Forbiddenobsession Histoires

Nazario De la Garza has spent most of his life far from the grand cage his family calls home, choosing labs and enforcement on the outskirts of Miami over the mansion that raised him. He prefers guns to politics, isolation to blood feuds, distance to the suffocating power of his father, Don Vasco De la Garza, despite being the heir to it all. He only returns because Vinicio, his brother, asked for single night and brotherly favor; for him to attend his proposal party meant to fix a shattered treaty. But the moment Naz steps inside the house he had abandoned, he meets the woman who will destroy whatever morality he has left. Ariadna Ramon. His father's notoriously gossiped-about wife. She's new. And she crashes into him drunk before the party even begins-blonde hair in disarray, blue eyes unruly, champagne on her mouth, rebellion in her pulse. Too young for the life she married into. Too reckless to pretend she wants it. Too tempting for a man who has spent years starving every impulse that makes him dangerous. One look at her, and something snaps inside him - catastrophically. Curiosity. Desire. Darkness. Ferocity. The ones he swore he'd never let himself feel. Naz was raised to inherit his father's empire - routes, orders, structures - but the trophy wife was never part of the inheritance. For a territorial man, crossing that line is instinct, but watching her belong to the man who made him is torture. While Ariadna is a woman seeking to reclaim the youth she traded for safety and status, Naz is a bastard trying to feel anything other than the slow spiritual decay that has haunted him since his mother's death. Together, they find liberation not in love, but in danger. Somewhere between manipulation and mania, they need each other with a hunger that is both addictive and agonizing. The problem never lay in actions, but in consequences. Because crossing Don Vasco De la Garza has always been a gamble that ends in a grave.

In a secluded town where secrets fester, Eleanor Graves, a woman with a troubled past, takes refuge in a decaying mansion inherited from a distant relative. But the house has a history drenched in blood-one that calls to her in whispers, luring her into forbidden truths. Enter Lucian Voss, a mysterious and dangerously alluring man who claims to know the mansion's dark secrets. Their connection is instant-obsessive, intoxicating, and lethal. But as Eleanor falls deeper into Lucian's embrace, she realizes he's not just a man; he's something far worse. The town warns her to leave. The shadows beg her to stay. And when the killings start again, Eleanor must decide-escape with her soul intact or embrace the darkness that has claimed Lucian's heart for centuries.

She was never meant to be his. Isha Mehra grew up sheltered, untouched by the darkness that ruled the world beyond her family's walls. At eighteen, she was meant to chase dreams, not be auctioned off to pay for her father's sins. But when the debt came due, there was only one way to settle it-her hand in marriage to the most feared man in the Russian-Indian underworld. Mikhail Gorbachev doesn't believe in love. He believes in power. A ruthless kingpin, a warlord draped in Armani, he takes what he wants and destroys what he doesn't. And now? He wants her. Marrying Isha was never part of his plan. But one look at his fragile little bride, and something in him shifts. Possession takes root. Obsession follows. She is terrified of him, yet drawn to the monster in ways she can't explain. He swore he would never love, but now he keeps a period tracker on his phone, marking every date that binds her to him. She was supposed to be a debt repaid. Instead, she became his addiction. And Mikhail never lets go of what's his. Look at her and die. Touch her and burn. Try to take her, and he will bring hell upon this earth. Because she is his little sunshine. And even the devil doesn't share the light.

Jasmine driven by love, or was it lust? No. It was love, but for a priest who has no feelings for woman but rather desires to do the will of God. Jasmine does everything in her power to get him, this cost the live of everyone she loved.

sᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ♡₊ °˖ 𝓐 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓲 𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 ˖°⋆₊♡ Love is supposed to be safe. But what if the person who makes your heart race is the same one who could destroy you? Amara Noor has a rule: never fall. Never trust. Never let anyone close enough to hurt her again. After everything she's endured, love is a luxury she can't afford. Then Ayaan Idris walks into her life. He's infuriating, reckless, and breathtakingly dangerous. The kind of boy who smiles like he owns the world-and somehow, her. Every glance, every word, every accidental touch feels like fire, a sweet poison she can't resist. They fight. They clash. They destroy each other. And yet, every argument leaves them craving more. Every secret they uncover draws them closer, even when they know it could shatter everything. Because some loves aren't soft. Some loves aren't safe. Some loves are like venom: irresistible, intoxicating... and deadly. Amara and Ayaan are about to find out that sometimes, the strongest love is the one that hurts the most. The Poison We Call Love - where desire is dangerous, trust is fragile, and love might just be the ultimate betrayal.

She was soft. Gentle. Innocent. He was ruthless. Dangerous. Unyielding. And yet... he couldn't stay away. To the world, he was obsessed. To him, she was divine. Every glance, every touch, every silent vow - it wasn't possession. It was worship. Pure, unshakable devotion. But love this intense comes with a price. And sometimes, innocence can be both a light... and a curse. What will happen when she will be married to him? Will her life be changed after that? Sunshine × grumpy Hate to love She fall first × he fall harder Age gap Arranged marriage 90s type love

Puja: "You're just a worker, Kartik. Why do you keep following me?" Kartik (smiling faintly): "Worker? Maybe. But you never asked what I do when the world sleeps." Puja: "I don't care. Stay away from me." Kartik: "If only it were that easy, Miss Sen. Every time your anklets ring, they call me. You call me." Puja: "You sound insane." Kartik (softly): "Maybe obsession looks like insanity... but you'll learn-what I want, I protect." Puja: "You don't even know who I am." Kartik (stepping closer): "I know enough. The teacher who believes in rules. And me-the man who was born to break them for you." Puja: "You think you can own me?" Kartik (with a dangerous smile): "No, Puja. I already do." Trops : Hidden Identity Obsession Possessive Love Teacher × Common Man Love vs. Power Ruthless Hero × Innocent Heroine Secret Protector Jealous Rival Past Trauma Double Life Slow Burn Forbidden Feelings Symbolic Object (Anklets) Soft Romance x dark Romance Touch her and die. Start With ANKLTES sounds end with bullet sounds knows for " ANKLTES : His pure obbession ." 💋✨❤️

𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆. 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆. 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒏. 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒅. The Dark Lord rules. Hogwarts obeys. Selene Vale should've bled for her bloodline. Instead - she was taken. Claimed by Draco Malfoy. A forbidden obsession. A war-drenched hunger. In a world where monsters wear crowns, she isn't his lover.

Genre: Dark Romance, Angst, Possessive Love, 18+ Forced into marriage with ruthless billionaire and mafia heir Jeon Jungkook, Y/N refuses to be just another possession. But Jungkook doesn't share what's his. As obsession, passion, and dark secrets collide, love becomes a dangerous game-one neither of them is willing to lose. A dark, steamy romance where power, desire, and betrayal intertwine.

genre: physiological romance , thriller , forbidden obsession setting: city: american San Francisco. A city where the fog hides more than just the skyline-it hides the truth. I entered the Drakov Mansion with logic in my mind and caution in my steps. I wasn't here to feel. I wasn't here to lose control. But then he looked at me. Shshank Drakov. A name that feels like danger. A man whose silence speaks louder than most screams. Cold, unreadable, commanding-yet his presence pulls me in like a storm I was never prepared for. I'm a behavioural physiologist. I study patterns. I decode minds. But his mind? It's a locked room filled with fire, and I've just stepped inside. There's something between us-something forbidden, something reckless. And the more I try to escape it, the more it wraps around me. Because some stories aren't meant to be understood. They're meant to be survived...