13 Obey Me Novels & Stories

He chuckled, “Now, I understand. You think I won’t do it, right? You think I won’t blow your brains?” I swallowed hard, trying to calm my beating chest. Fear was an understatement of how I was feeling now, and the last thing I wanted was to make him angrier than he already was. “I’ve been obedient. You can’t deny that.” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “You have? Tell me then, is there one single thing I have ordered, and you obeyed?” “My body.” I muttered. He scrunched his face in confusion. “And what about your body?”

"I am going in, now." "You won't move an inch. " I paused immediately. It was almost like something compelled me to listen to that order. I had a little resistance but it was of no use because it was my body that was listening and doing as he says. Even if I did not want to agree. "I don't know why I am listening to you. I mean, I am mad at you and I need to go." He smiled. "That is the other side of you obeying to the command higher than yours. The call of an Alpha is greater than any command possible. I just wanted to test the theory and with your newfound strength, I am afraid that you have become more stubborn." He sighed.

“Tap into your mother’s gift. Use it to fuel the command you’re going to give them so that it reaches them all. Tell them to obey my every word. Tell them, my girl.” I hesitated, the words carving into my throat like shards of glass. His eyes were so very wild, alight with a hope I wanted to fulfill. My eyes scanned the demons closest to us. They were the only ones not attacking. In fact, they were actively defending us from the others. My father was controlling them, but not the others. “What? Why can’t you just do that? Why do I need to?” He grabbed me before I could get away. Giving me a hard shake that rattled my skull he saif again, “Tell them Ophelia. Do it, now. Do it before your mate

Lena's POV. Gina peers down at me with a look of disdain in her eyes. I meet her stare head on, I'm not going to cower and be weak. "My number one rule is obedience, you follow that and you may just be able to get out of here sane and whole. But if you don't I'd take pleasure in breaking you and drugging you until you're compliant. And another thing fail to do as I say and you will be punished and trust me you don't want that. Have I made myself clear?" When asks me, still looking down at me like I'm filth underneath her shoes.

he continued speaking. The air thickened. The room went silent. Even I felt it—like no one could breathe. He wasn’t asking. He was telling. Nyx swallowed hard but managed to ask. “W-what is it?” Renz smirked faintly. It wasn’t warm. It was dark. “Obey me,” he said. “No matter what comes next.” Nyx blinked, caught off guard. I thought she might argue, but his eyes didn’t leave her space to. Silence stretched until he finally added,

Oliver shook his head and tsked, “Forget these two, listen to me, little lamb. There are five rules you have to follow and obey while you live here with us and you are all good to settle down without worrying.” He held up his forefinger as he continued, “Rule number one. Do whatever is expected of you, in short, obey us. No questions, no delays, no disobedience. And it doesn’t just mean sex. You do exactly what’s expected of you, and you’ll be rewarded for your submission. Pleasure, comfort, maybe even kindness… Hell, maybe anything you want. I’ll give it all to you.”

As I left my audience with the King of idiots my head was spinning. I had way more questions than answers and I had no idea when, or if, I’d ever get a real explanation. Clearly Mr ‘Obey Me’ didn’t think I was worth giving any answers to, and there was no way I was going to try and ask my escort as I was sure he considered it ‘not my business’. Of course, why would the direction of my life be my business? I hated werewolves.

The word trembled from her lips, and it seared him like a hot poker, shoving a hot slam of desire up his cock. To reward her, he moved to her side and cupped her cheek in his palm. “You need to face yourself, cher. I’m not the enemy here. I can help you.” “I just can’t stop thinking that—” “You know the rules. Don’t think. Just obey.” She sighed. “I’ve never been good at obedience, sir. Ask my mother.” Smiling, he promised, “I’ll never ask you to clean your room or take out the trash. Obeying me will be a lot more pleasurable.”

Using the last of my strength, I stood up and immediately adopted a contrite posture. Chelsea then slowly lowered her raised hand that was undoubtedly about to strike me. I returned to the broom closet. The stinging pain of the alcohol disinfectant felt like shards of glass cutting through my entire body. Derrick slowly pushed open the door and disdainfully kicked the dog bowl of food toward my feet. "Dobey's leftovers. They're all Grade-A meat. Finish every scrap and don't you dare waste anything! Might as well let it do something for your body." I respectfully picked up the leftovers and bowed down to thank him. "Thank you, Mr. Carpenter."

“Show him you’re sincere.” “How?” The question came out as a frustrated growl. “By being obedient. Patient.” I stiffened. “Obedient? You want me to be a dog at his beck and call? To roll over and beg?” The image was so antithetical to my entire being it was physically repulsive.