Mammon Obey Me Novels & Stories

“Attention.” His cold voice silenced the room instantly. The mobsters raised their heads from their bows. “The names of those going on tomorrow’s mission have already been sent out. I’m sure you’ve seen your names.” Then his gaze shifted toward Amy again. A chill ran through her body. She still couldn’t read his expression. “But before I brief the mission…” His voice hardened dangerously. “Bring the fool who disobeyed me.” Marcus raised his hand, signaling two mobsters. Moments later, a man was dragged into the hall and thrown roughly onto the floor.

Dare. Right. Maybe it’s the tequila finally kicking in or the painful new shoes or the fact that my skin is itchy as hell and probably beet red as well underneath the mohair, but something insane hits, and I give him my own Miss American wave—only it’s really a one-finger salute. It’s a whole new level of juvenile, completely childish and revealing. I’m bitter, it screams. I hate you is scrawled across my face. Same is what he’s thinking if the tightening of his lips is anything to go on

-You'll tell them I'm your boyfriend, he replies, offended by the question. -Damon, they're more old-fashioned; if I bring someone home, they'll think differently, I say, pleading with him with my eyes to stay here. -What? They'll think I want to marry you? They'll find out I don't mind, he says, pulling me into his arms. -Damon, my dad is more difficult; I don't think it's a good idea. -Darling, I'm the boss of a criminal organization, I own a chain of hotels and several clubs, I'm sure if I can handle those, I can handle your dad too.

When Monica was confused by the sudden appearance of the panel on his head, he saw another panel and heard another voice on his mind. Monica was full of questions on his mind, but then he saw another panel and heard another voice.

John’s muscular body flexed behind me sweat dripping down his chest as he fucked me without mercy. “Oh God Daddy your cock feels so good,” I moaned pushing back against him. “Harder. I want to feel you for days.” He reached around and rubbed my clit roughly while slamming into me. “This tight pussy is mine. No one else gets to touch it. Say it.” “It is yours Daddy,” I gasped my voice breaking. “Only yours. Fuck me like you own me.” John groaned and drove deeper his hips slapping loudly against my ass. The gym echoed with our moans and the wet sounds of his cock stretching my pussy. I came hard clenching around him my legs shaking so badly I could barely stand.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

“You are such a perfect little mess for me. Look at you. Trembling. Dripping. Breathless. My favorite obsession, laid out like a gift. You want me to ruin you again, don’t you? Say it, my greedy little bitch. Tell me how much this cock means to your needy, soaking cunt. Good girl. That is it. My filthy goddess.” His lips brushed my neck as his tongue dragged across my skin. I moaned in response, blindfolded and cuffed to the bed, completely at his mercy.

Mom, Kian, he—" "Be quiet." Diane shot her a harsh glare before turning back to me. "Since we’re already this far into the conversation, I won’t waste time going in circles. If you want to marry my daughter, fine. First, you’ll prove yourself." "Prove… how?" She set her spoon down and leaned forward slightly, announcing her decision, "Register as a delivery driver. Do it part-time. Work for three months. "For those three months, you are not allowed to use a single dollar from your family. Everything you eat, everything you spend—it all comes from what you earn delivering food."

Believing we're valuable even when we're not producing anything. It's slow. Uncomfortable. Uncertain. But it's also—it's also real. And real, I'm learning, is worth more than perfect. Even when real is hard. Especially then. Later that day, Damien gets a text from his father. Another request for money, thinly veiled as "catching up." He shows it to me. "Part of me wants to respond. To explain why I can't help. To make him understand." "What's stopping you?"

Six replied calmly. “Pfft you give the humans too much credit, do not belittle us by making us carry out conquests on those humans” Mammon remarks proudly, “There is a reason why you are the weakest of the six, you don’t think things through and you think you are worth something just because you are a member of the princes” Six says in a condescending manner, “What did you say??... How dare you speak to me like that??” Mammon asked flaring up at what Six had said.