Star Wars: Slave Ship

She was a slave, everyone's plaything, had no parents, and the pack that she grew up in now treated her like she did not belong. But that all changed on her twenty-first birthday when the truth about her identity was revealed, soon after the revelation she left the pack, leaving everyone shocked and the alpha that enslaved her for the past ten years now turned the world upside down looking for her.

In a world where rogues, if captured, are sold as slaves to the pack wolves, life seems like it's about to get worse for ten year old Nadia whose rogue camp was recently torn apart by slavers. Separated from her family, Nadia finds herself purchased by the next Alpha of the Red Moon Pack who is five years older than her. The Red Moon pack isn't known for its kindness and is instead known for its strength, fierceness, and overall dominance over other packs. Nadia expects her master to be cruel to her, but instead he’s nice and treats her well. While cold at first over the years Maddox learns to open his heart to his slave and build a bond with her, after all she is special to him, but only he knows why. The other slaves and servants of the packhouse bully Nadia for her special treatment and do everything they can to make her life miserable. The Alpha's mother and uncle don't like her and don't like how the pretty rogue slave. They thinks she distracts him finding his mate. Eight years later, Maddox is Alpha of the pack after his father was killed in a war against another pack several years ago. Now, that Nadia is eighteen it's time for Maddox to claim his slave. While others think he is bedding his slave for fun or as a breeder, it's much more than that because his slave is his mate and he will be demanded if anyone else has her, but him. No one knows how valuable Nadia is and who she is to the Alpha, but when the truth comes out everything changes. Will his family stop him from claiming her as his mate and if so how far will they go?

I am Seranda Williams the uwanted, born from a lineage of slaves, embedded with the mark of Zeranda cursed god of the souls of the dead. A plague waiting to be eradicated. a plague waiting to be destroyed, a celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I stare from the open bars of my home, a crumbling place known to others as a dungeon, but I have called this place home for the last 18 years, today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death. I feel nothing, I have been groomed as a sacrificial lamb. am neither the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. Nothing is there to be felt, I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb, what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be killed either way. I got myself ready, but there wasn't much to be done, I washed my hair with the little water left from the previous day, I have been isolated from humans since my birth. I did not get the chance to be a child like every other kid out there. I was barely given enough to last me for 18 years. The door abruptly opens and hefty men rush in with chains and shackles. “Tie the slave”

A beautiful woman who loves her mother very much. She is willing to do anything for the sake of healing her mother. Even though she had to pay dearly by being the slave of an "Amar" who was able to buy anything he wanted with his money and power. "You are my nightmare, Amar, I hate you. If you are tired of my body, you better me right now, I don't want to live anymore."

Warning: This story contains explicit dark romance elements, including extreme BDSM, MFM themes, and severe humiliation. *** I’m the slave of my two stepbrothers. One wants me broken, and the other wants to own me. They hate me so much that they humiliate me, make me serve them, and treat me like I’m nothing, but trash. They want to own every part of me. Both of them wear the mask of a monster, acting like they have no heart, but there is a secret. Even when they are cruel, they take care of me. They protect me, but they punish me hard. I have no clue where this hatred comes from or why they are so determined to ruin me. But I am searching for the truth. And I know that once the masks finally slip and the answers are revealed, it will turn my entire world upside down.

"I can't let you free" The mafia boss whispered harshly. Then he pulled back and I was freezed in my position. However I managed to recover from my paralyzed state and with enough courage I asked. "What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice low as I gulped. My hazel eyes was briefly locked with his ocean blue eyes. "Oh nothing!! but you saw us killing Ashar." Oh so that guy's name was Ashar.. "I didn't see anybody killing anyone." I lied curtly. "Oh really!" His eye brows lifted up. "then who is this?" He pointed towards the laptop which was placed on the coffee table. I took a step forward towards the table and knelt down to get a clear view. And....... Oh my me!!! I was sooo doomed.. My pathetic life.. I wanna cry so loud... Oh god!! Why?? Why me?? It was me in my black dress standing in front of garage and my face was clearly seen in the screen. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I gulped hard while seeing the laptop screen. It was hard to believe but it was me. I was damn screwed up. THE MAFIA'S CAPTURED SLAVE