Novel & Cerita Luke Obey Me

No matter how they bullied me or abused me, I never resisted again. When the electroshock baton was finally pulled away, smoke rose from my throat as I collapsed limply onto the bed. Tyler stared at me in disbelief before demanding, "Don't stop! I don't believe he's actually learned to be this obedient!" The men, who were actually thugs, exchanged a look before handing me a bottle of sulfuric acid to drink. Everyone was convinced I would finally tear off my "facade of obedience" and start raging about the injustice like I used to. However, I simply flashed an eerie smile and parted my lips.

Fuck me now. “W-What do you want?” Help me. Help me, please. He chuckles. “You’re ready on the floor, doc, so this should be easy.” Fuck me. “What do you want?” “Kneel.”

"What do you want?" Luke sat in a chair, his hands supporting a dragon-headed cane, chuckling as he said, "Blair, I want to hear you call me 'father.'" Blair squinted. Luke's mind seemed slightly off. However, Blair could not care about that now. Hearing what he said, he reluctantly called out, "Father." Luke burst into laughter, "If only you had been obedient earlier. Regardless, you're both my sons. Even if I'm ruthless, I would have left you a way out."

A breathless Casey hissed while taking intermittent pauses to regain her breath, "What's wrong with you, Owen? When I say you can't go that means you can't go!" This unnerved Owen and he stomped his foot and stepped down. With his towering figure getting close to Casey, Owen grabbed her shoulders and spat over her face, "Stop it! You are my mate not my master! I am bound to obey just one person and that's the Lycan King!" Casey pushed his hands scrunching her shoulders and retorted, "Exactly! You are meant to obey the Lycan King Gian. Lucas isn't the Lycan King! He is nobody! Why do you keep tailing him all the time!"

He wasn't telling me what to do, he was ordering me to go out with him. Whenever my father ordered me around, I knew I had to obey him, otherwise, he was going to punish me for what I had done wrong, and that is something that I would not want to happen. “You are right, father. He's our guest and I should treat him right nicely. Luke, would you like to accompany me to the kitchen for us to enjoy the meal that you prepared for us?” I did not bother looking at Silas. I know he must be disgusted. How can he not be, before him, my father was literally selling me out to the highest bidder and at that moment Luke was the highest leader of all.

True I wasn’t like that before, Enzo talked some sense into me after Luke, I never let anyone step over me again since that day. Finally he stepped back, raking a hand through his hair in frustration, his eyes had gotten darker and I couldn’t tell if it was anger from my words or something else. “Say what you want. The fact is, you’re under my authority now. You will obey pack rules and not step a toe out of line, or you will not like the consequences,” There was something left unspoken in his words, it made the air around us heavy. I bit my lip, holding back a snarky reply. Arguing would get me nowhere right now.

"The reminder that you are not completely your own anymore?" Lucas's stomach felt queasy. "Yes," he admitted. "Good," Adrian said. "It's a tool, not a punishment. It's there to remind you that even when you are free, I guide you. Even when you are quiet, you obey." Then Adrian leaned closer, his voice dropping. "Tonight, I will test something more subtle. Your willingness to obey. Your calmness. Will you let me guide you without stopping?" Lucas didn't answer. He didn't move. He could only feel Adrian's quiet, powerful body behind him, the feeling of Adrian banging him, and the silent message that no move or breath was truly his own.

He had his reading glasses perched on his nose and was scrolling through his newsfeed on F******k. "And teenagers are widely known to go against orders sometimes". He continued, this time fully engrossed in his phone. "Oh honey! I know but it is not that". Hannie cried out and mistakenly spilled the water on the floor while taking the kettle off the sink. "It is about, you know? The curse". She whispered this time, crossed over the spilled water and placed the kettle on the cooker. "Have you forgotten that he is not supposed to keep late nights immediately he turns fourteen? And he has been keeping to the instructions all these while not until he turned fifteen lately. She added almost at th

The crowd chanted. “You heard them, Master. They want to fight you and I think you should obey them,” Luke said as he went and looked through the window. “Master, there are two hundred and eight of them. All of them combined are a more formidable opponent than these two,” Luke said. “Are you saying that you want me to fight the crowd instead of these two?” I asked with an angry look on my face. “Yes, Master. Leave these two to me. I’ll handle them,” Luke said with a straight face.

His bones, his muscles, every joint felt as if they were being tightly bound by invisible ropes, making it hard for him even to breathe. He understood immediately. Sienna was bound, so he would feel bound as well. Could that absurd Empathy Sync System actually be real? A terrifying thought began to take shape in his mind. He suddenly stood up and said to Lydia, who was peeling an apple for him, "Go out with my mom and do some shopping. I want to be alone for a while." Then he turned to Mrs. Whitaker. "Mom, you must be tired too. Go relax. Use the card however you like."