Obey Me Mammon Novels & Stories

The speaker asked, his voice loud from the microphone. I was speechless for a second. Quickly, I regained myself and I cleared my throat. "Mi- King Mammon's will." I said a little out of breath, my hand sliding the paper over the stage towards the feet of the speaker. "Excuse me?" The demon queried. "This is King Mammon's will." I clarified again. The demon cocked his head at me, as if I was mocking him. "Sure it is." He replied sarcastically. "It is, yes. Read it, and you'll find out." I snapped.

The school bully bullies a female student, then pins the blame on me. I immediately call the police, only for my own mother to give testimony for him instead. "You may be my son, but I can't bend the law or cover for you! What you did was against the law. I'll only have you sent away for a few years to straighten you out." Due to her false testimony, I am thrown into prison for three years. Three years later, my mother looks at me with remorse and says, "I owed the bully's father my life. You've paid off that debt with three years of your life. From now on, we can put everything behind us and live a happy life!" Upon hearing her words, I scoff and throw my lawyer's complaint at her. "No,

Serena obeyed at once. “I was wrong,” she said. Her voice was hoarse and mechanical. “I was disordered. I was selfish. I will be obedient. I will not resist.” “Again.” “I was wrong. I will be obedient.” The next clip showed her standing in a corridor with a tray balanced across both forearms, body swaying from exhaustion while an instructor corrected the angle of her shoulders with two fingers. Another showed her repeating courtesy phrases until the words blurred. Another showed her kneeling on chapel stone while a recording played nearby, forcing her to hear Lucien’s own name between commands to confess and begin again.

he asked after a long silence. Chiara dragged her bottom lip between her teeth and sighed. “You’re always telling me what to do. Do you think I like being controlled all the time? Were you expecting me to ignore my grandfather because of you?” She glanced up at him and flinched when she saw the way he was glaring. “Besides… if I keep complying, he might tell me what happened to my mom.” He sighed, pulling her up from the floor and guiding her to sit on the bed. “Whatever I tell you is for your own good. Disobeying me won’t give you control, because believe me, I’ll always put you back in your place.”

They decided I was mentally unstable—a dangerous lunatic who might kill them—so they sent me to prison for rehabilitation. Thanks to the special care Tyler arranged for me, I was locked in the darkest cell and subjected to constant beatings and humiliation by a group of hardened criminals. I resisted desperately, clinging to life in the hopes of one day avenging myself. Then one day, the system told me that if I remained obedient until the day I died, I would be allowed to return to my original world at once and even receive a huge fortune. So I learned to submit. No matter how they bullied me or abused me, I never resisted again.

Dare. Right. Maybe it’s the tequila finally kicking in or the painful new shoes or the fact that my skin is itchy as hell and probably beet red as well underneath the mohair, but something insane hits, and I give him my own Miss American wave—only it’s really a one-finger salute. It’s a whole new level of juvenile, completely childish and revealing. I’m bitter, it screams. I hate you is scrawled across my face. Same is what he’s thinking if the tightening of his lips is anything to go on

she asked again. "Yes." "So even though you're partly a human, because of your father, we are not banning you out of this pack as a rogue. Instead we are demoting you in an omega. Are you fine with this? " she asked. "I am grateful for this. I think I will be more comfortable with the omegas," I replied and bowed. "Cathy and June will help you to find your room at the pack house and will explain you your duties from now on," the oracle said again.

“You will despise me but you will become who you despise. Remember that. You are an Omega.” He never asked to be an Omega. His mother said something about being an Omega too— If he really is an Omega too, he vows he will never become like her.

Alvarez's corner. He owns me? I spat. The lines got me there for a minute. Goodness! Why do rich people think they own it all? Can money really buy everything in the universe? If it can, I'd have traded Stephanie's life for it.

"When Callum first came back, I resisted him," Dad confessed through tears. "I thought he was going to take away everything that belonged to Ryland. And he had a wild personality. He talked back all the time. I was afraid he wouldn't accept Ryland, that he'd ultimately do something to hurt him. "So, when I heard about that modification organization that could make children obedient, I… I lost my mind and sent him there." "You shouldn't have, you idiot!" Mom was trembling with anger, her entire body shaking. She raised her hand, wanting to slap him, but the sight of his miserable state—tears and snot running down his face—made her stop.