Obey Me Mammon Novels & Stories

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.

On Christmas Eve, my wife, Abigail Balmer, publicly announced her relationship with her forty-ninth boy toy. [My forever love, @Dwayne Porter.] [My forever love, @Abigail Balmer.] Then she turned to comfort me. "He just lost a dare game, that's all. Don't take it to heart." Everyone mocked me as the man who'd married into money, too spineless to fight back. But I never made a scene. What they didn't know was that I'd struck a deal with the System. Every time Abigail was unfaithful, one year of her lifespan would transfer to me. By my count, of the eighty years she should have lived, she now had exactly one left. All I had to do was survive until the New Year, and she'd meet her natu

She’s clearly mastered the stone face. Johnny looks me in the eye, “Your the boss of these guys now. Hire who you need to. Get this place back up and running. Pay the bills. And try not to need me.” He throws down my contract, “And sign this before the day is done. I’m gonna go wash my balls.” That’s attractive, “Thanks for the visual.”

"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

After ten minutes of silence, he speaks. "He wants money. Again. Some new venture. Needs seed funding. Thought I could 'spare a million or two' since I'm 'doing so well.'" "What did you say?" "I said no. He got angry. Told me I was selfish. That I'd forgotten where I came from. That he's the reason I'm successful—he taught me ambition, drive, how to win." "Damien—" "And you know what the worst part is? Part of me believed him. Part of me thought maybe he's right. Maybe I do owe him. Maybe I am selfish for having money and not helping my family."

"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."

“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”

Taking a deep breath, I did let go of all the stress caused by the stupid human who has entered my life all of a sudden. Keeping my chin up, and a resolve to not let this meeting be a success, with a resolve to make this stupid rich brat forget this idea of our marriage. I will put him in such a mess and turmoil that even in his dreams he will never think about our marriage. After listening to the stories about his wealth I am quite sure about his personal ity. He must be an arrogant, gaudy, emotionless human. For whom money would be everything. "Can you please start walking a little faster, Where are you lost. " It was Mom's voice, she was gazing at me while grinding her teeth.