Obey Me Leviathan Novels & Stories

She couldn't speak for fear that her voice would betray her and she'd break down crying. “Is this why you're leaving your mom over such a trivial matter?” Maria asked loudly, “If you'd just listen and come home to discuss things, would your mom need to go through this?” There it was again, the expectation to obey... “And look at you, making a mountain out of a molehill. We'll compensate your grandmother. As long as her demands aren't outrageous, we'll pay,” Crystal’s mom said sternly, “Don't act as if we're out to get you and take it out on your mom! How could you?”

"Kian, you don’t understand. My mom… she’s always been like that. Ever since I was a kid, she has controlled every part of my life. "What I wore, who I was friends with, what I studied—it all had to follow her decisions. Olivia, too. She’s long gotten used to obeying. "I tried to push back, but it was useless. In this family, other than my late father, no one could stand up to her. "So when she proposed that ridiculous test, Olivia didn’t dare object, and I didn’t dare speak up for you either. I was afraid… afraid she’d turn her anger on me.

In the end, the two nearby colleagues, known for always sucking up to the supervisors, rushed forward and tried to physically shove me down into a groveling position. I struggled fiercely against their grip, the sting of shame burning in my eyes as tears threatened to fall. Zachary asked indifferently, "Have you already given up on the two thousand dollars meant for your mother?" In that single moment, every ounce of my energy completely deserted me. I ceased all resistance, yielding to their strength as they pushed me down onto the factory floor. In the end, the impact of my knees striking the floor resonated dully, drowned out by the factory worker's boisterous mocking. I stared defiantly

His hand shot out and closed around Seraphina’s upper arm, pulling her in close enough that she felt the heat of his fury. Derek went completely still. “Let her go” His voice steady. Liam’s eyes never left Derek’s face. “If anything happens to Serena—if she is hurt, if she is dead—I will have your head. Do you understand me?” Seraphina’s pulse hammered under Liam’s grip. Derek’s golden eyes had gone cold and lethal, fixed on the hand holding her. “I won't repeat myself again, Liam” For a long moment no one moved. Then Liam released her and stepped back. “Find my bethroted,” he said. “Or this does not end well for either of you.”

Jesus, get it together care. I put my hand up to block my face but it’s too late; he’s staring directly at me. His brow goes sky high and he plops down in the seat she vacated as Dillon takes the one on the other side. “You keep turning up wherever I go. You stalking me?”

"You seem to have quite the collection already." As I move to exit the booth, his fingers latch onto my arms, whirling me around to face him. His pupils are dilating and constricting, and I am caught momentarily in whatever web he is trying to weave. "You will obey me! You don't walk away from me. Not now, not ever." Shuddering, I shake my head. Once. Twice. His words ring in my head, again and again, and my entire being revolts in response to his command. *Obey him. Never leave him.* *Obey.* *Obey him.*

“Kingdoms. Armies. Cities. Washed away beneath a tide of ancient fury.” He looked back at her. “And all of it, Jo... all of it will begin with you.” He gestured toward the ceiling. “They will darken the skies with wings and fins. Tear through the realms like paper.” Jo’s mind reeled. She had heard the whispers. Leviathans. Krakens. Creatures older than the moon itself. Dormant. Neutral. Untouchable. But once awakened, they didn’t obey kings or queens. They followed only the orb.

"Show me you're my sub. Show Lucian what a good girl you are." As my heart raced, I flexed against my restraints, the anticipation becoming too much to bear, muscles straining as I arched my back. "Yes, sir." "Tell me your safe word," he commanded. "Red," I replied clearly. "Good girl," he praised. "Lucian, watch closely and enjoy Marina's lovely screams."

And Lucien leaned in to whisper: “You were doing well, Noah. I was beginning to think you could be… trainable.” Noah stiffened. Lucien’s breath ghosted over his lips. “But then you acted like a brat.” Noah blinked. His mouth opened—just barely. Lucien's grip tightened a fraction. Not painful. Just dominant. “You want structure?” he said. “You want clear rules? Then obey them. Don’t throw tantrums when I treat you like what you asked to be.” “I never—” Noah tried. “You wanted my attention,” Lucien murmured. “You have it now.”

“And if I don’t?” He smiled. “Then we escalate.” ****** I opened the envelope in my room with Jules peeking over my shoulder like we were cracking open top-secret files. Inside was a single sheet of thick parchment. **Assignment #1: Obedience Exercise** **Instructions:** 1. Wear a dress with no underwear; your breasts bare, and your nipples exposed. 2. Submit a five-page essay on the experience: emotional, physical, psychological. Wetness. 3. Deliver it by hand—sealed—in my office by noon.