That's what he says the first time she meets him. Elara Whitmore is supposed to be studying the case, not becoming part of it. A high-profile murder. A man caught at the scene. Evidence that almost fits. Almost. Because he doesn't defend himself. He doesn't deny anything. And the more she looks, the less it makes sense. He was there. But he wasn't first. And somehow- He's already watching her. Noticing things he shouldn't. Saying things he shouldn't know. Acting like she was never random to begin with. At first, it feels like coincidence. Then it starts to feel like something else. Because this isn't just a case anymore. And he isn't just involved in it. He's involved in her.

UNTOLD LOVE The Rathore dynasty of Jaisalmer rules with an iron fist. In their world of shadows and absolute power, love is not a choice-it is a conquest. Advik & Diksha "Advik... please don't do this!" Diksha fell to her knees, hands folded in a desperate plea, her eyes bloodshot with unshed tears. "I warned you, Diksha," Advik replied, his voice a shard of ice. He gripped her arm, dragging her upward until she was forced to face his darkening gaze. "He is innocent... Advik..." she fractured, her last shred of hope withering. "He dared to look at what belongs to me," Advik whispered ruthlessly. "I do not share." He reached out with terrifying tenderness, tying back a stray lock of her hair and wiping her tears before calmly pulling the trigger. The gunshot shattered the silence as he shot Ruhan in the leg. "You are Diksha Advik Singh Rathore," he growled, dragging her toward the car while Ruhan's whimpers echoed behind them. "You belong to me. Only me." Armaan & Anika "You love someone else!" Armaan's fury exploded. He took a predatory step toward Anika, eyes burning with a decade of repressed rage. She retreated until she hit the wall, trembling. "Ar... Armaan, listen..." "Is this why you tried to run?" he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous silkiness. How could she tell him that the man she had loved for ten years was the one currently caging her? "Listen to me, Mrs. Anika Armaan Singh Rathore," he said, pinning her against the cold stone. He was so close she could feel the heat of his breath. "No one is allowed in your life but me. Don't you dare think of him. I would kill him, I promise." He leaned his head heavily on her shoulder, his silence claiming her soul.