Psycho-thriller Stories

Ayana Yusuf has spent her whole life trapped in a house that hates her. A forgotten daughter. A living ghost. A girl raised on bruises, silence, and cold floors. Wicked relatives, greedy siblings, a father who hated her, and a stepmother who ruled with malice-none would suspect that the girl they tormented would be their worst nightmare. No one saw her suffering. No one cared. Except him. Long before Ayana ever learned his name, he was already watching her. A shadow in the hallways. A silhouette behind the garden windows. A presence that made her heartbeat stutter in fear... and something else. He saw every scar she hid. He heard every sob she swallowed. He memorized the way she broke- and he memorized how he would put her back together. But Zayd Morano was not a saviour. Saviours don't stalk the girls they want. Saviours don't bleed for them. Saviours don't whisper poetry about burning the world just to warm her frozen bones. "Ayana," his voice crawled into her dreams, "Don't try me,I'm not burning the world alone ,I'll burn you... and write poetry with your ashes ." She tried to run from his darkness. She tried to escape the eyes that followed her everywhere. But you can't outrun a man who learned your soul before he learned your name. Zayd is the storm she never asked for- the kind that destroys first, then rebuilds with blood on his hands. The kind that would burn her, ruin her, shatter her, and still write poetry with her ashes. Who is he to her? A stalker? A savior? A curse? Or the only man who ever truly saw her Because in Zayd's world, what is broken is his to rebuild- what is hunted is his to claim- and what he loves... he never loses. This is not a love story. This is a dark romance of trauma, obsession, vengeance, and the girl who didn't know she deserved a life outside pain. She was the curse they whispered about. But she is also the storm they never survived.

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.

She thought she was free. Until a billionaire and his daughter saw her - and decided she was theirs. One wanted a wife. The other wanted a mother. Neither asked if she agreed. They watched her for two years. Followed her every move. Until one day, they flew across the world and bought her future - with smiles, paperwork, and charm that smelled like roses but felt like chains. Now, she sleeps in silk sheets she didn't choose. Wears clothes she didn't buy. Answers to a name she didn't earn. Every touch is a test. Every night is a transaction. And every whispered "I love you" is a warning. She hides pills beneath her tongue. She dreams of running. But there is no escape - only a cage made of wealth, obsession, and unbearable intimacy. Because he doesn't just want her body. He wants her compliance. Her mind. Her loyalty. Her womb. And when the daughter discovers the truth - she doesn't cry. She accuses. Now the doors are locked. The smiles are gone. And the only thing more terrifying than being watched... is being needed. This isn't love. This is possession with a wedding ring. This is family, twisted into obsession. This is what happens when a girl becomes the answer to someone else's madness. ---

~ SEQUEL TO TOO MANY BROKEN THINGS ~ The beginning of the new school term is far from anticipated when a number of final year students are planning to resume with sharp bladed knives and bullet filled rifles hidden cautiously in their back pockets. Figuratively speaking, of course. When the New Year Resumption opens with a suffocating air of terror and tension latched around the throats of some students of Castron High, they are left to walk around eggshells with each other, hoping that they will be able to make it through the year in one piece. However, fate has other plans for them as these teenagers are prone to inevitably getting their hands dirty. While friendships are still on the line, Dabeluchi Orji resumes the year with her new 'aura' being a slap to people's faces and the events of her life scripted according to the version she prefers in her head. Marcus Acha is adjusting to his new reputation in Castron High, alongside a barrage of consequences from Home, but he is not done messing his live up over his Love. He dives into playing with fire and putting his life on the line as he goes out on a premeditated quest against of the most dangerous men in the country. After all, all is fair in the game of Love, and soon, dirtier tricks are played, nastier controversies are arising, death threats are following, and Marcus - along with the Igbo Sisters - are setting themselves up for deadly brutal consequences. More than they could have ever bargained for. In a world where Home is Hell, friends are now foes, Love is a gamble, the line between reality and illusions are blurred, and High School is a like a cult, a messed up society of twisted hierarchy and a toxic pecking order, twelve teenagers are falling apart. Only a Monster can break a Monster. But who can fix one?

William has always carried shadows he cannot name, memories that bleed into his dreams, fragments of another life he doesn't understand. As a police officer, he faces crime with steady hands, but when the murders begin to mirror something disturbingly familiar, the past he never lived begins to unravel before him. Est, a psychologist with a keen eye for secrets, is drawn to William in ways he cannot explain. Every glance, every silence between them feels like a story unfinished, like they've met before, in another world where love and tragedy were bound together. But their reunion is not unnoticed. A copycat killer lurks in the dark, obsessed with William's hidden past and determined to drag him back into it. As truths are unearthed and dangers close in, William and Est must face not only the shadows around them, but the ones buried in their hearts. Can love survive when it is haunted by yesterday's sins? Dive into the story and find out!!! CONTENT WARNING ⚠️️⚠️️ This story contains themes and scenes that may be distressing to some readers, including: Violence and murder (investigation, copycat killer), Trauma, grief, and emotional distress,Psychological manipulation, References to suicide ,Mentions of blood and crime scenes. Although the focus is on healing, love, and emotional connection, please read with care and take breaks if needed.⚠️️⚠️️

🌷✨🎀 𝗦𝗮𝗴𝗮 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗩𝗮𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗵𝗶 𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗣𝘂𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗩𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘁.....🌷✨🎀 --- "In the heart of New York stands a mansion the world calls The Hell - where silence screams and beauty bleeds. He is Purushottam, the man whose power commands fear and whose eyes hold storms. She is Vaidehi, the bride who stepped into his world thinking it was a home - only to find herself caged in a paradise of nightmares. Between his obsession and her innocence begins a tale that blurs the line between love and cruelty. Because in The Hell, even tenderness can be a weapon... and escape is just another illusion."

The heirs of high society may be filthy rich, but they're morally bankrupt. Vengeful girls, guilty boys, broken hearts. Welcome to St. Helios Prep, where they teach wealth, risks, and the art of breaking hearts.

❝if loving him makes me a lovesick, then let me be.❞ ⋆˚࿔𝜗𝜚˚࿔⋆ when 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 stepped into his new job, he expected structure, normalcy―a quiet life. he didn't expect 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤. flawless on the outside. untouchable in every way. a man so revered, they called him 𝐦𝐫. 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭. but behind the pristine smile and silk-threaded charm, lies something far more dangerous―something feral. jungkook doesn't fall. he descends. slowly, deliberately―dragging taehyung with him. no matter how hard taehyung resists, every step away from jungkook only leads him further into the web. a web of obsession. of silent longing and unspoken promises. of sleepless nights, stolen glances, and a hunger so dark it borders on ruin. jungkook doesn't want to own taehyung. he wants to claim him. not as a prize. as a bond. as a madness. as something eternal. in 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊, the journey isn't easy. it's dark. irresistible. possessive. deeper than love―twisted like fate. a sickness with no cure. and once you're in, there's no way out. ⋆˚࿔𝜗𝜚˚࿔⋆ ᥫ᭡ a south-indian movie: 𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀 𝟐―inspired taekook version fanfiction. ╰─▸ ❝ @author_yin

The city is scared for their life no one dared to go out at night. Because of a killer and no one knew how he really looked they just knew he wore makeup to look like a clown and craved a smile on his victims chest. b×b Vmin Yoonmin Violence A HALLOWEEN 🦇 STORY HOPE YOU ENJOY

In a city where shadows hide more than just crime, lives of some friends and an innocent mother collide in a dangerous psychological game. A man revered as a superhero. A man dismissed as hopelessly weak. A sage who speaks in chilling riddles. And a terrifying taantrik who seems to understand the darkness in everyone. As their paths cross, a disturbing mystery unravels, forcing them to confront their own identities. In a world of masks and manipulation, they discover that the line between hero and monster, or protector and predator, is thinner than they could ever imagine. Who is the Rakshak... and who'll save him when The Rakshak himself needs saving? Find out in this psychological story of love, friendship, betrayal and epic sacrifice.

Here, Taehyung is the CEO of THV Enterprise and YN is an employee of THV Enterprise. Now both of them crossed their ways forbidden way. But is this the real truth or have they crossed paths before but they don't realise it yet? Here's present Fate's Desire. #3 - first kiss (out of 4.21k stories)

A twisted tale of love, deceit, and revenge. When Austin's past comes back to haunt him, he'll realize the truth is far more sinister than he ever imagined. But is Austin the victim, or is he hiding a darker truth? Dive into the mind of a master manipulator and uncover the shocking twist that will leave you questioning everything.❤️‍🔥

There is at least four people living within the home of my mind. This means that my story is told in subsections. Subsections detailing events I never went through myself but somehow go through to ensure that somebody else accumulates the parts of me which are irrefutably the most necessary for survival. The only way in which I ensure that I don't go bankrupt from insanity, is to push the reality that these people who I so desperately keep alive in my mind are only fragments of myself in the molded clay sculptures of the last time I saw their reflection.

In the restless heart of Mumbai, Zara Kapoor, bright, impulsive, chronically late, enters a criminology workshop expecting lectures and case files, not danger stalking her every move. But the city's shadows tighten around her when coded notes, symbols, and a silent watcher begin circling her life with unnerving precision. Rishi Malhotra, brilliant and difficult, becomes her reluctant partner as the clues draw them into a web thicker and darker than either expected. And somewhere between late night talks, stolen moments of honesty, and the eerie sense of being followed, an unexpected closeness sparks, quiet but undeniable. As the mystery deepens, the lines between fear and trust blur. Every clue seems planned, every message personal, and every step takes them closer to an unseen puppeteer hiding in plain sight. Mumbai's crowded streets pulse with secrets, and Zara can't help wondering, is she being hunted... or chosen? Either way, she won't face it alone. Not anymore.

Zara, a therapist with a two-year memory gap, meets a patient whose dreams seem to coincide with real unsolved crimes. But when he hands her a journal of the murders... in her own handwriting, she realises she may not be the person she thought she was. Author's note: So, this is apparently my first "serious" book. You'll probably thank me when it's over... or hate me. But probably in a nice way.

By day, Elias Thorne was an Architect of Infrastructure, a man whose wealth came not from flash, but from deep, strategic investments in logistics and secure data networks. He managed his empire from a minimalist office suite overlooking the financial district, projecting an image of quiet competence, almost boredom. He was a master of routine: bespoke tailoring, a specific high-quality dark roast coffee, and meetings that ran exactly on time. This persona was his camouflage-the perfect, unremarkable surface that hid the terrifying function beneath. He had perfected the art of observing the world without ever truly engaging with it, making him an invisible, highly effective predator. Until he met her.

Skye Mizuki Hoshinaga lives two lives. By day, she's a surgical student-quiet, diligent, unassuming. By night, she's a predator who hunts the arrogant and self-obsessed, savoring the fear in their eyes and the sound of their desperate pleas. Killing isn't just her secret-it's her joy, her addiction, her way of feeling truly alive. Lucian Vladimir Zverev is the university's golden boy-civil engineering prodigy, star athlete, magazine model. But beneath the charm is something far darker. He hunts women who fit his perfect, twisted ideal. Each kill is a reminder of the past he can't escape. Two hunters. One campus. When fate brings them face-to-face, they recognize something dangerous in each other-the same hunger. But in this game of blood, will they fight for dominance... or join forces to become every nightmare's nightmare?

Each tale howls with its own madness. Twisted, obsessive, and stained with shadows. Where love fractures into blood and obsession and every story screams its own dark truth~

Zhanyi FF / Non FF සෑම දුෂ්ටයෙකුම ඔහුගේම කතාවෙහි වීරයෙකි!!...✨️

Dwayne, the celebrated two-time PWR Champion, embodies perfection. Faisal is the brutal sadist who sees perfection as a weakness to be annihilated. ​This is a story where unapologetic love and resilient beauty clash against absolute, destructive hate. Dwayne must survive the ultimate physical violation to prove that his spirit, and his scars, are stronger than the monster who tried to claim them. Themes: Psychological Horror, Extreme Physical Agony, The Power of Love vs. Hate, Body Worship and Violation, The Ultimate Price of Glory, Boys Love