Obey Me Mammon Novels & Stories

"Wonder what'll be the answer to that" He started to move closer to her and Annabel forced herself not to take a step back. "All your money will do". The sick grin reminded her of a carved Halloween pumpkin. "Hand all your money over, lady". Anabel gripped her bag tighter. Of all the days for this to happen. "No". She replied. The grin faltered for a bit. "Huh?", He said stupidly. "No", she repeated. "You're either very brave, lady, or very stupid". He lunged.

"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.

I am just tolerating them because they helped me a lot—especially Belphegor. “Do you know that making a pact with me, the demon of greed, would bring you luck financially?” Mammon speaks, cutting me off from my dark thoughts. “Think of all the luxury human necessities you could buy.” “Right now, I feel extremely unlucky.” I say, but it appears that Mammon didn’t hear my comment because he was busy feeling the limelight of the moment.

“Wait! Wait!” “I have things to do, Mr. Sebastian,” he stated, all business. “You either have the money, or you don’t.” My mind spiraled. *Two million.* The number was insane. And for what? For a woman who might have already given her heart and her body to another man? The urge to put a bullet in this extortionist’s head was a palpable, sweet temptation. I swallowed my pride, the taste of it bitter. “That’s… a lot of fucking money,” I finally spat out, my tone shifting from a threat to a desperate plea, an attempt to find a crack in his resolve.

immediately the order was given Maverick obeyed and stopped the car. Jeremy came out of the car and walked to the poster. The picture on the poster sent a shiver down his spine. For the first time Jeremy was scared. He felt an emptiness in his heart as it began to reach,his wolf began to bang the gate of his humanity. Jeremy wasn’t ready to lose himself to his beat. Jeremy holds himself back from unleashing his beast. In the poster was a picture of Lena and Mason.Jeremy stared at it for a while before he saw the cash reward for anyone who found them.

"He wants you to be formidable. He wants you to be a queen. But remember, a queen is only as powerful as her own will. Even in a gilded cage, a bird can learn to sing a new song. Or tear at the bars." Bianca then turned, her movements fluid and efficient, walking towards the door. She paused with her hand on the knob, glancing back at Amara. "He is an obsessive man, Signorina. He will try to own you. To possess you completely. Do not let him forget who you are. That is your only true power here." With that cryptic advice, Bianca exited, leaving Amara alone once more. Her words resonated, a chilling echo in the silent study. He is an obsessive man. He wants to own you. Do not let him forget w

Believing we're valuable even when we're not producing anything. It's slow. Uncomfortable. Uncertain. But it's also—it's also real. And real, I'm learning, is worth more than perfect. Even when real is hard. Especially then. Later that day, Damien gets a text from his father. Another request for money, thinly veiled as "catching up." He shows it to me. "Part of me wants to respond. To explain why I can't help. To make him understand." "What's stopping you?"

"Name your price." His voice cut through the air so suddenly my steps halted. My fingers curled into fists before I slowly turned back around. "What?" Damien leaned against the table behind him casually, but the look in his eyes was anything but relaxed. "Be my mistress." Time seemed to stop. I stared at him, my lips parting in shock. The humiliation hit me first. Then anger. "Wow." I shook my head, trying to ignore the sting building behind my ribs. "You really think that's all I am? Someone you can buy into your bed whenever you want? Convenient. Disposable."

But before she could, Gabriel said calmly: “Leave it.” “But Your Majesty…” “Send the bill to the palace.” She froze. “But the money you gave me…” He turned to her. “Keep it.” “What?!” François quickly lowered his head to hide a smile. The workers exchanged silent looks. Iris became even more flustered. “But I can’t take that much money!” “You can.” “That’s too much…” “Iris.” She stopped immediately. His voice was calm, but enough to silence her objections. “Will you argue with me in front of everyone?”

“I don’t give a shit if it’s a day or two, I’m not playing your little games, now get the fuck out of my room… lock the door on your way out” “Natty if you help him, I’ll get you whatever it is you want.” “Is that a blackmail or are you trying to buy me?” “Call it whatever you wish” He shrugged as he walked closer to me with his hands in his pocket, always so arrogant… “Not gonna work… save yourself the stress and leave” “Ok… what do you want?” “What do I want?” “Yes, what do you want, I mean it” “Trusting you, is like trusting the devil himself”