Absolute Obedience Manhwa Novels & Stories

As if Abdul had read her thoughts, he continued on. "Sheikh Muhari has a reputation for brutality. He expects complete obedience from his girls and he enjoys demeaning them." Keiko nearly jumped out of her skin as Sheikh Muhari now barked at Chiyoko. "Get down here and suck my balls, bitch." Chiyoko hurriedly knelt between the fat man's legs. She began to suck gently on his ball sac, switching back and forth, the sounds of her slurping and softly sucking soon filling the banquet hall. The Sheikh continued to eat, oblivious to the girl's attentions, as if it were the most mundane thing to have a girl sucking one's balls in the middle of a meal. His cock turned rigid, engorged with blood -- bu

About how he’d whispered my name like it was a prayer and a curse all at once. "He should be," I muttered. I turned to leave, but the man stepped in front of me. "You can’t go alone," he said. "If your father finds out—" "My father doesn’t control me," I snapped. "Not anymore." I meant it. For years I’d played the obedient son. I’d smiled at arranged meetings with she-wolves, I’d nodded through speeches about legacy and tradition. I’d hidden who I was because it was easier than fighting. But I was tired of being easier.

he grumbled before looking up into my eyes. "I'm no ones and possession would go both ways" I said moving to look away from him. "You are mine" he growled forcing my chin back and tilting it up so i had to make eye contact with him causing me to take a deep breath. "Then your mine" I growled out causing him to smirk down at me. "Oh I'd happily oblige hun" he said his face now closer to mine as he leans towards my neck. "Mine" he growled again his voice lower causing my body to shiver in reply.

"Like I'm a pawn for you to control?! I didn't sign up for this costume party to be an errand boy! I have my own reasons for being here, and I'm no attack mage! You got beefy over there take him instead!!!" He said, pointing at the large framed figure on the throne. " Kanchi Asobi is a Holy Shoutorin artist. He doesn't fight anymore!!!" The figure snapped back at him. The figure walked over to the candelabra and dripped his blood over it once more.

“Yes, Diva. Your body now is in my possession. It’s futile to break free from my spell. Stop calling him and surrender to my lead. If you obey, I can make this fast and you can be free from me tonight. Tomorrow I’ll make sure you won’t be calling him anymore that you only call my name. My real name, Anwir!“ I let out a tear from the edge of my right eye. He saw it, and he licked it, “Even your tear of sorrow feels so tasty and so energizing for me. Let’s get this over with, you can think about him later when you’re done with me…” His order that I couldn’t disoblige was the only way for me to get out of this misery. So I obeyed and surrender to his lust. He put his fore and middle fingers wit

She died betrayed by her blood. She returned with the blessings of the moon goddess. Abigail was born to be a Guardian, chosen by the Moon Goddess, destined to protect the fragile balance between humans and werewolves. Instead, she became a sacrifice by her own people. Her family worshipped adopted daughter over her. Her talent was stolen. Her love was betrayed. Her body was used, her name ruined, her entire existence was wiped out, when she was murdered by the sister she once called family. But the Moon Goddess did not abandon her chosen. Reborn one month before her forced marriage, Abigail returns colder, sharper, and unbreakable. This time, she does not fight

Here, where Joseon's oppressive hierarchy and moral codes lay shattered, he was about to make three august mistresses grovel stark naked solely through his overwhelming masculinity. It was the moment an absolute monarch of the night was born to rule this island of desire ruthlessly. The realization that he had subjugated the highest, most noble women of the inner estate like fallen women with a single rigid shaft. It bestowed a violent sense of conquest that made the man's heavy sac throb as if ready to burst. In the instant where a tight silence heavy with wet heat flowed mingled with the sound of waves, I brought my hands to my silken tie without a moment's hesitation.

But do not doubt your sight. Aiden sighs, leaning against a marble pillar, the cold stone seeping through his thin tunic. I just want to be normal. I don’t want to be a slave who sees ghosts. You are an omega, Ash corrects, a possessive edge to the tone. You are mine. And you are stronger than they know. A voice cuts through the internal conversation, sharp and dripping with venom. "Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in."

No one had ever dared lay a hand on him before. And yet today, I had hit both his mate and him. "Ella Slater!" he roared. A crushing pressure burst from him, making the very air grow heavy. "How dare you lay a hand on me?" I met his gaze unflinchingly. "So what if I did?" I said, my voice calm. "Grayson, don't forget, you were the one who broke your oath to the Moon Goddess. You were the one who went back on your word. I didn't hit you out of jealousy or because I couldn't move on. I did it because you owe me."

Lysan felt a huge lump in his throat and he looked away. "Lysan." Dyleon grabbed his arm. "What does he want?" "He wants—" Lysan swallowed. "He wants me." Dyleon's face went white. "What?" “He said he was going to help me, but on one condition. Me. I'd be at his beck and call when he needs it.” The words tasted bitter in Lysan's mouth—how convenient. The Demon King Lysan killed in his previous life was after him now—and it wasn't good.