Obey Me Beel Novels & Stories

"I recited it to you..." Brent cleared his throat and solemnly recited, "Ms. Abigail, you should be afraid; Ms. Abigail, you will eat prison food; Ms. Abigail is here, the bad guys will be defeated; With Ms. Abigail, there will be glory! Whether you are a pine or a dragon, I advise you to melt the ice consciously; Ms. Abigail will end your life with one move, and send you to the sky in a second!" "..." Upon hearing this, Abigail was taken aback, what on earth?

He shouted, "Joey Larson!" I froze, and my heart pounded. Could he... see me? But the next second, a cold smile tugged at his lips. He sent me a voice message, accompanied by a video. The footage showed Mom's grave, desecrated. Bones were scattered across the ground. "This is the price you pay for disobedience. Come out now unless you want others to suffer too. And come apologize to Zayla right now! Or I'll grind your mother's bones to ash and pour it into the toilet!" he threatened.

Please don’t let me die, I still have so many women to bed! Bob the security guard stayed in a hunched position for what seemed like a very long time, praying to every enlighted name he knew, from Jesus to Krishna to Buddha. “Bob…” a voice called out. Bobs eyes shot open and the hair at the back of his neck literally stood up. Shit…no..stay away…. “Bob….” the voice called again. Leave me alone…. A cold bony finger poked his back and Bob screamed, jumping up, “AHHHHHHHH!”

It was the same video he sent originally—the one of Jayce beating and threatening his father, though this time there was text beneath it. "Meet me tomorrow—park at 9—or I show this to the police,"

I had always been obedient. Whatever people told me to do, I did without question. When my wealthy biological parents finally brought me home, my adopted sister leaned close and whispered arrogantly, "I'm the one and only Saunders daughter. If you know what's good for you, leave on your own!" I obediently nodded. Then I turned around and ran straight into the traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. They scrambled out of the car and dragged me back, their faces already pale with terror. My brother glared at me and warned in a low voice, "If you keep acting like this, I'll send you back to that hellhole." That night, I obediently locked myself inside a dog crate. When he fo

BELLA My excited mood was hampered by them. Despite the subtle signs I was giving, they seemed not to be understanding any of it, just moping at me like fools. It was infuriating. “Look at me,” Blue said, his tone carrying a weight that forced me to do what he demanded. There was this compulsion, an intense need to do as he ordered unquestionably. It was as if my body were programmed to only obey the voice, something that didn't sit well with me, but I couldn't do anything about it.

“Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?” Daniel didn’t blink. “I’m just following the orders of my senior.” “Your senior is going to be my husband whether you like it or not. Listen and listen me well, as soon as I become his wife, the first thing I’m going to do is throw your fuck ass out of here. Did you understand?”

My lips parted wide, and I felt the cool air touch the wet space between them. “Now stay until I tell you to move.” “Yes, sir.” I stayed perfectly still and waited for his next words. It felt so good to obey him like that. Over the next three hours, he handled several business meetings and calls. He never acknowledged me or drew attention to me. But everyone who entered the room could see I was his submissive, his favorite. When half the day had passed, he finally reached down and pulled me close. He held me so we could both relax.

My wolf stirred violently at the realization, his restlessness returning with twice the force. I clenched my fists. “Find her, I do not care whatever it takes, make sure she is brought back here before the end of today.” I said

Another test of obedience. Desmond’s voice came through next, quiet, controlled. “Sienna, follow exactly what they ask. No mistakes. We have eyes everywhere.” “I understand,” I whispered. Gabriel’s text followed: Stay sharp. They can’t hurt you if you do exactly as we plan. Step after step, I obeyed. Every movement calculated. Every word controlled. Fear threatened to take over, but love kept me moving. Finally, the last message arrived: Bring yourself alone. They’ll return the children if all instructions are followed perfectly.