Thirteen Obey Me Novels & Stories

I need to know just how deep this nightmare is. Max leans forward, placing his glass on the table between us, he furrowed his brows at me. "First rule, You will never question me. I am your husband and your Lord, and you will do as you are told. No arguments, no resistance." I clench my hands together in my lap, my nails digging into my palms. The idea of obeying him, of submitting to him after everything he’s done, makes me want to scream at him. But I say nothing. I’m too afraid of what might happen if I push him too far.

"Your Majesty, Veryon is a prince. His rank demanded our compliance. We had no choice but to obey." I clenched my jaw, the sharp edge of my anger threatening to spill over. "From this moment on," I said, my voice like steel, "you will obey no one but me. I don't care if it's Veryon, a prince, or even a god himself my word is law in Decresh." They nodded, murmuring their agreement, but I could see the tension in their eyes. They knew I wouldn't tolerate insubordination again. Before I could press further, the sharp sound of shouting reached us, faint at first but growing louder with every passing second. The noise carried a strange, chaotic energy that immediately set me on edge.

I can't, Carlson hates me and I hate myself for finding him attractive, I hate myself for losing myself whenever I stare at his grey blue eyes. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look him in the eyes, "I see you haven't forgotten me and what I'm capable of, it's a good thing. Working for me isn't going to be easy and you know the best part? You can't resign because your dad wants you here. Welcome to your new hell Enzo and this time, it's going to be different than it was in high school and in college." He patted my cheek and walked out of the room. This can't be my life, I'm not going to let him walk all over me again, I am not going to let him bully me again. I'm sorry dad but I'm not goi

My muscles lock. “Look at you,” the elder says softly. “Still loyal.” My heart pounds against my ribs. Wild. Angry. “I will kill you,” I swear. The elder chuckles. “Not yet.” The symbol flares brighter. A voice fills my head. Low. Ancient. Obey. I grit my teeth until pain slices my gums. “No,” I whisper. Obey. I think of Aria. Her voice. Her strength. Her fire. Obey. I scream.

Another test of obedience. Desmond’s voice came through next, quiet, controlled. “Sienna, follow exactly what they ask. No mistakes. We have eyes everywhere.” “I understand,” I whispered. Gabriel’s text followed: Stay sharp. They can’t hurt you if you do exactly as we plan. Step after step, I obeyed. Every movement calculated. Every word controlled. Fear threatened to take over, but love kept me moving. Finally, the last message arrived: Bring yourself alone. They’ll return the children if all instructions are followed perfectly.

ready. "You are getting better," Adrian said, his voice calm, almost happy. "But never forget: obeying isn't the same as giving in completely. Control isn't owning. And yet... you are mine to shape to my satisfaction."

he demanded hoarsely, his voice heavy with judgment, "what did you do to me?" I looked at him calmly. "I didn’t do anything. Your mother slapped me. Then you collapsed." "Ridiculous." He let out a short, mocking laugh. "My mother hit you, and I’m the one who coughs up blood and passes out? Sienna, you’re now making up this kind of nonsense just to get my sympathy?" "This isn’t nonsense," I spoke slowly, clearly. "Just now, we were bound by an Empathy Sync System. From now on, every bit of harm I suffer—physical or emotional—you will feel it all, exactly the same."

He doesn’t even look at me, continuing to stride back and forth, black boots causing the floorboards to creak right near me. “And thirdly, you must obey my every command. Do you understand?” “I-“ He stops, holding my gaze. “Do you understand, Kiva?” This is a man who likes to get his way. And for now, I get the feeling that if I disobey him, I’ll be introduced to a kind of wrath I haven’t experienced before. “Yes, Ark.” I force a sardonic smile onto my face. The slightest frown creases between his brows. “What happened to you will not repeat itself. Am I clear?”

I tasted shame and acceptance and found them both strangely nourishing. After hours of drills, sweat, and measured strikes, Corin gathered us in a circle. “Obedience is not blind,” he said, his voice low and authoritative. “It is chosen. You will choose to obey because you want the order to hold you when your self won’t. Remember that.”

Robbie’s face was almost injured by Thirteen, and his face turned pale with fright. Thirteen said, “First, I’ll catch you. Then, I’ll grab the other traitors of the military intelligence division. I’m going to send you all to headquarters so you can be judged.” “Capturing me alone should be enough. The others have turned a new leaf, so why bother capturing everyone?”