Belphie Obey Me Novels & Stories

BELLA My excited mood was hampered by them. Despite the subtle signs I was giving, they seemed not to be understanding any of it, just moping at me like fools. It was infuriating. “Look at me,” Blue said, his tone carrying a weight that forced me to do what he demanded. There was this compulsion, an intense need to do as he ordered unquestionably. It was as if my body were programmed to only obey the voice, something that didn't sit well with me, but I couldn't do anything about it.

“Show him you’re sincere.” “How?” The question came out as a frustrated growl. “By being obedient. Patient.” I stiffened. “Obedient? You want me to be a dog at his beck and call? To roll over and beg?” The image was so antithetical to my entire being it was physically repulsive.

My soul felt like giving up on me when I felt his glare. A began to pant heavily, I couldn't look at his gaze, feeling terrified. "I thought I gave you an order to stay still." He said dominantly. Under the ambience of his dominating presence my voice came out like a whimper. "Please, Sir." "Our contract states that you will obey my ‘every’ order." He said moving closer and I realized he was trying to practically show me how delicately I was trapped in his web. "But this not-" "You better abide by the contract, Ms. Beth... It will be better for you."

I stepped into the cycle obediently, like a child trying to please their mother. "There is nothing you can do now, Destiny," Beelzebub said. "Or should I call you my Garuda?" he smirked.

I spat, every word torn raw from me. His grip tightened, fingers digging into me hard enough to bruise. The air around us seemed to shrink, heavy, suffocating. “I only have one rule, Isa. One.” His voice dropped lower, intimate and lethal. “Why is it so hard for you to follow? Obey me, and everything will be fine.” The scream inside me clawed for release, but I swallowed it down, my chest heaving. “I’ll obey,” I forced out, each syllable jagged and bitter, “but only if you let go of my Liliana.”

“You will learn obedience. You will learn your place.” The pain intensified. I screamed, but no sound came out. The bodies around me started to move. Hands grabbed at me, pulling me down into the pile. I tried to fight them off, but there were too many. They dragged me deeper. Deeper. Until I was buried beneath the weight of the dead. “This is what happens when you disobey,” the voice said. “If you cannot deliver as my chosen one, then you will become one of them. A corpse to add to the mountain of corpses. Is that what you want? To be putrid? Rotten? Dismembered?”

There are two kinds of people in this world—those who kneel and those who make others kneel. I am neither of them. I don't bow, nor do I defy for the sake of rebellion. I do not kneel, because I have no master. I do not stand defiantly because I do not need to prove the Bianchi power. I exist beyond those choices. I am an obedient child. That's what I make my parents believe at least. Or I simply don't care. They think I am one.

He mumbled, the defiance he had when he just walked in was no more. "You better do it. Go get me a cup of black coffee, no cream, no sugar." I ordered, he nodded and left. I hope I didn't do too much, the last thing I want is for him to come with a resignation letter.

He chuckled, “Now, I understand. You think I won’t do it, right? You think I won’t blow your brains?” I swallowed hard, trying to calm my beating chest. Fear was an understatement of how I was feeling now, and the last thing I wanted was to make him angrier than he already was. “I’ve been obedient. You can’t deny that.” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “You have? Tell me then, is there one single thing I have ordered, and you obeyed?” “My body.” I muttered. He scrunched his face in confusion. “And what about your body?”

If this had been before, I would have been overwhelmed, sobbing with gratitude, convinced Adrian was the best man alive. However, now, looking at that expectant face, I felt only calm. Once or twice, my heart stirred, but not for him. Instead, it was for the girl I used to be. After all, he now looked exactly like her. At last, I sighed. "Adrian, stop trying to win me back. We've walked through ten years together. We both know who we are. So stop following me. Just go." He looked at me, searching for words, but I cut him off.