Obsession Stories

"Some love stories don't begin with confessions. Some begin with silence, missed chances, and two people pretending they never cared." ------------ She was supposed to marry someone else... but destiny made her his wife instead. 🤍 A soft-hearted girl. A dangerously calm man. And a marriage neither of them expected. Avantika Rathore & Avyukt Vardan #SlowBurn #ArrangedMarriage #WattpadRomance

BOOK 1 Of RATHORE SERIES He was the nightmare everyone feared. She became the only thing he couldn't survive without. He survived bullets, bloodshed, and betrayal. But he was never prepared for kindness. ✧ TROPES ✧ Obsessive Mafia Hero Psychologist × Mafia King Touch Her And Die Possessive Male Lead Dark Romance Trauma & Healing Emotional Dependency Morally Grey Hero Protective Obsession Beauty and the Beast Vibes Hurt/Comfort He Falls First and Harder

"I want to fuck you," he said, low and filthy. My breath hitched. "W-what?" "I said I want to fuck you, Professor." He pressed closer, towering over me, his hard manhood grinding slowly against my thigh. "I want to bury my cock inside you and feel how tight you are." Logic screamed warnings in the back of my mind, but they were drowned out by the heavy ache between my legs and the way my hole clenched at his words. I found myself nodding slowly, heart pounding. ____________ Professor Kelly Roman, spends all his time drowning in work; teaching mathematics, tutoring his students, going home and repeating the cycle. There is nothing more to that, that's his life and that's what he is satisfied with. But what happens when a new student comes along and interferes with that daily routine? A student that most teachers tend to avoid, to fear...but why? Kelly doesn't understand but he also doesn't care, all he cares about is work. So what happens when that new student takes a liking to the professor? Will Professor Kelly push him away like he always does with people who want him, or will he be devoured by the mysterious student?

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.

Naina was one of the biggest actresses in the country. Beautiful, successful, and known for rejecting weak scripts without hesitation, she ruled the entertainment industry like a queen. One rainy evening, her manager arrived with a thick script wrapped in red velvet. "A fantasy historical drama," he said excitedly. "Two kingdoms, divine powers, obsession, war... the budget is massive." Naina rolled her eyes but opened it Narshimhakul was ruled by the cold and divine king, Madhavendra - a man feared for his intelligence and unmatched celestial powers. Veerbhadrakul belonged to Shivaditya - ruthless, terrifying, and blessed with destructive energy. The mere mention of each other's names ignited hatred in their eyes. And then came Ritika. The female lead. A simple woman whom both kings loved with dangerous obsession. The story spiraled into madness - wars, betrayals, sacrifices, kingdoms burning to ashes. Thousands died in the battle between Narshimhakul and Veerbhadrakul. In the end, both Madhavendra and Shivaditya died tragically... while Ritika married Chandrashekhar, the peaceful male lead, and lived happily ever after. Naina slammed the script shut in disgust. "What garbage," she scoffed. "Two powerful kings dying for one girl? And she marries another man? Useless." Lightning flashed outside her penthouse. Suddenly, the room trembled violently. The script glowed. Before Naina could react, darkness swallowed her whole. When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer in her apartment. "Princess Adhira..." Naina froze. Memories flooded her mind. Adhira. The villainess of the story. Madhavendra's younger sister. The woman who secretly poisoned Ritika out of jealousy and obsession for her brother's affection. And worst of all... Adhira's fate. Naina remembered it perfectly. In the original story, Madhavendra personally executed Adhira with his divine sword after discovering her crime. Her breath shook. "No..." ⚔️ Crown of Ashes ⚔

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She feared him more than anything-until he became the only place she felt safe. After escaping years of abuse, Lina found a fragile kind of peace scrubbing floors in a mercenary's mansion. Quiet, invisible, and broken, she kept her head down and her voice lower. Especially around him. Killian. He kills for a living. He is a powerful, cold-blooded mercenary, a wealthy man who built his empire off blood, fear. He owns a powerful private military company that operates in the shadows, answering only to the highest bidders. He commands killers, closes deals, and never makes mistakes. Until her. A glance. A flinch. A wound she tried to hide. And suddenly, he was watching her closely. Quietly. Like she was a puzzle he didn't mean to touch... but couldn't stop obsessing over. Killian: "You blush like that again, and I swear I'll pin you against this wall just to see how deep it goes." He didn't know how to be soft. She didn't know how to be wanted. But in a house full of violence, he saw her. And he started to change. And soon, she was everywhere in his mind.

Jolene Hollis worked herself to death - and woke up as the crown prince's wicked girlfriend with a second chance she never expected. *** This time she won't be soft. She'll play the role, rewrite the ending, and decide whether the prince is her ruin... or her redemption. A rebirth romance about power, devotion, and a sweetheart who learned to be wicked.

Twisted Hearts - a tale of love, fate, and obsession. She's a passionate graphic design student, focused on her dreams. He's a powerful CEO, a man who always gets what he wants. Their worlds were never meant to collide-until fate intervened, pulling them into a connection neither of them saw coming. Just as their hearts begin to intertwine, the past resurfaces-a shadow that refuses to be forgotten. A love long buried, a jealousy that knows no limits, and a deception that threatens to tear them apart. When hearts are twisted by fate and obsession, will love be enough to survive the storm?

The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬! 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ─── ⋆⋅ ❤︎ ⋅⋆ ─── The world knew (Y/N) Carroway as an idol - someone who had an unreachable dream. But at the very moment their career plummeted due to a scandal, a mysterious 'fan' offered them a second chance. A deal sealed in desperation and a curse drags (Y/N) into a reality where magic is real and nothing is ever as it seems. Now reborn as (Y/N) Rosewood, a Pureblood heir with a twin brother and a name weighted by legacy, they must navigate the treacherous halls of the wizarding world. Haunted by the fan who brought them here, and by the curse that pulls certain students towards them in an obsessive manner, (Y/N) learns that some devotions are more perilous than death itself. ─── ⋆⋅ ❤︎ ⋅⋆ ─── ☾↠ Harry Potter is written by J.K. Rowling. I do not own any of the characters except my own that's originally not in the HP universe. ☠ ↠ This story contains 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 that is not advisable for those who are uncomfortable with such ─── ⋆⋅ ❤︎ ⋅⋆ ─── #1 in hogwartsxreader (7/11/26) #1 in harrypottercharactersxreader (7/11/26) #1 in yanderevariousharrypotter (7/11/26)

"You think I haven't noticed you before?" He asks, out of the blue, turning his head as he watches my facial expressions with amusement, leaning back into his chair, unbothered. I stare at him, trying to cover the shock displayed on my face, but he still caught my reaction, smirking. How could he have noticed me before? Does that mean he... knows? "When?" I ask, my voice trembling under his sharp gaze. "The first day of year 10. You had your hair out, with a cute little headband on. You also wore a pink hoodie with that short ass white skirt." He spoke, looking up at the ceiling as if he's trying to remember exactly what I wore on the first day of school. How could he have possibly remembered what I wore on the first day of school? It's been a year! "How did you?-" I begin to question but he cuts me off. "Who wouldn't remember a pretty thing like you? You're beautiful." ˖ .°˖✧ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱✧˖°. ˖ Amelia Raven always had feelings for him. She always grew red as she watched him talking with his friends. Her feelings had grew and she wanted to get closer to him but never had the courage to. Asher Anderson always watched her every move, amusement glistening in his eyes as he watched her turn the corner to hide away from him. He began to grow interest in her and demanded the principle to set up tutoring sessions with her. From then on, his interest for her only grew. ˖ .°˖✧ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱✧˖°. ˖ Silent Heartthrob by Heavenlyxn 🦢

𝑨 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 - ___ '𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦.' '𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭, 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺.' '𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦.' --- You, a human woman with biologically edited lungs made as a part of one of many missions that RDA has conducted, exist only as an expensive survivor of experiments placed upon you, to support their work. Only as you would come of age, would you soon venture out across Pandora's soil - a lost world that has awaited you for years of studying and training. Despite this, that same day you would take your first steps on your own behalf, you would find yourself somehow captive by one of the many forest clans - the Paynga' people of the foggy rainforests, and a highly provoked, threatening Olo'eyktan. ---

The lights of the room was dim. In the corner of the room, a man was sitting. Head buried into his knees. His shoulders were shaking as he sobbed silently, "W-When did it became like this?! Why?" His voice cracked brokenly. The door opened, and someone walked inside, He didn't noticed, not until he heard them calling him, "Ishu? Everyone is asking for you-what happened?!" That person asked in panic, rushing to him. Ishan looked up, when he saw Mayank, he couldn't control his tears anymore and hugging His bestfriend tightly while crying loudly now. Mayank immediately become more worried. "Why are you crying like this? You are making me worried..." "I...I Love him, Mayu...I Love him..." Ishan said while crying nonstop. Mayank patted his back in a comforting manner and softened his voice as much as he can before asking carefully, "Who?" Ishan slowly pulled away from the hug and stare at Mayank with his teary eyes, making Mayank's heart ache, "S-Shubman...I Love Shubman.." The moment Mayank heard that familiar name leaving from ishan's mouth, his entire world froze. Oh God!

SMUT WARNING!! : This story isn't sweet romance. It's filthy, raw and unapologetically dark. Expect: ● Three possessive Chankimha Sisters ● A soft and innocent Becky ● Obsession and jealousy ● Emotional manipulation ● Power imbalance Reader discretion is advised. Becky has always been soft-hearted, kind, and trusting-the type of person who sees good in everyone. Then she crosses paths with the Chankimha Sisters. Three powerful sisters. Three dangerous personalities. Three women who never learned the meaning of mercy. What begins as an unexpected encounter soon turns into an obsession that Becky can't escape. Caught in a world of possessiveness, secrets, manipulation, and forbidden emotions, she finds herself trapped between fear and desire, unsure whether she should run from them-or surrender to chaos they bring into her life. The Sisters want one thing. Becky. My name is Becky Armstrong. I died the night I married Nop Blade. He broke me and killed me. But fate brought me back. Given a second chance, I ran. Straight into the arms of the three most powerful women's in Chicago. THE CHANKIMHA SISTERS. Freen. Commanding, brilliant, and dangerous with a keyboard. Sam. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as glass. Sarocha. Charming, wicked, and heartbreak in human form. They offered me safety. Then they became my obsession. Now they're my only protection from the monster I once called husband. But with three billionaires wanting one broken girl, hearts will shatter. And when the past comes knocking... I'll have to choose between revenge-and the triplets who made me feel alive again.

Rathore's little bride 🩷 Rudraksh singh rathore -(eldest son of rathore family)-The King of Rajasthan and Ceo of rathore empire. pakhi gupta -a simple living girl enjoying her life after giving her board exams and wanted to become best doctor what will happen when pakhi becomes replaced bride of rudraksh and queen of Rajasthan??

Kim Taehyung is just a normal 20-year-old café worker, living his boring little life... until he walks in. Jeon Jungkook - 24, rich, mysterious, and way too charming for his own good. What starts off as a harmless friendship turns into something deeper. Darker. Taehyung finds himself caught in a world he never signed up for - full of secrets, danger and lies. Now he's locked in a mansion, trapped with a man who whispers love like a promise... And breaks it like a threat. Jungkook calls him his sweet little pet. And pets? They don't get to leave. Not when he's already decided... "You're mine. Forever." 🔞 Mature Themes | Dark Romance | Obsessive Love | Mafia AU • TAEKOOK • NAMJIN • SOPE • BxB • Top!Jungkook • Bottom!Taehyung • Abuse / Toxic Themes • Strong Language • Emotional Manipulation ⚠️ Read at your own risk. Not your typical love story. First time writing an FF- just here to cause emotional damage and trust issues :) if you're enjoying the chaos feel free to drop a comment I read everything and it seriously makes my day once you jim-in you can never jim-out 😌 thx for reading besties 🖤

When Y/N Phantomhive rose from the ashes of her family's massacre, she was no longer just a noblewoman-she became a divine enigma with a contract sealed in heaven's light and shadowed by hell's desire. As the Queen's beloved "Doll," she is admired by high society... and secretly obsessed over by the most dangerous men in London. But with her angelic butler at her side and a vow to protect her brother Ciel at all costs, Y/N must navigate a world of demons, reapers, and mad nobles-where love is twisted, loyalty is poison, and obsession can kill.

"The best blessings are right in front of you."

After Abandoning Abhay for 7 years his brothers Wants him home back , for what ? Just to Get the transfer paper signed , what will he react to this ? When the past memories are still burning freshly in his mind , The words Orphanage.Good Riddance.Orphan.Hate.Burden. Baggage.liability. ______________________________ Abhay Birla sat alone in the dim corner of his new room, the silence suffocating. The laughter, warmth, and love of home felt like a distant memory-erased in a single night. The crash. The fire. Their parents were gone, and so was his family. His brothers, Shivam and Shivansh, once his protectors, had turned against him. Their eyes held only blame, their words like knives. "Good riddance," Shivansh had spat, while Shivam hesitated only briefly before agreeing to send him away. Even their aunt, cold and calculating, suggested keeping him in an orphanage for years. Abhay had begged, pleaded, even whispered apologies getting on his knees clutching his brothers Leg desperately he didn't understand he owed. But his cries were met with silence and cruelty. Alone, abandoned, he realized that the family he had trusted most had abandoned him completely.where he is Tortured and starved by the People who are their for kids comfort. And now after 7 years his brothers brought him back , but they didn't know the person with them is just a shell of the former Abhay they broke , the boy who used to talk all day is partially mute, the one who brightens the room he entered is now gone , instead there is a boy who flinches when spoken loudly, Cries easily and Is Alive just because of One person 'Rudra Pratap Singh ' . Read the book to know more . ---