Mammon Obey Me Novels & Stories

“I am not like you, Mammon. I have a wife to claim and a daughter to fetch! “Well, good luck with that. You are now compelled because of a wife who forgot your existence, you cannot do shit right now, booyah.” Mammon the Avarice mocked the grand duke for his proud love for his family made a weakness out of him who was renowned to be the invincible wielder of the darkness of the three worlds.

Dominic didn’t look away. “Yes.” It wasn’t even a hesitation. Roman closed his eyes, like that answer physically hurt him to hear. “You’re going to make her fall in love with you.” “No,” Dominic said. “I’m going to make her need me.” Matteo stared at him, stunned silent. “Dominic…” he said finally, voice low and hollow. “This is how monsters are born.” “No Matteo, they are not not born,” he said quietly. “They’re chosen.”

I mentally rolled my eyes, like who believes in such at this day and time? "Whether you all believe it or not, the goddess of Karma exists. When I was younger before I jumped into a well, I prayed to the god of Karma to make sure my mother suffered," Aimee said nonchalantly. "What kind of prayer did you make?" I asked desperately and Harper sat up. "Just the way I didn't see food to eat, my mother would see food but won't be able to eat it, just the way I was suffering on the street, my mother would suffer in the hospital," Aimee's jaw clenched and unclenched.

destined to break everything I touch. But I can’t change now. Not for Mom, and certainly not for the new, bewildering feelings I have for Trish. I’m the freaking King of Mthland High and possibly the damn city.

he asked after a long silence. Chiara dragged her bottom lip between her teeth and sighed. “You’re always telling me what to do. Do you think I like being controlled all the time? Were you expecting me to ignore my grandfather because of you?” She glanced up at him and flinched when she saw the way he was glaring. “Besides… if I keep complying, he might tell me what happened to my mom.” He sighed, pulling her up from the floor and guiding her to sit on the bed. “Whatever I tell you is for your own good. Disobeying me won’t give you control, because believe me, I’ll always put you back in your place.”

“Wait! Wait!” “I have things to do, Mr. Sebastian,” he stated, all business. “You either have the money, or you don’t.” My mind spiraled. *Two million.* The number was insane. And for what? For a woman who might have already given her heart and her body to another man? The urge to put a bullet in this extortionist’s head was a palpable, sweet temptation. I swallowed my pride, the taste of it bitter. “That’s… a lot of fucking money,” I finally spat out, my tone shifting from a threat to a desperate plea, an attempt to find a crack in his resolve.

Amelia's POV “You see how it feels now? Don't worry, the rules are easy.” “Number one, don't let another man breathe near you. Remain loyal to me like you said you are.” I scoffed. Like I could even fathom the thought of actually letting another man breathe near me. That was deeply impossible. “Done. What's the next one?” “Nex one is, don't let another man exist near you.” “Are you crazy?” “Yes. It's pretty obvious. Follow these rules, and we are going to have the best time together.”