Novels by demuslimah

I slapped her. Once on each cheek.“Keep your poison to yourself,” I spat.She staggered slightly, one hand flying up to cradle her face. Her eyes widened, stunned and furious.“You slapped me? Your own sister — the princess — because of a slave?” she hissed.Her voice dripped with disbelief, the insult heavy in every syllable.“Shut up and get out of here,” I snapped. “Useless sister.”She stared at me, lips parted as if she couldn't believe what she'd just heard. For a moment, we both stood frozen — her disbelief clashing with my simmering rage. My patience had snapped long ago, and I wasn’t about to give her more.“I said LEAVE!” I roared, and finally, she turned her gaze to the girl. Her eyes narrowed into deadly slits.“I promise you this,” she whispered, voice low but laced with venom. “Death. You will die, slave girl.”I glanced back at her. “I added coldly, “I’ll kill you too. You’ll join her in the grave there. Sister or not — I don’t care anymore.”With that, she stormed off

Weakly, barely above a whisper, I repeated the only words that mattered anymore:"I'm… hungry."His footsteps thundered toward me in response.Without warning, he yanked me off the bed and slammed my back against the cold stone wall. The impact sent a fresh wave of pain through my already aching body. My breath caught in my throat."You think I care?" he snarled, his eyes burning into mine with raw contempt.Then, his gaze shifted lower. His fingers brushed against my breast, pausing at the faint mark beside it. His brows narrowed. "What's this?" he asked sharply. "That doesn’t look like a tattoo."I didn’t answer immediately. I just stared at him, empty and expressionless, refusing to blink, refusing to flinch. If it would get him angrier, if it would finally make him snap and end this — maybe it was better that way. Maybe death would be a release."Answer me," he growled, his hand clamping onto my nipple and twisting sharply.I winced, gasping in pain, and finally whispered, “It’s n

His hand cupped my breast, squeezing and caressing it roughly as my breath hitched.I found myself pushing him away, trying to run, and saying, "I'm sorry, I can't do it. I'm not..." I couldn't finish as he grabbed me from behind and pinned me against the wall. "This should be a last warning to you," he snarled, "don't dare try to talk or escape."My heart flipped at that... As I stared into his eyes, they were filled with desire...I kept on pushing him, but he did not budge.Rather, he took both my hands and pinned them above my head.He sucked my neckline, giving it a bite, and I yelped.Tears gushed down my eyes as he used his other free hand and fumbled with my breasts, his lips reconnecting to mine.His hand went down to my shaved vagina.I felt his finger inside me, and I winced in pain.He carried me and dropped me onto his bed, quickly removing his towel.My fear increased as I saw his dick, so big and hard. My body shivered. His d**k located my vagina, and he plunged in.I s

I came to inform you that you’ll be taken to the Prince tomorrow morning,” Valentina said, stepping inside with that same flat expression. She dropped a long red dress at my feet. “Wear this. Be ready. I don’t like waiting.”She didn’t ask whether I understood. She just turned and left, the door slamming shut behind her like a final judgment.My heart stopped.They’re taking me to him.The words repeated in my head, echoing over and over again, each one heavier than the last. They’re taking me to the Prince. The one I’d seen with my own eyes murder a woman without blinking. The one whose name silenced rooms and tightened throats.I didn’t even know when sleep claimed me. The fear must have pulled me under like a weight.The next thing I heard was a voice—sharp, impatient.“Wake up. You haven’t even dressed.”I forced my eyes open. Valentina stood over me, her arms crossed, her tone colder than ever.I tried to sit up, but my body betrayed me. Every limb ached. My skin was burning.“I…

Time lost all meaning in that cold, damp cell.I didn’t know how long I lay there after the beating — minutes, hours, maybe longer. My back burned, my body shook, and my lips were cracked from thirst. But what hurt most was the silence, the terrifying stillness after chaos.Eventually, I heard the door creak open again.I didn’t look up.If it was the princess returning to finish me off, I didn’t think I had the strength to fight anymore.But the voice that spoke was low, not cruel, familiar.“Valentina.”“Get up,” she said gruffly.Her tone wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t filled with venom either. I stirred slowly, every muscle screaming in protest as I tried to sit. She stepped inside and dropped a rough sack on the floor in front of me.Inside was a piece of flat bread, stale and hard as stone, and a small bowl of grayish soup.I stared at it.“That’s food?” I croaked.She shrugged. “That’s better than most get their first day. Eat.”I picked at the bread with trembling fingers. It cr

I didn’t fight back anymore. I couldn’t. My voice had gone hoarse, my soul bruised. I simply followed Valentina as she dragged me down the corridor in silence, her grip unrelenting, her eyes blank.I thought maybe she’d say something — anything — but she didn’t. Not a glance. Not a breath of sympathy.She brought me back to the tiny, suffocating cell I’d woken in the first time. The moment the iron door screeched open, the scent of mold and iron returned like a slap to the face.She shoved me inside like trash.“Don’t you dare speak to me in public again,” she snapped, voice raised for the whole dungeon to hear. “You’re a slave, not my equal.” Then she slammed the door behind her. Hard. The sound echoed in my chest like a final nail in a coffin.And I broke.I collapsed to the floor, crawling weakly to a corner of the cell. My body ached, my skin still raw from the last attack — but the ache inside me, the hopeless, soul - deep kind, was worse.Tears flooded my eyes as I cried out lou