Belphie Obey Me Novels & Stories

Another test of obedience. Desmond’s voice came through next, quiet, controlled. “Sienna, follow exactly what they ask. No mistakes. We have eyes everywhere.” “I understand,” I whispered. Gabriel’s text followed: Stay sharp. They can’t hurt you if you do exactly as we plan. Step after step, I obeyed. Every movement calculated. Every word controlled. Fear threatened to take over, but love kept me moving. Finally, the last message arrived: Bring yourself alone. They’ll return the children if all instructions are followed perfectly.

Said baby, said baby, said baby What you doing? (What you doing?) Where you at? (Where you at?) Oh, you got plans? (You got plans?) Don't say that (shut your trap) I'm sipping wine (sip, sip) in a robe (drip, drip) I look too good (look too good) to be alone (woo-woo) My house clean (house clean), my pool warm (pool warm) Just shaved (smooth like a newborn) We should be dancing, romancing

Please, just remove whatever you installed in them and let them be,' she sobbed, resting her head on my stomach as her grip stayed firmly at the hem of my shirt. 'Is that a pledge to total obedience, I hear?' I asked with a sly smirk. 'Yes, I can even sing an anthem if you want.' 'I don't n…' 'Ahem,' she cleared her throat. 'Please don't sing,' I pleaded. 'Will you let them be now? I promise.' 'And if you disobey?' I asked coldly. This girl can never change, ever. I knew that, but I also knew the contract would hold for a while. Until she gets bored and change her mind.

“Obedience. Absolute obedience.” That was something I could never give to anyone—until now. “You want me to obey you? If I do what you ask, you’ll let him live?” If that was the case, he was asking for a lot. My body and mind would no longer be my own. Like a dog, I’d have to bark at his command.

The truth kings had feared would outlive them. “Submit,” the voice continued, insidious in its authority. “Become the vessel. Rule beside a god. Take your place where destiny demands.” The words rolled over me like an ocean, crushing, inviting, terrifying. It was not an offer. It was a command. Divine in its scope, unyielding. If I obeyed, I would rise above every creature, every law, every alpha, but I would also be bound, a puppet of divinity itself.

My moans filled the confined space, shameless and raw. “Can you do it, princess?” he asked, his voice breaking through the haze. “Can you show me how good you are at following orders?” I gasped his name, clinging to the seat for balance, determined to obey. The torture of holding myself together made the release all the more violent when it finally came. I shattered with a cry, my body convulsing under his control until there was nothing left of me but pleasure. When it was over, he helped me dress again, his movements surprisingly careful. Then he opened his arms, and I fell against his chest, utterly spent.

“That kind of place will dirty your shoes.” “Some shows are only worth watching if you see them live,” I replied calmly, my eyes devoid of warmth. The Brooklyn apartment had terrible soundproofing. The thin door couldn’t block the chaos inside. I stood outside and heard every word clearly. “This is the luxury home you promised? Luca, there are rats here! Antonio was scared to tears!” Sophia’s voice was sharp and shrill. There was no trace of the fragile, traumatized woman everyone talked about, but only greed and bitterness.

"The young master should be... enjoying her by now." "Hmph." Lady Piper clicked her tongue softly. "We'll see if she can even survive the first day with him. But tell me, are you certain she's the obedient type?" "From what I observed," Stanley replied, "she seems to understand how to survive. If given an order, I believe she'll follow it well. The seller also claimed she was the quietest among the girls he had kidnapped."

To think that he'd become this spineless after living off her for so many years. Derrick continued to scream and shout for help, his blood spilling onto the floor and seeping into the expensive carpet, staining it bright red. Ten minutes later, he couldn't move anymore. He lay motionless on the floor, watching helplessly as Dobey slowly approached. Yet, Chelsea seemed completely oblivious to it all. She just collapsed to the side and continued mumbling to herself. "Jacob… Jakey… Look, I avenged you… I killed Derrick… Won't you come back to me…"

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.