Belphie Obey Me Novels & Stories

I wanted to beg him to stop but I knew he wouldn't listen to me, as he abused my body tears could only escape my eyes and sipped into the soft mattress, I should probably scream for my mom and sister downstairs but I just couldn't, I couldn't voice out anything, right this moment I felt ruined , maybe I brought this upon myself, I shouldn't have resisted him in anyway If only I just obeyed and submitted to him completely perhaps he wouldn't be hurting me like this, if I tried to please him then he wouldn't be this merciless to me right? I slowly reached my fingers to the fly of his zip and opened it, he stopped for a moment to stare at him "I'm r..really s..sorry , I'll o..obey you from now

I started to cry in pain while trying to fight but knowing I was going to get the beating of my life for disobeying HIM. Help me. ***

"Go straight back to the pack house and lock your door. I will handle Penelope Rogue myself." "You promise?" I ask, squeezing out one last fake sob. "She will not breathe the same air as you by tomorrow morning," Obed says, and hangs up. I drop the phone onto the table. The screen flashes once, then goes dark. The fear in my chest is completely gone now, replaced by a cold, sharp satisfaction. Let Penelope try to hide behind her new royal protectors. Obed does not care about titles. Obed only cares about blood. I pull my compact mirror out of my bag, snapping the plastic lid open. My mascara is smudged beneath my lower lashes. I wipe it away with a sharp, aggressive flick of my pinky finger.

“Y-Yeah… It is part of the deal, right?” He walked to me again and my heart skipped from that. Alpha Tobias stops from walking just an inch away from me. I looked up and was trying to stare at his ocean blue eyes. “Obey me, Slave.” Those three words rang a bell to me. My teeth were almost gritting and my fists were about to clenched, but I am still on myself. I control my emotions or else everything will be late. “What do you want me to do, Alpha Tobias?” I inquired and he grinned.

“You are not here to impress me.” “No?” My breath quickened. The loosened bodice did nothing to ease the tightness. “No.” He let the word linger, then softly added, “You are here to obey me.” My pulse stumbled. Heat flared—in my cheeks, yes, but also deeper, pulsing through me like smoke. I should have bristled. I should have argued. Instead, the word "obey" tugged at something raw inside me—a part that had spent years with no choice at all and suddenly wanted to choose submission, but on my terms.

with a deadpan that almost made me laugh. Almost. It irritated me. Which, of course, only intrigued me more. I liked obedience. Expected it. I didn’t work with men who couldn’t follow orders. I didn’t live with anyone who questioned my structure. So why did his rebellion feel less like a threat… and more like a hook in my chest? Because he’s malleable, I told myself. Because under the sarcasm and twitchy fingers, he was a mess of unresolved tension and misplaced pride. And that kind of boy — the clever kind, the sharp kind — always begged best when broken in right.

His fingers plunged into her slick heat, and she cried out, the sound echoing in the steel cage of the elevator. Every stroke, every curl of his fingers was rough, merciless, designed to remind her that she wasn’t just his weapon, wasn’t just his trophy. She was his possession, his addiction, his perfect little weakness. And when she shattered against his hand, gasping his name, his lips dragged across her ear as he whispered the promise that made her shiver to her core: “Obey me, Sienna… and I’ll give you the world.”

“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.

"There is no one else, Daddy. I want Gio to take me back. I belong to him, he is my master." "Then you must obey him, honey. What did he tell you to do? "To come home and tell you we belong to you now. That he is giving us back to you. He'll pretend that we are his at school but only to keep us safe." "Then if he is your true master, you had better obey him. Hadn't you?" "Yes, Daddy."

"But that's a stupid question. Hasn't mom had a conversation with you about flowers and bees yet?" "That's not what I meant, you idiot!" I yelled out and giggled. But I didn't get much space, because Ollie pounced on my mouth, which he began to kiss passionately. And between the kisses he blurted out: "I have faith... in my abilities... You just have to... trust me." And I almost let myself get carried away if I didn't remember the one thing I wanted to finish. He was just making his way down my jaw to my ear and the sensitive spot below when I blurted out desperately, “Not yet! Not yet!"