Disobedience Novels & Stories

“ 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?”

with a deadpan that almost made me laugh. Almost. It irritated me. Which, of course, only intrigued me more. I liked obedience. Expected it. I didn’t work with men who couldn’t follow orders. I didn’t live with anyone who questioned my structure. So why did his rebellion feel less like a threat… and more like a hook in my chest? Because he’s malleable, I told myself. Because under the sarcasm and twitchy fingers, he was a mess of unresolved tension and misplaced pride. And that kind of boy — the clever kind, the sharp kind — always begged best when broken in right.

“You sign, and the debt dies tonight. You refuse, and it grows teeth.” Arden looked at the numbers again. Looked at her phone screen, hairline cracks catching light. Looked at the long month stretched ahead like a thin bridge over a very black drop. Thirty days. Thirty days was a bone she could chew without breaking her jaw. “What exactly does obedience mean?” Maddox’s attention rested on her hands. “It means when we say stop, you stop. When we say come, you come.” Heat flashed under her skin. She hated that it did. She hated that Elio saw it, because his eyes flipped from amused to interested in a heartbeat.

Then make her count after every strike until she loses her voice. The urge to punish her so badly consumed me to the brim. When I was done with her, she would never disobey me, not in this life, nor in the next. I detested disobedience. It is an unforgivable sin. No disobedient member of my pack lived to tell the tale. As my late father had said, disobedience led to disloyalty. And disloyalty led to betrayal. It leaves one party hurt beyond repair. Just like Amber had hurt me.

“In here, your pious act means nothing. Help me take a bath—or the night won’t end well... for either of us.” The silence stretched. I could almost hear him thinking, could almost hear the gears on his head turning, measuring the consequence of his disobedience. Then, at last, I heard slow, reluctant footsteps approach. He stopped at the doorway, shoulders tense, eyes unreadable. His defiance hadn’t disappeared—it was merely contained, smothered beneath obedience. “Good,” I murmured. He didn’t respond, but he stepped forward, movements rigid and precise, every gesture reluctant. I could feel the weight of his restraint, how much it cost him to simply comply.

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.