Obey Me Character Novels & Stories

“Show him you’re sincere.” “How?” The question came out as a frustrated growl. “By being obedient. Patient.” I stiffened. “Obedient? You want me to be a dog at his beck and call? To roll over and beg?” The image was so antithetical to my entire being it was physically repulsive.

"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!"

“Refused to do what you want? You disrespected me. And I need not tell you who I am. I can give you any punishment and you have no choice but to obey.” His tone was low and final. This isn’t fair. I turned away from him angrily, blinking away my tears that were starting to pool in my eyes. “Now that you understand how things work here, Aubrey, let me tell you I’ve been taking it easy on you, because since you’ve been disobeying me, someone else would have been mourned and buried by their corresponding mummies and daddies.” He spat, raising off the dresser and heading closer without taking his eyes off me.

Daniel made a sound of approval behind me—primal and satisfied and hungry for more. “That’s for hesitating,” he said, his voice dark with promise. “When I give you an order, you obey immediately. No thinking. Just obedience. Understand?” “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.” My voice broke on the apology. “You’ll be sorrier if you don’t learn.” Another spank, harder this time, the sound and my sharp cry echoing in the study. “Now push it out. Your body knows what to do even if your mind is fighting it.”

My muscles lock. “Look at you,” the elder says softly. “Still loyal.” My heart pounds against my ribs. Wild. Angry. “I will kill you,” I swear. The elder chuckles. “Not yet.” The symbol flares brighter. A voice fills my head. Low. Ancient. Obey. I grit my teeth until pain slices my gums. “No,” I whisper. Obey. I think of Aria. Her voice. Her strength. Her fire. Obey. I scream.

Like that’s not what I’ve been doing ever since he bought me like he bought a snack in the auction house. “Ortensia..” he said drawing his words, “kneel” he added, and I gulped, this man was the kind of dominant and want to be the one with the power. I knew I had to obey him, it was not an option. I’ve come to decide that if I want to survive Vito, I have to obey his every command, failure to do so will come a great punishment. I find myself kneeling down slowly, “good girl“ he said and pat my hair, “see how obedient you are.

Charlie raised his brows and then said with a smile, “You’re really good at acting.” The old man sneered and said, “Everything that I’ve said is true. If you don’t believe me, you can try killing me, then!” “Fine, let’s give it a try.” After Charlie was done speaking, he sneered, and a trace of Reiki entered the old man’s brain from his hand. Charlie then said in a commanding tone, “Your mission from this moment onward is to obey me without any reservations. Do you understand?” The old man had a dull expression for a moment, and his eyes looked somewhat empty, but his tone became extremely firm as he looked at Charlie and said word by word, “I understand!”

Eight argued back. Even though Olivia wasn't a member of the undead, she could tell who was smarter between Meek and Eight, while Meek was quiet and difficult to read, Eight's talkativeness made him less frightening, if she wanted to survive in this hellhole, Eight was the only one she could cling onto. " I will obey all your orders, Master Eight" she said submissively

They began chanting in unison: “Obey. Obey. Obey.” The air grew thick and heavy, and the ground trembled beneath them. Vincent swayed, barely able to stand upright as his lips turned pale. “Camela…they’ll crush us if we don’t make a choice,” he said. She held his face firmly, making him look into her eyes. “Then tell me, who am I supposed to obey? You? Them? My father? The maid? Who?” With his eyes closed, tears streamed down his cheeks, and he responded. “Don’t obey anyone…not even me. Just choose for yourself.”

“Did I not tell you to get your asses out of here?! What are you standing there like a bunch of dimwits for?!” The rogues who complied with his message looked back and saw the majority of them bowing their heads and simply standing up, a sign of silent protest and defiance against their leader. They didn't move an inch. Alexei noticed someone moving from the crowd, walking towards the stage. It was the scar-faced rogue, Seth. “Good day, boss, I mean, ALEXEI,” Seth walked forward with an annoying grin, clearly expressing his intention to irritate their leader. “My apologies... I got used to calling you boss all these years. It’s not easy to get rid of the habit.”