Thirteen Obey Me Novels & Stories

I struggled with it and pointed to where it stood. "When I say don't come near me. Just do it EJ. You won't be happy when I get angry." I smile sweetly and adjust my posture. "What do I need to do then?" he asked and I licked my lips. A smile appeared on my lips. "Obey Athanasia, that's all you need to do."

"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." What the actual fuck! She gave them an unbelievable stare but both of them look so serious. She as Yngrid, have to stand for it because she clearly agreed for them to dare her. "Okay. I'll do it." She swallowed the tequila straight in her throat in one swift move then stood up from her seat. She composed herself before she lowered her head onto the bar counter. The bar that they're in is not a public bar. So maybe it's not bad for anyone to bump into anyone.

The display of raw power was both terrifying and surprising, reminding us all of Noah's position as the leader Blackmoon pack. "Who the hell do you think you are, questioning me?" Noah's voice echoed with a commanding force. "I am your alpha, and you are obligated to obey my every order until the day you die. Do you understand, you worthless punk?" Jerald's face burned with a mix of humiliation and fury. His body trembled involuntarily, succumbing to the overwhelming weight of Noah's alpha prowess. It was a stark reminder of the inherent hierarchy embedded within werewolf society—the unwavering obedience expected from those beneath the alpha's mantle.

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.

"Rule two: you take orders without question. I'm not interested in explanations, excuses, or omega tears. When I order you to do something, you do it." His tone was as icy as metal, and I instinctively recoiled. This I had learned, at least. To submit to power. "Rule three: you don't go wandering off from this settlement alone. The neutral territories are infested with beasts that would absolutely love to tear to pieces a helpless omega, and I won't risk my people's lives sending out rescue parties because you wanted to go for a stroll." "I understand," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Do you?" He knelt down so we were eye to eye, his eyes blazing. "Because understanding and obeying

I really can’t. “Run!” the voice now sounds cynical, and really angry. I can’t tell what this person is feeling and I’m scared they may harm Zeath. “You’ll lose your chance in ten…” “Mellow, do what he says and go,” Zeath urges me. Yet, I refuse. He makes to stand up. “Don’t move!” the voice orders, causing Zeath to stay tight. It’s then I realize that there’s something about the voice that forces compliance—some kind of dangerously twisted aura that comes with each command. It makes you and your instincts obey even thought a tiny part of you would refuse.

I mean, I was capably fine with keeping my body fit without the help of others. OBEDIENCE The Submissive will obey ALL the rules and instructions given by the Dominant and will do everything asked without hesitation and by free will. The Submissive shall fully trust the Dominant with not just her body, but with her personal needs and everything outside the contract. (But if he thought I was going to let him fist my vagina ‘without hesitation and by free will', then he had to be a sick fuck. I was just too glad I had ruled that one out, no matter how badly he coaxed me into letting it stay. I was hard on that one, no first in my vagina or anywhere near me. That and many other gut-wrenching th

She’s listening, just barely, but it’s a start. Koa steps forward quietly, his voice measured, unassuming but firm. “Rules exist to protect you. Obey them, not because I demand it, but because your life depends on it.” His gaze sweeps the trio, and they flinch, some instinctive respect for him forming even as their defiance simmers.

No matter how stubborn I was, I was going to do as he says, he was going to make sure of that. I was starting to regret this again, and my every actions so far that led me inside the lion's den. How many more rules do I have to follow? And this is just number three. I can't talk when I want, I had no say in my life. Just nod and do whatever he wants me to do. But this man is the devil himself and I have to obey his every word. "Yes, master."

He gets in the car and starts driving, "You Will learn to obey me Abijah! You are Mine now!" Obey you? What am I a puppy? I didn't want to be disrespectful but he is out of his mind if he thinks I'm just gonna roll over and submit! I may never have been in a relationship before, but I'm not as gullible and naive as he may suspect me to be. I took a few deep breaths to calm my erratic nerves,