Obey Me Asmodeus Novels & Stories

Fear filled her orbs. "But I thought..." "Officer Mike!" A man yelled. He was running towards us like an athlete. He got to where we stood and stopped, panting heavily. He snatched the gun from officer Mike, bowing to the devil . "He's a new subordinate and doesn't know the rules. Please punish me Mr. Kaleth," the officer bows, stretching out the gun to the devil. I blink rapidly. My throat burned. What rules? What made him untouchable.

"Could something have gone wrong with the mods?" Dad was shaving when he heard that. His expression remained indifferent. "That's exactly how he's supposed to act after the mods—quiet, obedient, and trouble-free. Now, stop worrying about things you shouldn't. Just do your job, and don't give him any special treatment."

And today, it had come to destroy the very being it, as a human had sworn to love and protect. There was no love now, only rage, hunger, and the need to feed. It was always hungry. And all it knew was that Suzanne Summers held the key. Once it consumed her, the hunger would stop. Once it gave the abyss Suzanne Summer’s soul, it would be able to return to its original form and dwell amongst the living once again.

Qeiza tried to release herself from Ansel’s grasps, but he was very agile in reading her movements. HOP! Unpredictably, Ansel’s stocky arms had lifted her slim body and carried her toward the couch. “You are crazy, Sir!” Qeiza insulted him as soon as he sat her on the couch. Ansel smiled slightly. “I don’t like any kind of rejections,” he insisted. “So, be obedient and everything will be easy.” “One more,” he added. “Keep that ‘Sir’ away. I do hate your formal attitude.” Qeiza clenched her teeth, feeling so upset with the powerful attitude shown by Ansel.

I shouted. I hated what I was doing but I can't fight it anymore. I needed front so bad. My basement door opened. "Yes, sir," Izabella stood before me. Soon a nasty smile appears on her face seeing what I have called her for. "Lock the door behind you and come to me," I ordered her as my right hand slowly traces the full length of my dick. She came to me. I stopped her at the last step. "Strip naked and crawl to me," I again ordered her.

I dismissed the guard and he walked back bowing his head low signifying respect for me before exiting. I was unfazed by this because it was also part of his duty, for him to worship me as the ultimate Alpha. I paced back to my bed and sat by the edge of it, suddenly I felt hard and hony all at once, the ladies I have sent for haven't arrived yet but I was longing for them already. I pressed my palm in between my thighs lost in desire and ecstasy. At that moment I just needed a figure of an angelic body to ride me and send me to the realm of ecstasy.

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

"He threatened me. If I'm not obedient, he'll punish the people around me." Ashton was stunned. Then she stood up and began to curse loudly. "What a pile of garbage he is!"

The display of raw power was both terrifying and surprising, reminding us all of Noah's position as the leader Blackmoon pack. "Who the hell do you think you are, questioning me?" Noah's voice echoed with a commanding force. "I am your alpha, and you are obligated to obey my every order until the day you die. Do you understand, you worthless punk?" Jerald's face burned with a mix of humiliation and fury. His body trembled involuntarily, succumbing to the overwhelming weight of Noah's alpha prowess. It was a stark reminder of the inherent hierarchy embedded within werewolf society—the unwavering obedience expected from those beneath the alpha's mantle.

She couldn’t hide the look on her face at his words, so she said, “I know Ancients have helped you and are in true control of your forces.” The smile on Asmodeus’s face did not falter. His ocean eyes seemed to shine with pride at her words. “Yes. I have been a pawn in their game, but, like you, I am no mere plaything. They have us lined up like chess pieces on a board, but I see another way through this.” His eyes bore into her soul as he continued, “I don’t want to fight you. It would be a shame to scratch such a beautiful face.” The blue in his eyes sparkled with hunger and amusement as he watched her bristle at his remark. He ran his tongue over his fangs as if imagining what her blood wo