Obey Me Leviathan Novels & Stories

Opening the door, I stood face to face with my object of depression. “Hi,” Lev let out a small smile. I frowned and folded my arms. “Yes, Leviathan?” I answered bluntly, like asking what he wanted. “Wow, when you call my name like that, it feels like I am in trouble with my father and should be expecting to get whipped.” He laughed. “Can I come in?” “It depends. Are you done obeying your boss like a little bitch?” I blurted out before I had time to regret it.

“What?” “Strip,” she repeated, her tongue running across her lips. “Show us what your body looks like since you’re so proud.” I turned to Leone, hoping—just hoping—he would stop her. But he only smirked, his gaze heavy on me. “Obey.” “I won’t,” I said sharply, my voice shaking but firm. Isabella’s voice rose. “Are you refusing the order of the king?” Leone leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “Do you remember what happens when you disobey me? Do you remember what I hold over your head?”

When I jolted awake from the nightmare, the first thing I saw was the magnified face of the psychologist. Faced with the doctor my parents had hired, I cooperated unexpectedly well. Seeing that I was awake, she softened her voice gently. "Ronnie, can you tell me why, no matter what people do to you, you never resist? Why do you even hurt yourself?" I blinked, my tone perfectly natural. "Because only obedient children don't get beaten." Those clubs… those torn clothes… those pitch-black cellars… I had already experienced enough of the price of disobedience.

I thought I would be able to resist him the next time I saw him but I suddenly realized how big his hold on me was. When he saw me finding it difficult to reply, he chuckled and made his way to the bed where I was, his huge shaft dangling and dangerously rock hard. He stopped a few distance from the bed "Get down from the bed Mara and kneel" he said, his voice so sexy and dominant giving no room for questioning. It wasn't like this the first time we fuck. He was so loving then, so irresistible, so intoxicating leaving one to come craving for another. "Fuck!" I moaned, despite all these I felt my pussy throbbing and leaking more squirts. I tried to stop myself from responding to him. From obe

Paula replied, completely unintimidated by the old lady's look. "Mother, this is Juniper's first time here. It's possible she doesn't know the rules of the family," Elisa chimed in. Juniper noticed that the lady who knew her name, Elisa, was the only person who appeared friendly among the group. The parents, Paula and Alec, were only giving her angry looks. "Are you done?" Troy's majestic voice rang out, silencing everyone. Paula didn't utter another word despite her surprise at her father-in-law's interference, as she knew her father-in-law's temper.

Riley’s life shatters the moment she meets her mate. Instead of accepting her, he rejects her at first sight and, in the same breath, proposes to her stepsister. For Riley, the pain cuts deeper because this is not the first thing she has lost to her sister. All her life, Riley has sacrificed her happiness, her opportunities, and everything precious just to keep the peace in her family. But she never imagined she would be asked to give up her mate too. When her stepsister finally offers to give something back, it comes at a terrible price. Riley is asked to take her place in an ancient ritual that has thrown every young maiden in the city into fear, a single night with the Beast. The Beast

“Why me?” Leon leans one shoulder against the bookshelf behind him, watching me with the same unbearable focus he always seems to have locked onto me. “You don’t have a choice,” He confirms completely matter of fact. “And because I need someone intelligent enough to organise this chaos.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one you’re getting tonight.” I look him straight in the eyes, frustration finally pushing through some of the fear. “You don’t even know me.” A slow smile curves his mouth.

His jaw "exed, the muscles bunching and releasing as he fought to keep the beast leashed. It wasn't the wild, reckless anger he used to unleash in parking-lot brawls, fueled by cheap whiskey and a desperate need to prove him-self to a world that had never given him a damn thing. No, this wasdi#erent. Deeper. Darker. More possessive. A raw, protective instinct that scared him with its intensity. It clawed at his insides, threatening to erupt. Layla smirked, a cruel glint sharpening her eyes. "She's eighteen, Johnny. You're twenty-!ve. She still blushes when someone

said Beelzebub pouring out his worry asking Leviathan. "I firmly believe this is the spiritual power of the Zeon warriors and the one who can make them all this strong is most likely only that person or his disciple named Triniti." Leviathan said in answer to Beelzebub's question and then spoke again "Since they have something planned, we can't just stand still! So we have to do something too." Leviathan said who also had other plans. "Do something? Does the Emperor have plans for this too?" Beelzebub asked with a serious face asking Leviathan.