Obsessed 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⚠️

Selena is the 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. The villain destined to lose her football-star boyfriend to the shy, innocent 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. Because this breakup awakens admirers long held back. Particularly one who's made her his quiet obsession: Noel Casper. The neglected genius assigned to be her tutor. What begins as study sessions develops into a friendship neither of them expected. Behind closed doors, Selena cooks for him, upgrades his wardrobe, and supports his dreams. But to the outside world, he's just a boy being used by the mean girl, especially when they see him carrying her books, tying her shoes, and driving her all around. What they don't know, is that Noel has been watching her for years. And the more Selena takes care of him, the more he becomes 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅. When his research catapults him to international success, the world suddenly notices the boy they once overlooked. Now Selena's ex is begging for a second chance, and the rival who started this all is determined to "rescue" Noel. But Noel doesn't want to be saved. He only wants one person. Selena. And he will do whatever it takes to ensure she never leaves his side. ─ ⊹ ⊱ ⊰ ⊹ ─ 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑩𝒆𝒆 𝒙 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: #1 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 #1 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗ess #2 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 ♡♡♥︎♥︎♡♡ "𝑰𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒉𝒏𝒅𝒊 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒚𝒊?" 𝑯𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. "𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂, 𝒚𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂," 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. "𝑨𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒂, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊?" 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. "𝒀𝒆 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂, 𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏 𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒂," 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. "𝑨𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒂, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝒌𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂?" 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓. "𝒀𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑯𝒖𝒛𝒂𝒊𝒇 𝒌𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂," 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅, 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕.

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.

Mara Leone used to think being stalked meant fear. She was wrong. Fear was easy. Fear made sense. What didn't make sense was the full gas tank she never paid for, the broken things fixed before she could replace them, the coffee waiting on her car with her usual order written on the side. Macchiato. No sugar. Cinnamon. And beneath it, one handwritten warning: 'Don't skip breakfast today, amor.' Whoever he is, he knows her routines. Her habits. Her temper. Her weaknesses. He slips into her life quietly, making it easier in ways that feel less like kindness and more like control. Mara doesn't want his help. She doesn't want his attention. And she definitely doesn't want to wonder why the man watching her from the shadows seems to know exactly what she needs before she does. But the worst part? He has no intention of stopping.

"I've been saving this for myself, b-but if you're willing to come with me to my brother's wedding reception I can give it to you." He shakily held out a flimsy magazine cut out. "I don't think we'd make a good pair." I shook my head sadly getting ready to leave. "P-please?" He looked up at me from behind his bangs as he shoved the paper into my hand. 'Free premium extra special steak meal at an S class restaurant!!!!' in big bold yellow font. I stared at him in disbelief, no way, how could such a coupon exist? My eyes glazed over as I looked up at him, this coupon is the key to something I could only dream of eating. Gone were the days of 45 grains of rice in a bowl of watered down cabbage soup. I salivated at the thought that I could finally eat premium beef steak. It was the object of my dreams, the thing I could only stare at pictures and imagine the heavenly taste of, until he gave me this coupon. "S-so will you go with me to the wedding?" He asked while pulling back the coupon in my hand, reminding me it was not yet mine. "I'm only going because I just remembered I actually have nothing planned that day and it would be boring to stay at home." I answered nonchalantly while acting as if the coupon had nothing to do with my decision.

★Ranking★ #1 in overprotective on 23/05/26 #8 in friendsfoever on 20/05/26 #2 in overpossessive on 22/05/26 #3 in Italian on 22/05/26 ★🅿🆁🅾🅻🅾🅶🆄🅴★ "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐦... 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐫." People feared Alessandro Rossi. Not the normal kind of fear. Not the kind where people whispered rumors and moved on with their lives. No. They feared him the way people feared death itself. Governments avoided speaking against him. Powerful men lowered their eyes when he entered a room. News channels never mentioned his name unless they wanted accidents to suddenly happen. Alessandro Rossi was power. Darkness. Violence wrapped in expensive black suits. And everybody knew one thing about him: He had no weakness. Until her. ★★★★★ "Sir, the meeting is ready." Alex didn't answer immediately. He stood silently beside the massive glass window of his penthouse in New York, one hand inside his pocket while the city lights burned beneath him like stars. Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous. Matteo waited near the door carefully. Even after years beside him, Alex's silence could still make people nervous. Then finally- "Where is she?" His deep voice filled the room quietly. Matteo sighed internally. Of course. Not business. Not weapons. Not the politicians downstairs begging for his partnership. Her. "She's asleep, boss." Alex's eyes softened slightly. Only slightly. Enough to shock anyone who noticed. "She ate?" "Yes." "She took her medicine?" "Yes." "She cried again?" Matteo hesitated for one second too long. Alex slowly turned around. And suddenly the room felt colder. "She missed you," Matteo admitted carefully. A dangerous silence followed. Then Alex grabbed his coat immediately. "The meeting?" Matteo asked. "Cancel it." "But?-" "I said cancel it."

Male Lead: Damien Moretti • Age: 29 • Public Identity: Cold, untouchable billionaire CEO of a global luxury empire. Feared in business circles for destroying competitors overnight. • Secret Identity: Mafia king with deep underground connections. Ruthless strategist. Also a silent serial killer-but only targets abusers, traffickers, predators, and men who harm women. • Obsession: Her. Since the first day he saw her walking alone with tears in her eyes. Habits: o Watches her through hidden cameras near places she visits (apartment entrance, college gate, café) o Sends anonymous help whenever she struggles o Keeps a file of everything she loves/hates o Kills any man who truly harms or threatens her • Soft Spot: o Secretly keeps every small thing related to her: hair tie, note, dropped pen, receipt o Cannot sleep unless he knows she is safe Female Lead: Ava Sinclair • Age: 20 • Identity: College student, scholarship holder • Background: Grew up emotionally neglected. Never felt chosen, wanted, or beautiful. Often ignored by family and used by fake friends. • Looks: o Naturally stunning without knowing it o Soft eyes, delicate features, effortless beauty o Men stare, women notice, but she mistakes it for judgment • Inner Wound: o Thinks nobody could ever genuinely love her o Believes compliments are lies • Hidden Strength: o Brave when protecting others o Stronger than she knows Their Dynamic: • He watches her in silence for months before approaching. • She feels like someone is always there... but also strangely safe. • Every time someone hurts her, they disappear. • She thinks she is invisible. • He thinks she is the only thing worth seeing. Signature Line: She thought nobody noticed her. He noticed every breath she took.

"𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟........𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑." 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬? 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑 - a fragile yet resilient girl, hidden beneath the shadows of neglect and heartbreak. A girl who spent her entire life being unwanted in her own home. Love was never written in her destiny... until one unexpected night changed everything. 𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀 - the ruthless CEO worshipped by the business world and feared for his cold heart. Powerful, untouchable, and dangerously possessive. A man who never believed in love... until his eyes landed on the quiet girl sitting as his replacement bride. One glance was enough. One moment was enough. And suddenly, she was no longer just a responsibility - she became his obsession. But can a broken girl trust a man whose love burns too intensely? Can Shivani survive the storm hidden behind Ahaan's calm brown eyes? And how far will Ahaan go to protect the woman he fell for at first sight? Because some love stories begin with destiny... But theirs began with replacement, obsession, and a promise that even fate wouldn't dare to break.

Shaoyou's not the usual proud Alpha. And he has to marry the cold-hearted Enigma.

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.

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏 - The powerful and disciplined heir of Khan Villa. A man of few words, built on control, responsibility, and restraint. The perfect son, the respected CEO - calm, composed, and always in command of himself. But behind those steady eyes lies a storm he never lets out... a man who chose silence over vulnerability, control over chaos - especially when it comes to her. 𝑨𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒌 - The innocent heartbeat of Shaik Villa. A soft-spoken, chocolate-loving girl who still believes in fairytales and wears her dupatta like a crown. Adored by everyone, protected by her brothers - a gentle soul with quiet strength hidden beneath her innocence. She may look delicate, but her heart carries a softness that feels deeply... and a silence that holds more than she ever says. Bound by a nikkah no one speaks of, separated by years and silence... their worlds collide again - where unspoken rights turn into undeniable claims, and a quiet girl becomes the center of a man's controlled chaos. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. Not everything is meant to look perfect from the start - dynamics, emotions, and relationships evolve with time. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬, and the story focuses on their journey beyond just numbers. If certain themes or dynamics aren't your preference, that's completely okay 🤍 ⚠️ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 This story is my little world, where I set the rules and let the drama unfold 😌✨ If you're here to enjoy, buckle up for feels, drama, and twists. If you came to hate... scroll, breathe, and move on 👏😏 Loyal readers, get ready - Zayden & Arshiya's story isn't for the faint-hearted 😉💥 [𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙮𝙖_𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙯]

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Our marriage was arranged. So was our divorce. I obeyed my parents. He obeyed his. At 25, I'm a divorcée. A single mom to a three-year-old. At 30, he's a divorcé. A weekend father. Bravo. ------------------------------------------ WARNING: Mature Language.

[M. Yanderes x Reader] Project AURORA was designed to rewrite human potential. After years of research, the scientists achieved a breakthrough - the creation of four cells, each specialized in an elemental force. Fire, air, electricity, and water. (Y/N) is a behavioral neurobiologist at HELIOS BIOTECH. For three years, she helped prepare the foundation of the process without ever seeing the whole picture. Now, selected for the Imprinting Team, NEXUS, she is granted access to what the protocols never named: The subjects are children, that will reach adulthood in just twenty-three days. Raised by constant surveillance, they are meant to be functional and obedient. However, as time passes, (Y/N) finds herself as the unhealthy obsession of the four boys.

Shivangi & Riyansh shivangi and aditya had been married for just two years also had a eight months old child but unfortunately aditya die in a car accident. it has been just been seven months since her husband died and she was getting married to her husband's elder brother in the pressure of her parents, in laws, and most importantly for her son. Will Riyansh ever accept her? ...

After I escaped the shadows of my old life and ran away from a love that nearly destroyed me, I promised myself I'd never look back... But then I met my Tristan... Mysterious. Infuriating. Beautiful. A man carrying secrets darker than my own... He wasn't supposed to become my obsession. He wasn't supposed to turn my carefully rebuilt world upside down. But some people don't enter your life to save you. They enter it to RUIN you... And the worst part? I think I'd let him...

The night echoed with the sound of hurried footsteps as she ran. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she clutched her bag tightly against her chest, fear driving her forward. Her legs trembled, but she didn't dare stop. The darkness behind her felt alive, as though it was chasing her. Then she saw them. Nearly thirty men dressed in black stood in the secluded valley, forming a silent wall around a single figure. He stood at the center, tall, unmoving and commanding. The faint glow of the moon revealed the scars that marked one side of his face. A few strands of hair had fallen across his forehead, but his expression remained unreadable as he watched the terrified girl stumble toward them. The men instantly moved, ready to intercept her. But before anyone could react, she rushed straight past them. Shock spread across every face. Because no one has ever approached their boss without permission. No one even dared stand too close to him. Yet this frightened girl grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the rocky edge of the valley, for the first time, the men froze, because how their boss allowed it, they didn't even understand? The girl didn't even look properly at his face. Her entire body shook with panic. Desperate. Terrified. And then, in a moment that left the entire valley speechless, she rose on her toes and pressed her lips against his and kissed him. Silence fell there. Complete silence. The world seemed to stop. The men stared as though lightning had struck before their eyes. And the man? He stood utterly still. Not because of the kiss. But because no one had ever looked at him the way she did in that moment, not with affection, not with admiration, but with the desperate trust of someone who believed he was the only safe place left in the world. The girl's trembling fingers tightened around his coat as tears fililed her eyes. "Please..." she whispered, her voice breaking. "Don't let them take me."

"I was straight all my life... until I met them. The arrogant heiress in leather. The elegant president with a smile too kind. Two girls. One heart. And a truth I can't escape."