Obey Me Simeon Novels & Stories

My phone rang like it could hear my thoughts and I looked at the caller ID. Simeon. I ran my hands down my Si Simeon was a second-generation wealthy son and that meant that he was open to spending more than necessary. “Hello, Simeon.” He hissed and said, “You have to stop being so polite. We're friends.” I didn't reply. He laughed like he knew what I was thinking and said, “Are you free to go out? I'm out to have fun and I thought I should invite you.” I cursed under my breath and shook my head.

When he looked at me, the distance in his eyes was gone. “He used to be in the marines but he got honorably discharged for putting the life of another one of us in danger because he refused to obey simple orders.” Simeon's frown grew harsher and the last three words seemed to force its way out of his gritted teeth. Although it happened years ago, it still obviously pissed Simeon. “Well some humans are just hard to deal with, why don't you get some rest okay?” Simeon relaxed, nodding his head.

When I jolted awake from the nightmare, the first thing I saw was the magnified face of the psychologist. Faced with the doctor my parents had hired, I cooperated unexpectedly well. Seeing that I was awake, she softened her voice gently. "Ronnie, can you tell me why, no matter what people do to you, you never resist? Why do you even hurt yourself?" I blinked, my tone perfectly natural. "Because only obedient children don't get beaten." Those clubs… those torn clothes… those pitch-black cellars… I had already experienced enough of the price of disobedience.

“Calm down” “Calm down?” I explode, my voice echoing off the walls. “We need to call the police! Someone could have taken her. They already took Naomi. They could have” “Trey.” Michael’s voice cuts strong and deep, meant to stop me. “What, we need to call this is in, it's not a coincidence dad!” I shout, grabbing my own phone. “We need to report this. Now.” “TREY.” He steps forward and gently but firmly takes the phone from my hand. I stare at him, breathing hard, confused and furious and terrified.

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.”

"The apocalypse survival game begins now. From this point on, I'll be watching your every move. Everything you do will be visible to me. Everyone must follow the rules of the safe house. "The first rule is that everything in this safe house will be distributed on a set schedule in fixed amounts. No one is allowed to take anything on their own. Second, once the game starts, there's no stopping or backing out. Third—" Before I could finish speaking, a voice from below cut me off. "Screw you. Who do you think you are, giving us orders?" The speaker was one of Tristan's men. I nodded to the burly men beside me, who stood nearly seven feet tall, signaling for them to go down and teach him a lesso

"I do something. Adrian Brennan is going to pay for this. He doesn't get to betray the people who trusted him and walk away unscathed. I swallowed hard, and his words should have soothed me, but the dread that bubbled in the pit of my tummy was unparalleled. Simeon wasn't just a man wronged-he was a man on a mission, and I really wasn't that sure if I was ready for the storm he would unleash. "I just want to be free," I said, my words breaking under the brunt of all this. "You will be," Simeon promised, and his voice did not waver. "I will see to that."

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."

Simone's pov "Simone." Mrs Gua called again, this time with an urgency to her voice. "Coming." With that, I skidded across the kitchen and head to the living room to see her standing there with her hand holding onto the telephone. I accept it and placed it to my ear. "Dad?" "Sweetheart. How are you?" "Um… I'm fine dad." My face clench in worry and I turn to Mrs Gua. But she's smiling and I wonder why. It looks like she got some exciting news, but at the same time I could note the nervousness in her eyes.

"Who is Simeon? And, why didn't she come since your mother didn't show up?" "Simeon is mum's best friend. I don't know why she didn't come. She would never also forget to pick me up from school." As we drove, my mind raced, a storm of conflicting thoughts in my head. Should I use our bond to locate her and ease this mounting worry? But then, would she appreciate my intrusion into her privacy? Could she be out, drowning her concerns in drinks, or worse, seeking comfort in another man's arms? The idea of another man touching her filled me with anger and jealousy. Suddenly, I felt a fierce urge to rip off anyone's head who dared to look at her, let alone touch her.