Obey Me Mammon Novels & Stories

“I am not like you, Mammon. I have a wife to claim and a daughter to fetch! “Well, good luck with that. You are now compelled because of a wife who forgot your existence, you cannot do shit right now, booyah.” Mammon the Avarice mocked the grand duke for his proud love for his family made a weakness out of him who was renowned to be the invincible wielder of the darkness of the three worlds.

Her grin widened. “But only yourself.” Valentina smirked, laying out more cards. “That means whatever the card says.,you do it. Without hesitation. Without question.” Sofia stepped behind her. Brushed Isadora’s hair away from her neck. “Even if it says lick the floor. Crawl across the room. Masturbate in front of us while calling yourself a worthless cumrag.” Gianna whispered, “Even if it says kiss our feet and beg to be spat on.” Isadora shook her head slowly.

Only one thing can be used to describe 'Money'. "Your family is wealthy," Tyler said and Scarlett nodded but didn't speak out. She parked the car and the two stepped out and headed towards the mansion's entrance. As they stepped inside they saw a man, a woman, and three young men the age of Tyler sitting in the living room while laughing. Scarlett walked up to the man and woman "Mom, Dad"

If you strip right now, I'll know you trust me as a dom, and I'll share at least part of my plan with you. My heart pounded in my chest, a wild drumbeat echoing the club's distant rhythm. The promise in his words tugged at me, but it was more than that. He knew me too well. He understood how losing control terrified me, how it left me exposed and raw. Yet, this was the way he helped, the only way I craved being guided back to center. His dominance wrapped around me like a familiar chain, pulling me toward surrender. 'I gave you an order, Marina,' he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. 'So make up your mind. Are you my sub or not?'

-You'll tell them I'm your boyfriend, he replies, offended by the question. -Damon, they're more old-fashioned; if I bring someone home, they'll think differently, I say, pleading with him with my eyes to stay here. -What? They'll think I want to marry you? They'll find out I don't mind, he says, pulling me into his arms. -Damon, my dad is more difficult; I don't think it's a good idea. -Darling, I'm the boss of a criminal organization, I own a chain of hotels and several clubs, I'm sure if I can handle those, I can handle your dad too.

I was scrolling through my sister's Instagram when I saw her latest post. "My mom is seriously the best. She thought I needed more motivation to practice driving, so she went out and bought me a brand-new car." The photo showed her posing with the car at the dealership. Something twisted in my chest. I remembered senior year, when Mom promised that if I scored above 1500 on the SAT, she'd grant me one wish. I scored a 1580, the highest in our county. All I wanted was to take driver's ed and get my license. Mom agreed immediately. But when it was time to pay, she asked, "Are you sure you really want to do this? Once I pay the enrollment fee, we can't get it back." I nodded eagerly.

Anaya's eyes widened in shock as she saw his appearance. “My name is MAMMON, I am a warlord from the abyss and a loyal servant of Lilith, the goddess of darkness. I am here to carry out orders given to me by her: wipe out all the council members and replace them with abyss demons. The new world is coming, and you will not be alive to see it,” he said, rising from where he stood. “What in the moon goddess's name?" Anaya said with shock on her face. Mammon suddenly rushed at her and landed a heavy blow on her stomach. Anaya yelled in pain, coughing out some blood.

Asmodeus: "To eternal mischief and merriment! Cheers, Mammon!" Mammon: "Cheers, Asmo!" After a good laugh Mammon turned to a more serious matter. Mammon's voice cut through the silence, laced with a hint of urgency, "Asmodeus, I've been waiting for this moment. It's time to reclaim what is rightfully yours. You cannot simply relinquish your powers and your claim to the throne of Hell." Asmodeus met Mammon's gaze, his eyes reflecting a newfound sense of purpose. "I have made my decision, Mammon. I yearn to experience life as a mortal, to feel the fleeting beauty and the rawness of human existence.

Moon said without even hesitating. Moon has a point though. She doesn't think much about that thing. She cleared her throat before she managed to ask the two girls who is now eagerly anticipating for her response. "Well, okay. What kind of dare is that?" She can actually tell how their faces lit up by her question. "Here's how to do it. Bow your head down then walk straight to the bar counter. Don't look up so you won't see who you're going to bump. The first man you bump into, give him the magical Maria Makiling's foundation."

Amy asked, staring at Irena with distraught disbelief in her eyes. Irena’s smirk vanished into a grim scowl. She said nothing else to Amy to follow her orders. She gestured with her venomous gaze, telling Amy through her threatening gesture to hand her son back to 2Pac. Irena placed her finger on the trigger, waiting to shoot Bryan if Amy didn’t get the message. Her sinister smile emerged again after watching Amy kiss her son one last time. She got the message, and she forced herself to give her son back to the tall metal man.