Novel & Cerita Belphie Obey Me

“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.

Now baby tell me what you wanna do with me See l have been waiting for this so long , making love till the sun comes out .Baby l just wanna take it nice and slow Now here we are , traveling round town , going to places where am gonna lay you down .Girl you got me saying my my my , I wish that I pull over and get this thing started like now . I wanna do something freaky to you baby . I don't think they heard me , I wanna do something freaky to you baby till you call out my name . They call me USHER OA YM OMT ,now baby tell me what you wanna do with me ...

“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.

Victor suddenly muttered. His voice wasn't loud, in fact, it was barely above a whisper. Yet in a room filled with terrified silence, everyone heard every word. "As long as they served their purpose, did it matter whose hand they obeyed?" he continued quietly. "I hated having my entertainment taken away from me but ultimately it didn't matter whose hand it fell into. If it was gone, then it was gone."

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.

I swallowed hard, trying to force down the rising tide of bile and panic, waiting with bated breath for the executioner’s axe of his words to fall. "Behave yourself. Be obedient." The words hit me like a physical blow, and I couldn't stop the fierce, instinctual scowl from twisting my features. My eyebrows knitted together in a tight, furious line, my lips curling in immediate distaste. Behave? Be obedient?

Ace said as he held the wine in his hand like a business dealer. Bailey was a beta, probably in his late fifties with a wife and children but chose to have affairs but all these were just guesses and deductions. He was tall though an inch shorter than six, plump but attractive and he seemed to be a very shady and dishonest man. "You are not the only one who said that." Bailey said and his eyes went to me. "What a beautiful prize you have here, I won't lie you have expensive taste. If you ever get tired of this beautiful goddess, you can give her to me after all; it's difficult to find omega Ws and I hear their heat is more pleasureable than any esctasy drug on this planet."