Shall We Date Obey Me Novels & Stories

Using my index and middle finger, I pull up her chin so we lock gazes. “Listen to me, young lady. I don't think you know the consequences of disobeying me. If I say you do anything, you just do it without being sassy, or else...” “Or else what?” Or else I'll kiss you into submission. The words hang on the tip of my tongue. I won’t kiss her. “Disobey me and see what I can do. You'll go home now and get some rest. Tomorrow, you move into my mansion. Remember, you must obey my conditions.”

0: F*ck off Oly 2.0: Say it back Mia 2.0: I love you too, moron Oly 2.0: <3 Mia 2.0: <3 Mia 2.0: Have fun on your "friendly" date Oly 2.0: It's not a friendly date Mia 2.0: What kind of date, then? Oly 2.0: A just him and I date Mia 2.0: Well

He leaned forward, so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek and whispered; “I need you to agree to obey me. To follow commands as and when I say so. I need your compliance. Understand?” I shivered, the sparks once again catching me off guard and disgusting me to the core. “I-I understand.”

He sat on her bed and placed his hand on her leg. "I don't want other guys dad". Anna shook her head vehemently. "I want him." "Well, you can't have him anymore, can you?". Justin demanded. "He'll be someone else's husband in seven days time. He'll become just Prince Andrei Sebastiani to you." "No!." Anna cried out. "Andrei made me promise that I'll marry him and I will."

When he comes to work on Monday, he going to be shock and angry for sure but I can deal with him. "Just marry him already, I don't understand why you are doing things like this, tell him how you feel." Jeremy said. "Shut up, I don't even know why you are here." He shrug his shoulders and sat quietly. After everything was set, I smiled, now I get to see his face everyday without anything blocking me. I'm going to make sure you fall head over heels for me Enzo, I'm going to make sure you understand that you are mine and mine alone.

He hadn’t even kissed me. He led me to the throne. Sat down. Spread his legs. "Kneel." I dropped before I could think. His hand curled in my hair again, not cruel, just enough pressure to remind me who was in control. He tilted my chin. "This isn’t about sex. Not yet. This is about obedience." His thumb dragged across my lower lip. "You want to survive the next twenty-four hours, you listen. You learn. You obey. Understood?" I nodded.

“Uh duh, what business is it of mine? If he has your phone the get it from him, what does it have to do with me?” “Just go on a date with him, please,” I sighed in resignation. “I don’t want to and besides, I can’t. I have a date already and you don’t expect me to cancel my date because of Aiden or you. I have told you Sis, I can’t date Aiden, he is way below my standard, okay?” I nodded, not surprised at the outcome. “Will there be a day I will ask you something and you will do it for me?”

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.

"You seem to have quite the collection already." As I move to exit the booth, his fingers latch onto my arms, whirling me around to face him. His pupils are dilating and constricting, and I am caught momentarily in whatever web he is trying to weave. "You will obey me! You don't walk away from me. Not now, not ever." Shuddering, I shake my head. Once. Twice. His words ring in my head, again and again, and my entire being revolts in response to his command. *Obey him. Never leave him.* *Obey.* *Obey him.*

As I left my audience with the King of idiots my head was spinning. I had way more questions than answers and I had no idea when, or if, I’d ever get a real explanation. Clearly Mr ‘Obey Me’ didn’t think I was worth giving any answers to, and there was no way I was going to try and ask my escort as I was sure he considered it ‘not my business’. Of course, why would the direction of my life be my business? I hated werewolves.