Mc Obey Me Novels & Stories

one said. “Oh, come on, that can’t be. You know how the MO exaggerates,” another replied. “But I was there, and I saw her…It’s not normal. It’s like her lifeforce was sapped out of her,” another chipped in. “Hey, Tom, earth to Tom. You heard about Emily from Socio-Economics?” the first one leaned over, waving his hand in front of Tom’s face. “What’s that glowing vial? Another one of your toys?” the same lecturer asked.

I never thought that as the CEO of a listed company, I'd ever be pointed at and called a car moocher. The kicker? That was my car. 20 minutes after I called the cops, a cruiser pulled up. But before the two officers could even ask me about the carjacking, my driver, Hayden Jenkins, tore down the street in my black Maybach. He slammed on the brakes right in front of me and scrambled out of the driver's seat. With a pale face, he asked, "Ms. Gray, what's going on? Why did you call the police?"

More importantly, what is his M O? I need to speak to dad.

The Upper Room bar was in full swing as crowd flock in and out, everyone dance and drink happily. "You win girl! You always do" Mia cheer on Amber as she takes the huge amount of cash on the table of other players. "Mr. Liam is here!" the monopoly game organiser informs happily as other players begins to back out slowly but she stands firm wondering why the players were giving up.

Miu: "Um... Oga-kun, are you the one who received a perfect score on the entrance exam?" Monica: "That's me, what's wrong? Are we from the same school?" Monica might be surprised, but nothing could surprise him anymore in this world, or rather, if that wasn't the case, he felt that it would be unnatural somehow. He couldn't describe it very well, but it was as if the girls kept coming toward him, one after another, but when he thought about his quality, he didn't think that it was weird, it was similar to when an ant would gather around the sugar, and in the eyes of women, he might be as sweet as a sugar.

I'm beyond grateful! XO, Mecca

“let’s push the hand cement mixer machine on social media two days before it launching.” I chuckled, “You don’t expect Ambre newest machine to be marketed on social media, do you? That’s ridiculous. I don’t do social media. It’s just too crowded and full of miscreants ” “That’s it!” her eyes lit up. “Crowd, that’s exactly what the company needs. Imagine a video detailing how one can easily mix cement with a hand machine instead of a shovel to this, in your word 'miscreants'?” I walked up to her, handing her a cup of steaming coffee. “ Ambre is not for paupers.”

Dominic POV “You understand that what I’m doing right now could cost me my license to practice, right?” I nodded to Patrick, and he continued pulling out the information I had requested. Patrick McKamey was responsible for everything legal in my life and business. My father had done business with the lawyer before his passing, and since Patrick had been a long-time family friend and ally, I continued using his services after the torch was passed down to me.

I mumbled. "I love you, too"

the man says we jump shouting hugging each other. She won. My best friend won.