Disobedience Novels & Stories

“What makes you feel I hate our father?” “Because you enjoy disobeying our father instructions.” “How?” “Why have you let the evil spirits to dwell with you?” Ofu asked, ignoring Abuo’s question. Abuo did not reply. “Oh! You have refused to speak because what I say is the truth, and your conscience is judging you. People can disobey their father, disregard him, and even dishonour him. That is why the gods are up there, to put things into order down here,” Ofu said and moved his head away from the tree before running his arms around Abuo’s neck.

I refuse to believe that his decision is final. Because if there’s anything I am in this world, in this system, is resistance. I’m not rebellious because I want to be. I rebel because I need to. Obedience has only gotten me so far. And if I want to protect my children, both of them, I can’t afford to simply submit anymore. I will find a way to protect my babies. Even if it means protecting them from their father.

he said, his tone low but steady, “but I can’t go anywhere else. Not with my mum in the house. We need to keep up appearances or didn’t you hear what she said?” My jaw tightened. Of course he wouldn’t fight it. Of course he would follow every word she said, every demand she made. Mummy’s boy, I muttered silently again, wishing for even a fraction of defiance from him. But no—obedience was second nature, drilled into him from birth, like some unbreakable habit. I took a step closer, letting my frustration show, letting him feel the tension crackling between us. “I did,” I said, more firmly. “But that doesn’t mean we blindly follow every order. You know, if you had even a little backbone, mayb

“But none of those things guarantee your life because if I didn’t get what I want you would be nothing but a nuisance. And I would rather kill you.” “I did nothing wrong to you. You can’t kill me!” “I can do whatever the fuck you want and if you value your life then start fûcking obeying me, instead of antagonizing me at every step.” My words came out soft and solemn, “I would need you to respect me and see me as your equal to obey you.” “Suit yourself.” He stood up straight and said, “But remember, disobeying me comes with consequences.” With those words echoing around me, he left the room.

it commanded. --- A pause. --- “Or be erased.” --- The threat lingered— --- Cold. --- Final. --- But the prototype didn’t look at it. --- Didn’t acknowledge it. --- Because for the first time— --- It wasn’t listening. --- Adrian exhaled slowly. --- “It’s ignoring it…” --- Victor’s voice dropped. --- “No.” --- A pause. --- “It’s choosing not to obey.” --- The distinction mattered. --- Because disobedience wasn’t error. ---

“ Oh, that explains it, “ he says sitting down on the big sofa. I stand in front of the couch ready to announce what we have in-store today. “ Today, we have tasks to do and no slacking off. “ I ordered All I get is a groan in response. “ I need people to grocery shop, make sure food is prepared, make sure everyone gets it, and take turns guarding my dad’s office, “ I commanded “ Why should we listen to you? I want to go back to bed. For god’s sake it’s 8 AM. “ one of the angsty teens rudely questions “ You know what, if you all don’t get finished with my tasks by the time I get back I’ll have you scrubbing the floors with toothbrushes! “ I threaten The young ones look scared of me at that m

The piece of shit used to sell human beings as if they're objects, men, women, kids of all ages as if they're nothing but the source of someone's amusement. My jaw tightened with bloodlust and anger. I low growled throwing a kick to the punching bag imagining his ugly face taking the hits. Punch after punch I feel my hands starting to hurt. My knuckles started to feel sore from the violent friction. He had a family, a wife and kids but he had no problem selling out children and women for profit, personal gain and power in the underworld. I fucking hated how people were willing to do messed-up shit and turn a blind eye just for dirty fucking money.

Maybe that way I would have an idea of what her take is. My treacherous legs take me to the field.I guess I was to exercise after all even if it means dragging my body through the field.To be honest,I’m not even sure why I reacted that strongly to that assembly.I have always known that it was not acceptable.Even worse,it was treated like some sort of rebellion towards authority.There’s history of girls being expelled for the mere thought of being suspected to be in relationships even without proof.I guess crying was my body’s way of grieving what was never and never will be.

As I left my audience with the King of idiots my head was spinning. I had way more questions than answers and I had no idea when, or if, I’d ever get a real explanation. Clearly Mr ‘Obey Me’ didn’t think I was worth giving any answers to, and there was no way I was going to try and ask my escort as I was sure he considered it ‘not my business’. Of course, why would the direction of my life be my business? I hated werewolves.

She couldn't speak for fear that her voice would betray her and she'd break down crying. “Is this why you're leaving your mom over such a trivial matter?” Maria asked loudly, “If you'd just listen and come home to discuss things, would your mom need to go through this?” There it was again, the expectation to obey... “And look at you, making a mountain out of a molehill. We'll compensate your grandmother. As long as her demands aren't outrageous, we'll pay,” Crystal’s mom said sternly, “Don't act as if we're out to get you and take it out on your mom! How could you?”