Obsessed Histoires

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]]

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⚠️

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.

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.

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.

He wasn't obsessed. He was just looking out for you. Thats what he kept telling himself. After all, you were just a basic girl who just happened to be his friend. Others around him however, recalled his actions quite differently... But were you concerned by his behavior? Did you bat an eye? Did you take Xenos warnings seriously? Of course not. Not at first. After all, his pretty face was just looking out for you. What harm could that possibly do? ------------------------ Started: 10/23/25 Finished: (not yet;) #1- Drstone 10/25/25 #5- Insane 10/27/25 #1-Stanleysnyder 10/30/25 #12-Anime 10/30/25 #4-Science 11/09/25 #1-Animexreader 11/11/25 #3-Yandere 11/14/25 #1-Obsessed 12/03/25 ------------------------

𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑, 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. Hᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴀs. Hɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs... ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ. Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ʀᴀʏ ᴏғ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀs ʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀᴇʀ. Bᴜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sɴᴜғғ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛ. Hᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs. Hello, welcome to Star✩! I have started writing yet another book, and I first need your opinion if I should continue, or not. So please, tell me what you think, it really helps! Enjoy this little greek boy being very intrigued by you.

From the moment Kanmani held his hand, Muthu's life revolved around her.She was his ,to love and to protect.This is a story about their love and obsession with each other.

Y/n- please don't beat me I will never try to run away i promise please Jimin- no no no why are you crying don't cry.this is your punishment take it like a good wife. ...... MUMMA! "Baby we are just playing hide &seek" What happens when you are helpless? Can you kill someone? Is someone can who loves you to the death? The pure heart can become venom? Or the story will end up being helpless? Notice -: ( In starting 2 parts have grammar problems ...so I would suggest you to be remain...or u guys can read from the 3rd part) It's just a fanfiction don't take it seriously don't hate anyone it's a imaginary story by author perspective.....and this is for what fanfictions made for from past 15 years.... sometimes Kylie Jenner, Ariana Grande, Justin Beiber, Kardashian family, selena gomez and many many more...so don't think like I'm throwing my anger or frustration fantasies on this bts ff.... because there are many even before BTS...so it's just a imagination that everybody made in their mind about somethings and I'm just writing to remember that

All she wanted was to watch epic battles between powerful gods and legendary humans. That's it. She binged Record of Ragnarok, loving the action, the dramatic face-offs, and the insane powers. The gods-like Thor and Poseidon-were majestic, and the human fighters-like Adam and Kojiro Sasaki-were a whole vibe. She loved it all. But when it ended, she had no idea what to do with herself. So, like any true fan, she dived into fanfiction. Tragic love stories? Absolutely. Forbidden ships between gods and warriors? Definitely. Emotional chaos? She gobbled it all up. Then she found that fanfic. The one where every character-gods and humans alike-died tragically. No happy endings, just heartbreak. Naturally, she roasted it. "I could write a better story with my eyes closed." Well, be careful what you say at 3 a.m. The next thing she knew, she was pulled straight into the world of Ragnarok. A woman labeled as the "villainess" (but more of a background character from the original) with dark magic and a terrible fate waiting for her. Enter: the System. A sarcastic, clingy voice in her head that's more like an annoying sibling than a helpful guide. Her mission? Stay alive. Don't get caught up in the drama. Keep her distance from the gods and human warriors. But fate? Fate didn't get the memo. Now, the gods and the human fighters-who were supposed to fall in love with each other-are tripping over themselves to win her attention. Flirting in the middle of battles. Sending gifts during war councils. Declaring their love like she's the greatest prize. The ships? Sinking faster than a sinking ship. The plot? Wrecked beyond repair. The girl who just wanted to survive? Out of her depth. Welcome to Ragnarok, where the gods and humans are falling for her, and the "villainess" is accidentally collecting lovers like it's her full-time job.

He would kill for her , he would burn kingdoms for her .But the one thing he can't do - is let her go .

𝗔𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝘅 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗸𝗮 "kyun kar rahe hain aap aisa ? Mera haath chhod dijiye, please!" she cried, her voice trembling as tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks. "Just shut your mouth and marry me," he growled without even glancing at her, his voice cold and final. Her body shivered at his tone. "M..mujhe dard ho raha hai," she whispered through sobs, the pain in her voice halting him for a moment. He turned to look at her-just for a second. Then, without a word, he lifted her into his arms. Startled, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. "Tumhari behen ki galti ki saza tum bhugtogii." His voice was low, bitter. And then he carried her straight to the pavilion. --- He never wanted love. He just needed a wife to fulfill a compulsion-a condition he couldn't ignore. But when his would-be bride ran away, he dragged her elder sister, Devika, into his storm. Devika, an abandoned bride herself, already struggling with her failing health, had no strength left to resist. She had stopped dreaming long ago. But fate had other plans. Read the story of two broken hearts-Abhay, driven by rage and responsibility, and Devika, drowning in silence and sorrow. Will their unwilling bond destroy them further? Or will they become the light that chases away each other's darkness?

Nani had managed to survive three years at his marketing job without anyone catching on to his small, harmless lie... that he was married, and that his imaginary three-year-old was the reason he occasionally left work early.

SANA RAUF Loving nature, trying to be jolly and kind to everyone.she hopes to find solace in her husband. HYZIN KAMRAN ALI Cruel and heartless suborn man on earth. Nothing in this world could melt his heart but HER. SHE WAS HIS EVERYTHING BUT UNAWARE OF IT HERSELF. HE WAS IN LOVE WITH HER WITHOUT EVEN HIS KNOWLEDGE.

He watches, stalks, but never interacts. His mysterious persona is compelling. Always dressed head to toe in black, commanding attention without uttering a word. He is what women yearn for. Men despise the desire, seeing competition where it is not evident. With his eyes devoid of any emotion, you would never perceive his calculating stares. His shallowness is undeniably intriguing, but figuring him out is equally, if not more, enthralling. However, I will unravel his complexity. In the end, the greatest illusion he maintains is not who he is-but who others believe him to be.

كل شيء كان يسير نحو الهاوية: والدٌ مفلس، تهديدٌ بالإبادة، وعرضٌ يُقدَّم بدمٍ بارد... هي. ‎فوجدت نفسها زوجة لرجل لا تعرفه، رجل تُهمَس باسمه الجُمل وتُخرَس بعده الأصوات ‎زعيم ميليشيا لا يرحم... ولا ينسى. ‎ ‎ظنتها صفقة. ظنته إنقاذًا. ‎لكن ما وُقِّع عليه في الظاهر... لم يكن إلا واجهة لشيء أعمق، أدهى، وأخطر. ‎ ‎لم يكن الإفلاس سوى البداية» ‎ولم تكن الضرائب سوى ستار. «‎فمن قال إن الصياد لا يخلق فريسته... بيديه؟ ‎ ‎ ‎| هاوان سيلڤاريا ‎|جيون جونغكوك ‎

Blackwood City - A Place Where Secrets Breathe The city was drowning in crime, with corruption lurking in every shadow. But one name ruled them all-Damien Vale. He was a ghost, a myth whispered in fear, a man no one saw but everyone obeyed. Those who tried to expose him? They disappeared. But what would happen if Selene, a petty yet fearless journalist, tried to uncover the truth? And how would she feel if she discovered she was nothing more than a scapegoat in this wretched game? /////////////////////////////////////////////////// Read to find out Updates : every Tuesday and sometimes bonus chapter on Sundays. #30 in journalist ( 11 April 2025 )

♡︎ 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌.

°ආදරයක්ද?.... උමතුවක්ද?....... යක්ෂයෙක් රකින දේකට අතක් තියන්න කලින් සියපාරකටවත් වඩා හිතන්න මොකද නැත්නම් හිතන්න වෙලාවක් නොලැබීම මරණය ළගට ඒවි......°

The past is a ghost, lingering in the shadows, and [Name] knows it better than anyone. Returning to Derry after years abroad, she finds herself face-to-face with the friends who once shared her childhood-and the ones who've never let her go. They think she's unaware of their watchful eyes, their growing obsession, but she's always been ten steps ahead. With the game set and her every move calculated, she's not the innocent girl they remember. Now, as they close in, [Name] is ready to show them just how much she's changed-and that she'll never be the fool again. Bowers gang x Fem!Reader (This is very self indulgent I couldn't handle myself)