Obsessed Stories

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⚠️

Impressive Rankings: #1 in Royal (23/12/25) #1 in oppositeattracts (23/11/25) #1 in CEO (9/11/25) #1 in wattpadindia (27/10/25) #1 in Arrogant (17/08/25) #1 in Rajasthan (26/07/25) ------------------------------------- A Man.. Vayansh Singh Rathore As his name suggest he is the epitome of power, strength and most precisely danger. He is the crown Prince of jaisalmer and the future king. People tremble in fear if he looks at their way. Rumours says he even rules the underworld as much as the land of Rajasthan. He neither believe in love nor loves anyone.. A Girl.. Aarohi Jaiswal As her name suggest she is completely opposite to vayansh. She is sweet just like a sweet melody. She is carefree and a little bit clumsy. She firmly believes in love and loves everyone around her. A Devil and an Angel.. One Fire and one Ice What will happen when they will meet? Will he come to love her? ________________________________________ *A little mature content* Anti-Hero MMC

I love pink. He loves red. I crave strawberry milk. He craves... an HEIR?! I am just a normal college student. I like coding (badly), cute ribbons, and justice. My biggest problem was supposed to be passing Theology class. But I don't know how I ended up with a heavy diamond ring on my finger. One moment I was trying to hack a bad guy's phone, and the next, I was signing a contract with the Devil himself. Now, I live in his fortress. He treats me like a princess, but he looks at the world like he wants to burn it down. And the worst part? He keeps talking about his "Legacy." He wants a baby. RIGHT. NOW. Excuse me, Sir? I have midterms next week! Does the baby come before or after my exam?! Is it Stockholm Syndrome if the villain is your husband? Asking for a friend.

Selena is a mean girl, the villain destined to lose her hot-shot boyfriend to the shy, overlooked nerd. Everyone watches in silent awe as he replaces her in the name of love. It was the perfect fairytale ending, just like the movies... But not for long. In real life queen bees don't lose so easily, and for Selena, this breakup evokes the attention of admirers long held back. Particularly one who's made her his 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. One who grows to be far more successful than her ex...and far harder to resist. ─ ⊹ ⊱ ⊰ ⊹ ─ 𝑯𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑯𝒊𝒎 𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒆 & 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 #1 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 #1 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗ess

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]]

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.

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.

🎀#30 When your Husband is too much Possessive and Dominating guy,Will he ever change himself?

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☀︎︎𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈☀︎︎ #3 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒖 #4 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊 #12 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂 #20 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 "Leave my hand, it's hurting."Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to get rid off of his deadly grip on her wrist. "Why? When he holds your hand you don't tell him to back off, Huh?" Tightening his grip on her, Murad seethed. The pain which he was causing her was intolerable, tears fell down from those hazel orbs on her pale cheeks as she wished for a certain pair of sea blue eyes to come and save her from this tormentor. "He is my husband! He has every right on me as I have on him." Hazaan yelled at him as anger started welling up in her body, slowly replacing the fear. "Oh, Accha. Now, he is your husband then who am I to you? Did you forget what we had.." the words got strangled in his throat and a loud noise took place in the room making a pin drop silence which shocked the daylights of Murad as he never expected the timid, extrovert and bubbly girl to strike him hard, across the face. "You were a mistake and you'll always be one! I was so blind in your trap which you called 'love' to not see a cold blooded brute." Hazaan gritted out the words not knowing what the outcome of her honesty would cost her. Fury and rage was all he felt towards her. He jerked off his grip on her and pushed Hazaan to the wall harshly, making her yelp as her head started throbbing in pain. Murad wrapped his fingers on her throat and pressed his fingers more firmly which caused her to squirm in his hold for the oxygen. His next words were not for which Hazaan was prepared for. "You are mine Hazaan! YOU.ARE.MINE. If I can't have you then no one can..." were the last words heard by her before everything went black.

Ye Joon died and got reincarnated into the body of a villain who's destined to die at a young age. But Ye Joon was no pushover idiot. Warning: Rpe, imprisonment, obsessive/yandere characters. This book is NOT romanticizing these things. I wrote this book based (half) on my experiences! ______ For Anyone wondering, this is a reupload cus wattpad removed the og one. (better grammar and plot ig)

At Velmora University of Prestige & Power, legacies are everything. Power is inherited. And weakness is never forgiven. Alexander Laurent owns the campus without trying. Cold, calculated, heir to an empire built on dominance - he doesn't chase, he conquers. Vivienne Sinclair doesn't bow. She rules in silence, draped in elegance and sharp enough to cut through anyone who dares underestimate her. The moment their eyes meet, something dangerous ignites. Not love. Not yet. War. Because their families are rivals. Their friend groups are enemies. And pride is far more powerful than attraction. But in a place where secrets hide behind marble walls and loyalty comes with a price... hatred starts to feel a lot like obsession. They were never supposed to fall. Especially not for each other. But at Velmora, the most dangerous battles aren't fought in public- They're fought between two hearts that refuse to surrender..... -Friend Group Rivalry -Campus Scandals -Jealousy Arc -Public Rivalry, Private Chemistry -She's Ice, He's Fire -Almost Kiss Moments #EnemiesToLovers #EliteUniversity #DarkAcademia #PowerCouple #SlowBurn #RivalFamilies #MorallyGrey #OldMoney #CampusDrama #Obsession ||TRIGGERS|| •Strong language •Family conflict •Emotional manipulation themes •Jealousy •Mild violence (optional) •Toxic dynamics (growth arc included HEY! it's my first time uploading my work... I hope you'll love and support as much as you can!!!

They say opposites attract, but what happens when the intoxicating thrill of attraction wears off, and reality sets in? Will the intense passion and excitement between the two ignite a lasting love, or will their differences tear them apart? Follow along the journey of two completely different souls - Rudra Singh Rathore: A handsome, ruthless business man who gets what he wants. A treat for the eyes truly but what most people don't know is his anger issues and possessiveness. Anika Shekhawat: A beautiful orphan girl who is the most sweet and selfless person you'll ever meet. The soft heart she has cannot handle anyone's anger. This story contains explicit and mature content. You have been warned! (18+)

Just like every dangerous story, this one too began with power. And her. She never meant to be part of his world. But fate doesn't ask before placing you on a chessboard. She worked under him. Under Kim Taehyung. The man people whispered about. The man cities feared. The man who never repeated himself twice. And yet- Here she was. Standing in his private office. Close. Too close. The air smelled of leather, expensive cologne, and something darker - authority. "Even though you're sitting in front of me," he said slowly, voice low and controlled, "have you forgotten that you work under me?" His dark eyes didn't leave her. They dropped to her small fist clutching the front of his shirt. Tightly. As if she had the right. Her breath hitched. She quickly loosened her grip but didn't step back. "I'm sorry, sir," she whispered softly. "Shall I see it, sir... please?" She wasn't looking at him. She couldn't. Her eyes moved around the room instead - avoiding the intensity of his stare. That only amused him. A slow smirk curved his lips. He leaned back slightly in his chair, watching her like one studies something fragile. "Where, Y/N?" he asked, voice smooth... almost teasing. She pointed hesitantly toward the far wall. "The pictures... on the wall." Her innocent eyes wandered over the framed photographs - black and white shots, city skylines, abstract art... and a few older ones no one dared to ask about. She stepped closer to the wall. Careful. Curious. Unaware of the storm she stood inside. Taehyung watched her every movement. Most people entered his office trembling. She entered distracted by art. That alone made her different. "You're not afraid of me," he stated calmly. She paused. Then turned slightly. "I respect you, sir." Not fear. Respect. --- See? • He's dominant without shouting. • She's innocent without being weak. • The tension is subtle. • The dynamic is clear: power imbalance, but emotional depth.

~A billionaire who hates noise. A rowdy girl who carries storms inside her. An arranged marriage that neither of them wanted... yet can't walk away from~ ALAGAR Adhiyaman - 30, is a silent, controlled Indian billionaire who builds empires without noise or chaos. His world is measured, predictable, untouched by anything that disturbs the calm fortress he lives in. YAUVANI Andal Kannan - 20, is his opposite - rowdy, loud, impulsive, unapologetically alive. A girl with hidden scars, bruised by her own family that never saw her worth. She wants freedom, not marriage. He wants silence, not disruption. But their families bind them in an arranged marriage neither asked for. What they expect is disaster. What they find instead is a fragile, unexpected comfort; and slowly, they begin adjusting, molding themselves around each other. A silent man learning to feel. A chaotic girl learning to be heard. Two wounded souls slowly become each other's safest place. But when Yauvani uncovers a life-changing secret her parents hide about Alagar and Alagar's past also rises to the surface; the fragile bond between them begins to crack. Will their arranged marriage survive the storm of Alagar's past, secrets and her parents' betrayal; or shatter before they can love and heal each other? Will Yauvani fight her inner demons, choose forgiveness and accept Alagar's truth? Or will Alagar let Yauvani go, breaking free from his silent, patterned world? Can love and acceptance really bloom between a man who barely speaks, avoids chaos; and a girl who is chaos? Let's dive into the depths of an arranged marriage bound by fate. ... Tropes: Arranged Marriage Billionaire Romance Opposites Attract x Age Gap Second Chances x Healing Love After Marriage. Possessive Alpha Male x Rowdy FL THIS BOOK IS EXCLUSIVELY AVAILABLE ON AMAZON KINDLE UNLIMITED Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

Three years ago, Lemi Reuse did the unthinkable. At eighteen, the rising pop star didn't just fall in love-she eloped with Gage Radcliffe, a rookie detective with a sharp jaw and a protective streak that made her feel invincible. For a few blurred, perfect months, she wasn't a global brand; she was just a girl in love. ​Then, Gage vanished. No note. No goodbye. Just a hollow space in her bed and a heart shattered under the blinding glare of the paparazzi. ​To the world, she's Lemi Reuse: the pop sensation who has it all. To Gage Radcliffe, she's just Lei-the girl who promised him forever in a courthouse at midnight. She spent years building a wall of fame and platinum records to keep the world out, but when a stalker brings her world crashing down, the only man who can save her is the one she never wanted to see again. ​Gage is back, and he's no longer the rookie detective she married. He's colder, harder, and carries the weight of a secret that could destroy her. As they prepare for the biggest performance of her career, the line between "protection" and "obsession" blurs. Lemi has to face the ultimate gamble: Is he here to protect her, or is he just back to shatter her for good?

A marriage of Deception. Both tangled in many lies, both polar opposites entangled in desire for power and revenge. One is sweetest destruction- Adira Ranawat, a name that's to shifts crowds. And one basked in power- Daksh Singhaniya, power bows to him. She was a Rose he hated, he was a stepping stone for her brewing revenge. But what happens when deception crumbles and lies entangle more? What happens when stepping stone break and rose is withered? What happens when she ignites his cold hell? What happens when she becomes - Fire to his Hell

''I'm Anna Russo and What ever I want I get...I'm the Italian mafia Queen'' ''Be ready because I have laid my eyes on you..''~ For those who like to read a book full of madness and psycho behaviors of male lead! oh baby hold the horses because I'm very updated now I'm gonna show how the real obsession looks like

Years of rough upbringing did nothing to weather Elaine. She stayed upright, optimistic and true, facing down all odds with a kind heart and level head. She believed that no matter your position in life, you were able to better yourself and those around you. That is, until her past creeped back, looking dangerously charming and harboring an intensity that bordered insane. When pitted against impossible odds in a game she never knew she was playing, Elaine must search for not only a bright side in a cavern that looks all too dim, but an escape from the clutches of the one man refusing to step away from her glow. -- Obsession is dark, dirty, and dangerous, but when given time to fester, it becomes something uncontrollable entirely.