Disobedience Novels & Stories

He tried his best. The whole day does not leave the desire to escape to a country estate. I never liked the bustle of the city. But the father may perceive this as disobedience. My way is to go against his will, and he will be right. If not for my mother, the viscount would not have been able to force her to marry. Submissiveness is not my quality. Obedience and obedience causes irritation in me, which develops into anger.

We all do. Vastian’s palm lands again. A firm strike. She gasps. Darius leans close, his mouth near her ear. “Tell me why you’re being punished.” She hesitates, lips parting as she breathes through the sting. Then, soft, but sure: “Because I disobeyed.” He growls low in approval. “And what does disobedience earn you?” Another strike from Vastian. Her body jolts. She moans. “Correction,” she whispers.

“No! I want you to be my nanny! Please! You have to be my nanny!” "Dear, it’s not okay to go against our parents.” I sighed, trying to find the best way to make her understand. “Disobedience is not good manners. Your father will be upset…you don’t want that, do you? Please, listen to your dad and go home."

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

It didn’t help. “You shouldn’t be so fucking stuck up and mean, he’s only looking out for your best interest,” he said. I wasn’t stuck up or mean. And how was he looking out for my best interest? “Let her be, Kano. You’re being disrespectful,” Isaac said. How was his disrespect any different from Kano’s disrespect? Didn’t they both use the same words? The door flew opens and Blakely burst out.

The things I know that he will do to me makes me want to submit, so why do I run whenever he gets so close to doing just that? Thinking about Jace, I’m reminded that I’m supposed to call him back. Glancing at the clock, it’s already after midnight, but I know that doesn’t matter. Even if he’s sleeping, if he wakes up in the morning and there isn’t a missed call from me, I’ll be in hot water. It doesn’t really matter since I’m here and he’s there but knowing that I’m disobeying and that would earn me a punishment, will have me so hot, and he still hasn’t given me permission to give myself a release, so it will be torture. Why don’t I just do it anyway, because it’s not like he will know? I wi

“I just needed… air. I needed to breathe.” But my wolf was right. Leaving without a word, without his explicit permission, was worse than defiance. It was an act of profound disrespect. And to a man like Damian Blackwood, a man who built his empire on absolute control and unwavering loyalty, that was more dangerous than anything. Disobedience could be punished. Disrespect demanded annihilation.

By testing her obedience for him. She passed the rest but failed to obey him. And he came to know one more thing about her. Her emotional attachment. She always got quickly attached to anyone who would show a helping hand to her. Prolly this was the reason that she disobeyed him, denied his orders and went out with Ahmed, only because he might have once helped her. Through that he came to know of her weak area. She was one disobedient, stubborn, resistant piece and at times, she carried no fear of consequences when it came to those who were associated with her.

Evidence's face as she gently caressed it. Mr. Evidence sighed in frustration as he continued to stare at the crazy girl. "What gave her the guts to romance me in such a way? Why is she behaving as if I'm her date or husband? I see she has no fear for me and I think it's time I show her what I'm made of." Said Mr. Evidence as he thought of pushing her away from himself but something stopped him. He didn't know what it was. There was this strange feeling he got. His conscience started to judge him even before he thought of raising his hands to push her away. He never stopped to wonder why he always feels weak whenever he wants to hurt her. He just couldn't help it.

The king said. Damien gulped. "Kill him." Damien shook his head, "Father, I-I can't." The king tilted his head to the side. "Are you defying me, son?" He asked. Damien shook his head, "No, father but I ca-" Damien tried to say but his father cut him of. "Then kill him." Damien looked back at the man. All he saw in that poor man's eyes were fear but also hopelessness. "Father, please don't make me do this."