Novel & Cerita She Rules, They Obey

Cleia blinked, surprised, but obeyed. She stood up, less than half a meter away from him. Albert was much taller, and she had to tilt her head up to look at him. “You know I demand total obedience, don’t you?” he asked, his voice dropping even lower, almost a hoarse whisper. “In here, my rules are law. I speak, you obey. No questions. No delays. No excuses.” “Yes, sir,” she replied, her voice coming out a little weaker than she would have liked.

Queen Rules was boldly written on the cover in a stylish font. "Rule number one, As my slave, you are meant to satisfy me physically and sexually." She said licking her lower lip.

I will givе уоu two орtiоnѕ. Yоu саn obey me оr уоu саn disobey me. Onе of these dесiѕiоnѕ will lead уоu tо die in a раinful way. Whiсh dо уоu сhооѕе?" "I'll do whаt уоu ѕау." "I want tо hеаr frоm you that уоu will obey." She fеlt ѕiсk, but they wеrе juѕt wоrdѕ.

‎"I was told you were insolent but I must confess that word doesn't do justice to you. You're far worse” ‎“Listen up little queen, you would have to abide by a certain group of rules if you wish to enjoy all the privileges that comes with being queen, or gaining Leviathan's attention. And those rules include obeying all the commands given by his highness and myself" she added with a serious expression, her eyes turning red. ‎"Is that a threat?" I asked doubtful, with a raised brow.

My summons, whether by text, call, or direct command, is to be answered immediately, regardless of time or circumstance. Rule 2: Attire. You will not wear underwear in my presence. Your wardrobe will be curated by me. You will wear only what I provide for you. Your body is to be displayed as I see fit. Rule 3: Obedience. You will obey my every command without question or hesitation. Hesitation will be met with punishment. Obedience will be rewarded. Rule 4: Pleasure. You will not touch yourself sexually without my express permission. Your orgasms belong to me. They are a reward to be earned, not a right to be taken.

"This is Silver Wolf Valley. From this day forward, this is our territory. No one enters without my permission. No one goes hungry. And no one—ever—is called an Omega." Silas looked at me, his eyes bright with hope. "What are the rules, Alpha? How do we serve you?" "I am not your Alpha," I reminded him, my voice firm but kind. "I am your Queen. And in this pack, we have only three rules. First: We protect the weak. Second: We share what we have; no one eats until the children and the elders are full. Third: Loyalty is earned, not commanded. If you don't like how I lead, you are free to leave."

Why should this happen to me? “Leon, check him!” He ordered and before I took my next breath, a tall, hefty man was right in front of me. “Come with us!” “Huh?” I gasped. “Where to?” “My friend, you don't argue here. The sovereign unwritten rule here is ‘Obey before complain.’”

"Here are the top rules that are the hardest to abide by but the easiest to make you grow to the top, the first rule is , do not speak unless you are being spoken to .. The second rule, obey every command given to you by your Superiors without having to ask questions. The third one , simply put, is for you to make use of your tiny bit of initiative, you think hard and fast before doing anything,while doing anything and after doing anything. Here we work with brains and wits, you mist h smart fast and wise…. As for me, I'm not a ma'm z you could obviously see it in my manner of dressing that I'm not a pretty little miss" she snorts and turns around walking back into the room.

“Stand in front of the chair.” She hesitated, then stepped into position. Adrian leaned against the wall near the mirror. “Rule one: when we tell you to do something, you do it immediately. No hesitation, no questions, unless we invite them.” Kai moved closer, standing just behind her shoulder. “Rule two: when we address you, you look at us. Always.” Rhett’s tone was calm but final. “Rule three: you don’t decide who gets your attention. We do.” She could feel her pulse in her throat. “And if I don’t follow these rules?”

She lets out a small nervous laugh like she does not know if she is allowed to laugh but does it anyway. “My queen,” she says softly. “I’m sorry but I was ordered to call you that and I can’t go against the king.” “Oh so that is how we do things around here huh,” I say slowly, folding my arms across my chest. “Blind obedience. No questions. No common sense. Just yes my king and yes my queen.” Gabby stiffens like I just accused her of treason. “I do not understand your manner of articulation my queen,” she says carefully, choosing each word like it might explode. “But if obeying orders is what you mean then yes. That is how we do things around here.”