Disobedience Novels & Stories

Their gifts filled an entire room. Nora was so jealous that she became furious. Every day, she tried to scare me by whispering in my ear. "Rebecca, you have no idea, do you? Theodore kills without a second thought. If he gets upset, he takes it out on the people around him. You're walking right into a lion's den! If you ask me, you should give up. But we can't reject his family's engagement offer either… How about this? I'll sacrifice myself and go to your place..."

She looks Chris up and down. "He is definitely more rogue than king." She says. Everyone in our group begins laughing, but the others look confused. "What do you mean?" Docia asks. "Martina, why don't you tell them your theory." I wink at her even as I hear the men groan. "So I have a theory that no one will allow me to prove. I think men's penis sizes are based on rank. So the king would have the biggest, and the rogues would have the smallest. Chris looks more rogue than king to me. Now, would anyone like to prove me wrong?" She pulls out her measuring tape. Adrian and Victoria look at each other before throwing their heads back and laughing loudly.

"But you know he would have never pulled it. You know it was probably empty. You know Austin and you really believe he would have done that no matter how much they wronged him?" "You are defending him because you love him but I want you to realize. The pack has a hierarchy and the grand alpha is on top of it. Because of you, and his emotions, he made a fool of that. Don't you think other omegas will be more encouraged towards a revolt on seeing how disobedient their own alpha can be?" I sighed. "You mean fighting for himself is being disobedient? Beta, you are also saying things like this about your alpha with no regards for the hierarchy."

Xyro’s chest heaved, his wide eyes darting between Nine and me, “S… Sir, I… I didn’t mean to disobey! I just thought…” “Mhm… That's your problem, Xyro. You ‘thought’. But thinking isn't your job, is it? I don’t tolerate disobedience, Xyro. It’s a simple rule. Follow it, and you live. Break it, and…” I trailed off, straightening, “Well, you know what happens.” I leaned forward, resting one of my palms on the armrest of the chair. “N… No… I mean yes… Yes sir.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Didn’t move. I let them sit there in the weight of it. The weight of me. The weight of what they had just remembered. That I am not their friend. Not their savior. Not their hope. I am the reason the pack is still breathing. And if they test me again, I will be the reason it burns. ~~~ I watched them bow. I watched them pretend. Their heads lowered. Their mouths shut. But I could still hear the grind of their teeth. Still smell the rot of disobedience crawling under their skin like maggots. Respect isn’t real when it’s born from fear. But obedience? Obedience I could work with.

They paused just long enough to remind me that silence can say more than scripture. “Miss” He glanced down the attendance sheet. “Daniels, is it? You wrote your entrance essay on the paradox of obedience. Stand, please.” My pulse stumbled. I rose, clutching the hem of my cardigan. “Yes, sir.” “Do you believe obedience and goodness are the same?” A few students turned, waiting for me to falter. I didn’t. “No, sir. Obedience is comfort. Goodness is a choice.” His expression didn’t change, but a flicker of approval or recognition passed behind his eyes. “And when choice defies God?”

I had always been obedient. Whatever people told me to do, I did without question. When my wealthy biological parents finally brought me home, my adopted sister leaned close and whispered arrogantly, "I'm the one and only Saunders daughter. If you know what's good for you, leave on your own!" I obediently nodded. Then I turned around and ran straight into the traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. They scrambled out of the car and dragged me back, their faces already pale with terror. My brother glared at me and warned in a low voice, "If you keep acting like this, I'll send you back to that hellhole." That night, I obediently locked myself inside a dog crate. When he fo

My dream was always to do a language stay in London and continue my education to become an English teacher in my High school. I have just one problem, my parents won't allow me to leave Switzerland and this for seven months. I didn't tell them already but I want to and I think I'm going to do it today. So I'm lying on my bed right now but I want to gather the courage and stand up. I feel like my whole body lost the power to tell them. I start to count until three. "One. Two. Three!" I put my head up but it immediately falls against my pillow. I can't. I'm too much afraid to disappoint my parents or more worst to make them angry.

She tried to sneak away before they noticed her, but she couldn’t sneak even if she wanted to. Her footsteps were loud, just like her personality. Honest, and she could never hide a secret. She didn’t mean to break their moment, but she still did. She felt ashame.

He was angry at me. Of course, he was. He had ordered me to do something and I had not moved a muscle. And that was what made him angry at me. I looked into his eyes which were red with the fury he was feeling towards me. He was furious because I had disrespected him in a way. Disobedience was considered as disrespect. He had ordered me to do something and I had not obeyed him. Mate or not, all the vampires are obliged to obey their Master. I narrowed my eyes and leaned with the headboard of the bed. I parted my legs in front of him. Tears blurred my vision as I felt myself exposed in front of his eyes.