Obssessed Stories

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⚠️

The dodder flower is naturally spoiled and mischievous, needing to cling to other plants to grow. The system tells him: being a vicious cannon fodder is a great job-few scenes, you can still bully others, and you're offline after your performance! The dodder flower spirit goes off excitedly, only to return tearfully: "They always hug me and nibble on my lips!"

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.

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.

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.

"She *was* your wife, but now she belongs to me. And I won't stand for a single insult against her-don't forget that." With a firm grip on Ruksana's hand, he walked away without waiting for a reply, her steps trailing helplessly behind him, as if swept away by the force of his will. ---------- He paced the room like a caged lion, his footsteps echoing off the walls. He wanted to set the whole world on fire, to watch it burn as he was burning inside. The pain was too much to bear, too much to endure. Today, his love had been shrouded in the veil of death; today he had witnessed her becoming another man's wife. If anyone could understand the depths of such agony, it was he. His phone rang, but without a glance, he hurled it against the wall with all his might. The phone shattered into a thousand pieces, mirroring the fragments of his own shattered heart. He collapsed onto his knees, tears streaming down his face. The pain was excruciating, the loss of his love almost unbearable. -------- She was about to leave when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Her back grazed the solid wall of his chest as he leaned in close. His breath tickled her ear, sending shivers down her spine. A kiss, feather-light, brushed against her cheek. "Listen to me," his voice a low rumble against her ear, filled with love and unwavering confidence, "this might sound crazy, but you are mine. No matter how far you run, you will always belong to me."

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

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

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.

I stood up and ran towards the mirror it was the same face I saw in the novel "Elenore Osmond Davin" ******* Elenore - why is he here ? Please please don't see me . Aein - did you miss me "mi lady" ******* Elenore - I will burned myself if you forced me to marry you? Aein - and I will burned this palace if you say no to marry me This story is about a girl Lia who accidentally died and reincarnated as her favourite novel "sylphia's journey" But irony is she is not the heroin but the vicious side charector who died by the hands of the side charector with whom she was obsessed . What will happen when Elenore (Lia) will successfully escape from the day she died. But mistakenly catch the attention of the side charector who is the most powerful mage ? Can she live her life peacefully when someone get obsessed with her whom she was trying to avoid? Best ratings - #1 in hate then love # 1 in black magic # 4 in Obsessed # 1 in Published # 3 in intrigue # 1 in Saint # 1 in Love rivals # 2 in Archangel #4 siren's

"Diba sabi ko sayo wag na wag mong uutusan si Kazzlyn. You have no rights." Sigaw ni Zyon. "At bakit hindi? Katulong siya dito, dapat lang na utusan yan. Ano gusto mo? Gawing reyna yan dito? Diba yan ang gusto mo? Gusto mo ikaw lang ang mag uutos. Écheis emmoní mazí tis, gi' aftó symperiféresai étsi." (You are obsessed with her, that's why you act like that.) Sigaw nito. "Den eínai dikí sou douleiá." (It's none of your business) Madiing sabi ni Zyon. Tapos bigla ito umalis, sa kusina pala pupunta. Pag balik nito may dala itong gunting. "Anong gagawin mo?" Kabadong sabi ni Calandra. "Watch me!" Nakangisi nitong sabi. "Mom!!" Tili ni senyorita Calandra. "Z-zyon, tama na yan." Mahina kong sabi, ngunit hindi ito nakinig. Inangat niya ang dress ni senyorita Calandra at ginupit niya ito ng dahan dahan. "Mom!!" Sigaw ni senyorita. "Mom, si kuya!" Pasigaw nitong sumbong. Yung pag gupit na ginawa niya ay hindi naman sabog sabog duktong dukto pa rin ito ngunit gupit gupit na. "This is yours, right?" Sabi ni Zyon tapos lumapit kay senyorita. Nakakuyom naman ang kamao ni senyorita habang nakatingin ng masama sa kuya niya at sakin. "Lamunin mo!" Galit na sabi ni Zyon at inihampas sa muka ni Calandra ang dress. "Next time, try to disobey me again, hindi lang yan ang aabutin mo. Plus, don't interfere in my business, ever again." Galit nitong sabi. "Óchi i Kazzlyn mou." (Not my Kazzlyn.) Napangiti si senyorita kahit galit ito sabay iling. "You're crazy."

She knew him well and he knew her as well. They hated eachother but what if those hatred become into longing eachother? Are they going to break the laws or break themselves for the laws? Soon......

୧୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄... 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓? 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄, 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄... 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄. 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄. ୨୨ ➥ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝘒𝘐𝘠𝘖𝘛𝘈𝘒𝘈 𝘈𝘠𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘒𝘖𝘑𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌, 𝘒𝘜𝘙𝘈𝘐 𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘡𝘜𝘒𝘈. ➤ ୧୧ 𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔... 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐈? 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑. ୨୨ ─ 𝘒𝘜𝘙𝘈𝘐 𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘡𝘜𝘒𝘈 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘒𝘐𝘠𝘖𝘛𝘈𝘒𝘈 𝘈𝘠𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘒𝘖𝘑𝘐 𝘪𝘯 𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌; 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘡𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘌𝘔𝘉𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘌.

He has been obsessed with her since childhood. But she hated him. ✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙ when she came to Mumbai's best college for higher studies she meets the guy she hated in school. but little did she know that he is her favorite singer. Her obsession. ✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙ He always annoyed her to keep her close. But she never cared about him. So he left the school and made his name in the music industry. He became a singer with a mask and billions of fans. But he never forgets her. Now when his father Sent him to complete his studies in Mumbai he found her. ✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙✮⋆˙

She didn't fall in love the normal way. She studied. From the first film she watched, the actress became a constant-her voice memorized, her gestures cataloged, her interviews replayed until every smile felt personal. The girl told herself it was admiration, then inspiration, then destiny. That was the lie she learned to live with best. She entered the acting industry not for fame, not for art, but for proximity. To stand on the same sets. To breathe the same air. To watch the actress between takes, unguarded and real, and convince herself that closeness could be earned through patience and precision. She learned how to disappear into background roles, how to linger just long enough to be noticed but never questioned. Her obsession is quiet, disciplined, almost reverent. She doesn't want to be her-she wants to understand her. To observe the way she laughs when the cameras are off, the way exhaustion softens her posture, the way loneliness flickers behind practiced confidence. Love, to her, is not possession. It's proximity without permission. And the closer she gets, the harder it becomes to tell where admiration ends and obsession begins- or whether the actress, slowly and unknowingly, is beginning to look back.

When two boys-Ha-neul and Seo-jun-collide in a crowded school hallway, neither of them knows that moment will quietly rewrite their future. Ha-neul has spent nearly three years being pushed aside, blamed, and broken down by people who needed a target. Once, he had friends. Now, all he has are rumors-lies spread so easily they destroyed his name overnight. Fake pictures. Cruel whispers. Being treated like he was nothing more than a mistake that existed to be used and discarded. Invisible when convenient. - Blamed when useful. - Bullied when helpless. Seo-jun, on the other hand, stands at the top of the school hierarchy-popular, respected, admired. More known than Ji-hoon. More untouchable than anyone else. Someone people follow without question. Two completely different worlds. But when Seo-jun meets Ha-neul, something shifts. A simple accident turns into stolen glances. Curiosity becomes concern. And slowly, the walls Ha-neul built to survive begin to crack. For the first time, someone sees him-not as a rumor, not as a tool, but as a person worth protecting. Sometimes, it only takes one person to change everything. And sometimes, the future begins with a single, unexpected collision.