12 Years A Slave Novel Novels & Stories

At the slave establishment, Marsha was sitting on the cold ground of the small house. Her mind was reeling from the incident that took place when Theia was being bought. She couldn't believe the fact that Theia only spent some weeks in the slave establishment and was being bought quickly unlike her that has been in the slave establishment for years and yet no buyer has even put her into consideration. "Why am I so unfortunate?" She asked herself, sobbing, she cuddled herself and buried her face in between her legs.

I will forever be marked as a slave. We are all being shuffled to the main square, divided between men, women, and children. I haven’t seen my parents since we were branded before we entered the city. I know the chances that I will see them again are slim. As we are lined up the pack wolves are already lining up to purchase us. My life is over, I know that. I know as a slave I will not have a good life. Pack wolves love to abuse their slaves, or so I’ve been told. I’m not holding out for a nice master or mistress. It’s silly to hope for such things.

Jenny's friend queries her. "I don't understand," she stands up from her bed and goes outside her room, sneakingly heading towards Sophia's direction like the gossiper she is. Her friend follows along. "C'mon guys, we can't live here forever, not under a bunch of people who don't give a damn about us," Jenny peeps through the servant kitchen where all the slaves are gathered with Sophia giving a speech. "What do you know? You only arrived here three months ago. Most of us have nowhere to go back to, we were sold out by an orphanage," Joe, a young man with an afro speaks up.

“Well, the guy I’ve been helping to get information on this specific compound. We’re trying to shut this place down, so we can free the slaves.” “Wait, you’re a spy?” She asked with interest. “Well, no. I’m also a slave; I was kidnapped – well, sold – two years ago. The only thing that saved me from your fate is that I’m not as pretty as other girls, so there wasn’t any interest in me. So now I’m just a house slave and not a sex slave.” “Please make me a promise?” The princess asked in a small voice. “I’ll try my very best.” Nova promised sincerely.

he ordered the guards. Yes, it was the memory of his past on how Jeremiah branded as a slave at the age of four. Jayden not only stripped his family name but also burned his home, made the boy had no place to return, except the cold underground cellar, where he must endure the torment for thirteen years. However, his wordily torment would come into an end… ***

Brooke asked me again with a laughter after. "Okay, okay. Let's not get tensions into the air. This is a friendly discussion and we're moving on. Who can tell me who freed the slaves in America and what date it took place?" "Abraham Lincoln. On January 1st 1863," I answered. "Excellent. On pages ten to twenty, are all the information about the trades, the owners, the boats, the counties and all the ways slaves were treated. Study it. Pop Quiz next class," Mr. Snagg finished.

I said, then turned and walked away. "Stop!" George snapped. "Zachary, you've been an administrative manager for eight years. How can you have no sense of perspective and throw a fit over a smaller year-end bonus? How do you think other departments will see the administrative system?" I turned back to meet his gaze. "Mr. White, I may not have perspective, but my team is counting on that year-end bonus for the holidays. Caleb's wife has a follow-up exam. Julius is getting married. Renold promised to take his parents to the doctor—"

She spoke further, and I just stared at her, processing everything she was saying. “Ehm… Have you been in this pack for a long time?” I managed to ask her after what seemed like an eternity. “From the way you talked to the man earlier, you don't seem to be new here.” She took a deep breath, and replied, “Yeah, I'm not new here.” “How long has it been?” I asked further. “This year makes it seven years since I became a slave in this pack. I've been here since I was twelve years old.” She revealed.

she asked in the middle of our silence. I glance at her and nod. "Yeah, sure. What is it?" "Do you think you will like it here?" I look at her with an obviously confused expression written on my face. I flip the meat nearest to me before looking back at her. "I was brought here as a slave. I do not think my opinion on whether I like it or not matters," I replied. "But you are the first slave that Alpha Ryler bought. I think that matters. Maybe you have something in you that he liked?" she curiously asked.

He did and she nodded her head nervously. "I wanted to take things easy with you but you don't want that. You want to show the most dangerous man how tough and stubborn you are. So from today, you will be my slave. Not just a slave, but my sex slave, my sex toy, my sex object." Jennifer was shocked. She didn't see that coming. "I don't understand. What do you mean by your sex slave?" Jennifer said.