13 Obey Me Novels & Stories

“Obey and he will love you.” “Obey or bleed.” “Obey or vanish.” Camela clasped her hands over her ears, trembling. “Stop! I won’t listen!” she yelled. The maid's voice slipped through the chaos, calm and cold. “If you refuse to listen, you will die here. The lesson is obedience. Survival demands it.” Camela's eyes burned with anger as she asked. “Obedience to who? To the masks? To him? To you?” The maid’s whisper sliced through the air like a blade. “Obedience to the truth you fear most,” she replied.

When I jolted awake from the nightmare, the first thing I saw was the magnified face of the psychologist. Faced with the doctor my parents had hired, I cooperated unexpectedly well. Seeing that I was awake, she softened her voice gently. "Ronnie, can you tell me why, no matter what people do to you, you never resist? Why do you even hurt yourself?" I blinked, my tone perfectly natural. "Because only obedient children don't get beaten." Those clubs… those torn clothes… those pitch-black cellars… I had already experienced enough of the price of disobedience.

i said, trying to convince her. I wasn't lying actually! My ankle hurts real bad. “ Saanvi.....why do you always disobey him??? You know he'll hurt you when you disobey him. I'll help you, come with me" she sounded convincing. Although i didn't like her advice. I had to obey him. I had no other choice. Did i? Heaving a sigh of annoyance, I shook my head in a no. I won't obey him. I'm not his doll!

That is all I am now. Adrian’s voice cuts through everything then, desperate and commanding at once, ordering me to disengage. I hear him, and for a brief moment, something inside me almost obeys. But I cannot. Not this time. Not when obeying means his death. Some orders are meant to be followed, but others are meant to be broken in silence and carried to the grave. This is one of those moments. So I do not stop. I do not retreat. I hold.

You have to cook and do all the house chores, Rule number 3; No picking of calls doing work time” he said “But sir;” I tried speaking but he shut me up “I’m not through yet and that’s my rules, you can’t change it;” he said “Alright;” I said lowering my gaze "Rule number 4 which is the last, You must obey my words, anything I ask you to do at any….pick my words, at any time, you must respond immediately;” he said “Ok sir, I’m ready to do anything you ask me to do;” I said thinking it’s gonna be any chores

"You seem to have quite the collection already." As I move to exit the booth, his fingers latch onto my arms, whirling me around to face him. His pupils are dilating and constricting, and I am caught momentarily in whatever web he is trying to weave. "You will obey me! You don't walk away from me. Not now, not ever." Shuddering, I shake my head. Once. Twice. His words ring in my head, again and again, and my entire being revolts in response to his command. *Obey him. Never leave him.* *Obey.* *Obey him.*

Moon said without even hesitating. Moon has a point though. She doesn't think much about that thing. She cleared her throat before she managed to ask the two girls who is now eagerly anticipating for her response. "Well, okay. What kind of dare is that?" She can actually tell how their faces lit up by her question. "Here's how to do it. Bow your head down then walk straight to the bar counter. Don't look up so you won't see who you're going to bump. The first man you bump into, give him the magical Maria Makiling's foundation."

Serena obeyed at once. “I was wrong,” she said. Her voice was hoarse and mechanical. “I was disordered. I was selfish. I will be obedient. I will not resist.” “Again.” “I was wrong. I will be obedient.” The next clip showed her standing in a corridor with a tray balanced across both forearms, body swaying from exhaustion while an instructor corrected the angle of her shoulders with two fingers. Another showed her repeating courtesy phrases until the words blurred. Another showed her kneeling on chapel stone while a recording played nearby, forcing her to hear Lucien’s own name between commands to confess and begin again.

he murmurs near my ear, “I won’t quench it, no matter how you try to provoke me.” My breath stutters. I try to pull away, but his hold tightens instantly. Damn, he is too strong. “You will stay still when I’m talking to you.” The command lands heavy, final. I glare up at him, chest heaving. “You always want me to obey,” I snap, anger and frustration tangling in my chest. “But you never listen to me.” He leans closer, his presence swallowing me whole. “Because all you need to do,” he says calmly, cruelly, “is obey.”

Here's another chapter. Have a wonderful day 💗💗💗. ############################ I partially knew what he meant but I refused to accept it. "Come here," he slowly said motioning for me to step closer with his finger. This is it. God please help me! I prayed for a miracle which was very unlikely to happen. I knew that much. I also knew that I had to obey his every word. It was just that my body decided not to move. "I will not repeat this again. Come. Here. Now!" he commanded.