Barbatos Obey Me Novels & Stories

Bates before saying, “Been quite a while, Mr. Bates!” “How have you still not given up, Leandro?” replied Mr. Bates without beating around the bush. The man Mr. Bates was squinting at went by Leandro Zaborowski, and he was the leader of the Soul Hunters… Laughing aloud after hearing Mr. Bate’s statement, Leandro then shamelessly declared, “But of course I haven’t! I won’t stop until I’ve obtained the Phangrottom Talisman! Once I finally have it, I’ll be able to rule over the ghost world and make everyone there obey me!”

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.

One of the vampires roared. "I am your new crowed Primus and you'll listen to me." Ivory roared. "I doubt that." A Masculine voice said and they turned back. "Sabasto." They chorused. "Here comes the Original Vampires." The Man said marching out of the darkness. "You weren't captured?" Obama asked angrily but Ivory held him back. "You're such a bitch, You are traitors and you know how vampires are punished, death." Sabasto said. "You're no position Sabasto, She's the new Primus and you're just an apprentice." Notora said.

I had always been obedient. Whatever people told me to do, I did without question. When my wealthy biological parents finally brought me home, my adopted sister leaned close and whispered arrogantly, "I'm the one and only Saunders daughter. If you know what's good for you, leave on your own!" I obediently nodded. Then I turned around and ran straight into the traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. They scrambled out of the car and dragged me back, their faces already pale with terror. My brother glared at me and warned in a low voice, "If you keep acting like this, I'll send you back to that hellhole." That night, I obediently locked myself inside a dog crate. When he fo

The strike sent Barton reeling, dropping his own daggers to clutch at the wound in his neck. Toban scowled at Kealy, and after shooting a few quick bolts of energy, making her dodge backward to give him space, he began to chant. He knew this spell would leave him weakened, but in this instance, he also knew with the wide area of effect, he was guaranteed to land an incapacitating, if not killing blow.

Just be on standby in case anything happens. Ban: I was the one who summoned you. Doesn't that mean I am your master? YOU....MUST..PROVE..THAT...YOU...MY..MASTER. (Prove? Does he mean that I should show him who is boss? I obviously can't t fight him he seems super strong) Ban: How do I do that? YOUR...SOUL...POWER...TO..WITHSTAND...TO...TO BE..KING..TO...RULE..TO CONQUER.

With my expression, he can tell I’m lost. “You need to keep one thing in mind, little fox. I call the shots. You do exactly as I say, and you might just get a reward. No questions asked. Understand?” I bob my head up and down, “Y… Yes, sir.” I know I’m supposed to obey his earlier command, but I just don’t know how. “I’m sorry, sir. I don’t know how to touch myself.” As soon as the words fall from my lips, he covers the distance between us, and I see him standing between my legs.

Brandon is holding his iPad over his face, he is trying his hardest just to be brave, but he is just human at the end of the day. I dig my nails into its shoulder and the beast cries out in pain. “Who is your master?” I ask. “Fuck you, Bloodton bastard!” It yells with a multivocal tone. It's the worst one we could get, but I came very ready. I roll my sleeves and bring out a pocket knife. “You better start to speak, or I am going to fucking dissect you like a cupcake.” I threaten. “My loyalty is to my master! I answer to no one except my master–”

Ghost asked. “Your support, my King,” Elder Obada replied. “I would bend the knee to you, and so would my people and the rest of the werewolves, once they see that the strongest pack has fallen. You would be our King and rule over us and I would be your representative here in the West. I would be doing your bidding.” “And the day you get more power hungry like you are now and decide to betray me?” Ghost asked. “My people say the okro stub doesn’t grow taller than it’s owner,” Elder Obada said. “You have nothing to worry about with me.”

His eyes twinkle evilly as I sink further to the floor, all my hopes of being rescued are squashed completely. ‘You will call me Master.’ He commands with a voice that drips with sadistic pleasure to match his eyes. ‘You will learn to obey my every command. Punishment will be severe if you disobey me and break any rules and you will only speak when spoken to. Do you understand me slave?’ My weakened body sags against the big pole that I’m chained to as the last of my spirit is crushed under the weight of my situation. There is no point in fighting him now, not until I have my wolf. ‘Yes Master. I will obey you.’ The words feel foreign as they leave my lips. As the daughter of an Alpha I have