The Algorithm of Obsession
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Last published Thu, Sep 25, 2025
He wasn't supposed to feel. She wasn't supposed to know. He wasn't supposed to break the confines. She wasn't supposed to accept.
It seems they were both good at doing what they weren't supposed to do.
A university student-lively, normal... until she isn't.
Confusion.
Bewilderment.
Curiosity.
She felt many things. But never fear.
Welcome to a world where he exists only for her.
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KILLER'S WEB
"Arturo, listen...." "Acid," he corrected. I waved it off. "Arturo, this has to stop," "What has to stop?" He asked nonchalantly as always. "This!" I swing my hand, gesturing between us. "We can't continue doing this. It has to stop. We can't be together. It is not right." He rolled his eyes. "I am older than you. There is a ten years gap between us, can't you see that?!" He shrugged. "Feels like ten minutes," I scoffed in disbelief. "Feels more like ten seconds," he said, adding to my frustration. "What the....are you even understanding the point i am trying to make right now?" He got on his feet, letting out at sigh. "Listen, Mami, I didn't have breakfast today because my belly and taste buds were craving something else." I furrowed my brows in confusion. What the.... "Can you do me a favor, get your hot self on that desk behind you and spread your legs so I can have an indecent breakfast?" 〽️〽️〽️ When twenty-five-year-old Arturo Giovanni, infamously known as "Acid," the stone-cold killer of the Vikings Mafia, set his eyes on his professor's new assistant, Annie Santiago, a thirty-five-year-old single, inexperienced, and old-fashioned beauty, something in his lifeless heart, which thrived on ending lives, stirred. He became obsessed, determined to make Annie his, no matter the ten-year age gap, the forbidden student-teacher connection, or his deadly reputation. 〽️〽️ Hey, Dark Romance😈
CURSED DESIRES
''CURSED DESIRES'' She was supposed to be just another experiment - a vessel cursed before birth, her life traded for power her parents could never control. He was supposed to be the silent sacrifice - cold, beautiful, bound in chains and shadows, with secrets carved into his bones. But when their eyes met in that lab of blood and broken gods, something woke up. Something ancient. Violent. Unstoppable. Now the world is burning behind them as they walk hand in hand into the dark, cursed by the very love that set them free. Because loving him means losing herself. And saving her means destroying everything. 🖤 In a world of monsters, curses, and corrupted desires, they choose each other - even if it ends in ruin. "We were never heroes. We were only ever our bad desires."Complete
Taunting the Stalker
He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"Complete
Vows of Obsession
She lived in a golden cage- Polished. Perfect, and Suffocating. The kind of life everyone envied but no one would survive. And then he came. Not as a savion. But as a predator. The moment his eyes found hers, the rules shattered. He didn't care about boundaries, bloodlines, or the cost of breaking her world part. He wants her Completely. Dangerously. Obsessively. And she knew from the very first day. He wasn't the kind of man you can escape. Because Once a predator marks his prey... It's already too late.
𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 ||18+
Any fantasy? Dark-" The words caught in my throat the moment I realized what I had almost asked. A man I had nearly killed minutes ago. The knife resting between us spun lazily over the hard surface of the car hood, metallic sound slicing through the silence after every turn. Seven rounds of truth. Seven times it had stopped at him. Not me.Him. Rain-heavy clouds crowded the sky above us while distant thunder rolled across the empty highway. He leaned back against the car as if none of this bothered him. As if the blade wound on his thigh wasn't still bleeding beneath his dark clothes. "Darkest?" he repeated slowly, a smirk tugging at one corner of his lips. My fingers tightened unconsciously around the handle of my knife.He noticed. Of course he did. "Going rough under a storm like this," he said without hesitation, his gaze lifting toward the dark sky around us. "Where she sounds wilder than the rain falling on us and-" . . "And-?" I asked before I could stop myself. His eyes returned to mine this time. Completely. "And... seven rounds." The way he said it-calm, shameless, certain-made heat crawl beneath my skin despite the cold wind brushing against us. "Why specific to seven?" The question slipped out instantly. . . His gaze darkened with amusement. "Mm..." A sharp hiss left his lips as he pressed his palm harder against the blade wound on his left thigh-the same wound I had carved there moments ago. . . His brows lifted teasingly before he winked. "Why?" His voice dropped lower. "You want more? Ten?" . . "Go to hell." . . The next second, my back pressed against the hard surface of the car hood while he stood over me, trapping me beneath him. . . "Why seven?" he whispered against my ear, his voice almost drowned beneath the storm. "From 06:55 PM till 11:56 PM..." His grip tightened slightly against my nape. "You said 'I hate you' seven times, Petal." . . "That's why." . . "And this time-the rain approved me" [ STUDENT PROFESSOR DARK ROMANCE]
𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬
••• "Just because I haven't touched you as a husband should, that doesn't mean I won't," he said, his voice low and menacing. Her knees felt weak, and she didn't dare move from where she stood, his presence overwhelming her completely. She could barely speak, her voice coming out in a soft, stammering whisper. "It-it wasn't anything like that. I swear... I" ~~~ ••• 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. To save her father's life, she made one vow: marry the coldest man in the city-and never fall in love. But monsters have hearts too. And his only beat for her. A Dark Forced Marriage Romance.Complete
SILENT DEVOTION 🥀
"He watched me bury the bodies. Then he left me a rose." After returning home to find her entire family slaughtered, she learns her tragedy wasn't random it was personal. A twisted admirer is lurking in the shadows, leaving her messages, gifts, and clues... all wrapped in blood and obsession. As the line between grief and madness blurs, she's drawn into a dangerous game - one where love isn't given, it's carved into skin. He says he's protecting her. He says they're soulmates. But love doesn't usually come with a body count. A dark romance of obsession, trauma, and the kind of devotion that should come with a warning label.
THE WIFE,THE MOTHER,THE PRISONER BOOK 1
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. ---Complete
"Arturo, listen...." "Acid," he corrected. I waved it off. "Arturo, this has to stop," "What has to stop?" He asked nonchalantly as always. "This!" I swing my hand, gesturing between us. "We can't continue doing this. It has to stop. We can't be together. It is not right." He rolled his eyes. "I am older than you. There is a ten years gap between us, can't you see that?!" He shrugged. "Feels like ten minutes," I scoffed in disbelief. "Feels more like ten seconds," he said, adding to my frustration. "What the....are you even understanding the point i am trying to make right now?" He got on his feet, letting out at sigh. "Listen, Mami, I didn't have breakfast today because my belly and taste buds were craving something else." I furrowed my brows in confusion. What the.... "Can you do me a favor, get your hot self on that desk behind you and spread your legs so I can have an indecent breakfast?" 〽️〽️〽️ When twenty-five-year-old Arturo Giovanni, infamously known as "Acid," the stone-cold killer of the Vikings Mafia, set his eyes on his professor's new assistant, Annie Santiago, a thirty-five-year-old single, inexperienced, and old-fashioned beauty, something in his lifeless heart, which thrived on ending lives, stirred. He became obsessed, determined to make Annie his, no matter the ten-year age gap, the forbidden student-teacher connection, or his deadly reputation. 〽️〽️ Hey, Dark Romance😈
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