Mammon Obey Me Novels & Stories

Mammon warned. "I don't understand any of this.." "stretch forth your hands." Mammon ordered. "No wait! You can't just send me to a new world...." Audrey couldn't complete here statement, as darkness beclouded her sense of vision.

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.

– Alencar asked. - No one you need to know. – Mammon said. - I see, you know, he may not have been born, but we want him. – Mammon said. - You're going to refuse, Gibson Alencar, isn't it better than staying here? – Mamon questioned him. - It's better than staying here. – Gibson Alencar said. - Well. - Mamon said, taking a paper, releasing his hand, sign, you exchange your damn life, for the soul of a pure being and that has nothing to lose if you die. - He said.

“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.”

I looked up at him, eyes wide, desperate for hope. “Sell yourself to me,” he said plainly. “Become mine. My puppet. My toy. My property. In return, I’ll clear your debt and give you the life you’ve always dreamed of.” He paused, watching me like a hawk. “If you refuse, your only option is to continue paying off the five hundred thousand. And you know how that works: by stripping in my club. Until it’s all paid.” His words stabbed me like a dagger. Sell myself? How was that any different from the cage I was already in?