Fatal Obsession
- Reads 197
- Votes 9
- Parts 2
MatureOngoing6m
Last published Sun, Oct 26, 2025
I never should've touched him.
That's what I tell myself when I find him bleeding out in the alley behind a coffee shop, the man who haunts the city like a shadow, the man whose name is whispered like a curse. He isn't supposed to need saving.
He isn't supposed to look at me like I've ruined everything by stepping in.
But I did.
And now he won't let me go.
"𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫."
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 { 𝓑𝔁𝓑 }
「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.
The King and Queen
It was simple. He need a wife and I needed protection from a crazy stalker ex boyfriend. Now there is no going back. I'm his wife now and he is my husband His Donna. My Don. * * * * "I will burn this whole fucking city down if i have to," he declared. I snake my arms around his neck as his hands found their rightful place on my ass. "Do you promise?"Complete
Bloody Business(mxb)
Abandoned at birth, Guy grew up in an abusive orphanage. Life in the orphanage had always proved to be an everyday struggle. Family love or any care a child needs when growing up was something he didn't even know existed. The orphanage bullies never gave him a break too. After realizing that no one in the world gave a fuck about him, he decided that he'd rather be on top of the food chain. By age 14 he was the most feared kid in the orphanage, even by the staff of the orphanage. At age 17 he was forced out of the orphanage and into the streets. He managed to make a name for himself which led to him being accepted into one of the new and growing gangs of the town, the Black Calamity Clan. ={Violence}= ={Human Trafficking}= ={Crime}= ={Gangs}= ={Drug use/addiction}= ={Rape}= ={Child Abuse}= ={Cancer}=Complete
Love You Endlessly
I will strip away all that you know, all that you love until you have no shelter but me "Please let me go" he begged looking at him with teary eyes how helpless he is all tied up by the person he hate the most "Why would i kidnap you if i wanted to let you go my dumb little mouse" he replied smirking _________ "You are my never ending though baby angel" _________Complete
Sugar & Sin | ✔
"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478Complete
UNDER HIS CONTROL
"It's funny how a small, foolish belief can either bloom into something that brightens your life... or destroy it entirely. That's exactly what happened to me- the boy who everyone looked at as if he were bad luck, a curse, a sin that should've never existed in this already damned world. But what happens when you start believing it yourself? When you're forced to witness the terrifying sight of a corpse in the pitch- black darkness? It didn't end there. Because of that so-called bad luck... I met you. You became my bad luck. You became my eternal curse. ⚠️Content warning: This story explores dark and sensitive themes. Please note that these elements do not reflect my personal beliefs or values, and nothing here is meant to romanticise toxic or harmful behaviour. If such topics make you uncomfortable, I sincerely recommend not reading it. And also, This is my very first book, and English is not my first language. There might be some grammar or spelling mistakes here and there, so if you notice anything feel free to let me know! I'd be more than happy to fix them and improve. 💕 Thank you for giving this story a chance - your support means the world to me! ✨ New chapter every Saturday🫶🏼
Veiled Fire | A Mafia Romance
"A knife. A kiss. And a contract neither of them can break." Anna knows three things: NEVER trust a man with a smile that dangerous, never let your guard down in enemy territory, and never-ever-mix business with desire. Rocco Marcello lives to break rules, especially hers. He's the enemy's right hand, the one man standing between her and her mission... and the one who shouldn't be able to get under her skin. But one night changes everything. A deal forces them into each other's shadows, and every glance, every touch, every whispered threat starts blurring the lines between loyalty and temptation. In a world where alliances shift like smoke and one mistake can get you killed, Anna must decide: Will she end him... or let him in? Because in this game, love isn't the risk. It's the weapon. Glimpse- Rocco's eyes lingered on the blade in her hand. "You always greet people like this?" Anna didn't flinch. "Only the ones I might have to kill." He laughed, low and dangerous. "Good to know I'm special." "You're not," she said, slipping the knife back into its sheath. "You're just in my way." He stepped forward until she could feel the heat of him. "And yet... you haven't moved me." Her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Not yet."
Kiss me After Midnight
Working the midnight shift at a rundown café was supposed to be temporary.. just until I could pay off my student loans and get my life together. Then HE walked in. Dark. Dangerous. Devastatingly handsome. And every night at exactly 11:47 PM, he'd order black coffee and sit at table seven until midnight, watching me like I held the answers to secrets I didn't even know existed. I should have known a man like Gabriel Cross didn't just stumble into my world by accident. Now I'm discovering that my quiet life was built on lies, my family isn't who I thought they were, and the mysterious stranger who makes my heart race? He's been hired to protect me from enemies I never knew I had. But when fake becomes real and protection turns to obsession, I have to decide: Is loving Gabriel Cross worth risking everything I thought I knew about myself? Some secrets are worth dying for. Others are worth living for. **Kiss me after midnight, and I'll show you the difference.**
「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.
More detailsContent Guidelines