12 Years A Slave Parents Guide Novels & Stories

“What the hell just happened?” Luna whispered, hugging her legs in the bathtub, the lukewarm water rippling softly around her trembling body. Her mind was in turmoil, spinning with thoughts of how slaves at other houses were treated. She had heard the horrifying stories—tales of unimaginable abuse and cruelty, of slaves broken beyond repair. She knew for certain that none of them received this kind of treatment. No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape.

in an era of time where slavery was an approved trade, Naomi and her family were constrained to the Stanley's family, noble, respected. That is, until the fiftieth year. The fiftieth year was symbolic for freedom and every slave was free to leave if they wanted. But can Naomi and her family last till that year without things changing drastically. She tells her story, from some time where things took a different turn from the normalcy of her life. 22years into the fifty years, 8 years to the fiftieth year.

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.

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.

"It'll be over soon, papa; you just have to hang in there for a little bit longer." "It's all right, my stone. You don't have to do anything. Years aren't a big deal anyway. If this is my destiny, then all I can do is learn to accept it." "No," I said, clutching him even more tightly. "If being a slave for a long time is the price I have to pay to free you, then so be it. Or, if getting hurt is the only option, I'll just have to learn to live with that pain. Because if we were to go on living without you, it would only make our pain that much worse."

“Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?

*Chapter contains violence and abuse that can be triggering* ZARA I look at the clock, and it’s 5:30 in the morning, and I need to get up. It’s my job to make breakfast for master Kilian and Mistress Camille. I am not allowed to say their names. Slaves don’t do that, the Mistress says. I look at the calendar, and there are two days until I turn 17. Since I was a child, I was told my parents didn’t want me anymore and that they didn’t love me. So they gave me away.

Slaves up to the age of twenty-five lived there. A slave was usually taken away when he turned twenty - one years old. But there were some slaves who had reached the age of twenty-five who still hadn't been taken away. And no one knew why. "...The mouse mother led her children through a very long corridor." In a dimly lit room, there was a calm and gentle male voice. Around him were the voices of children responding enthusiastically. "Is that mouse going to be eaten by Mr. Cat?" "No way! Mother Cat will save them!"

“I think she will love it and understand it perfectly. She understands that you needed a break after everything you heard. I mean Martha and I are still talking about all of it. We still can’t figure out how people can be so cruel to a little child. Makes us think about our own little peanut growing. “ Levi looks now straight ahead and I could see he had tears in his eyes. “I know Levi, but you’ve got to understand that will never happen to your child. Not as long as you guys are living, but also as long as I’m living. Your child will only be loved.” “I know, but there are people outside this pack who are still living in that nightmare. You know that slaves are forbidden, that doesn’t mean t

Elder Edwin, Lydia's father, towered over her with a menacing look in his eyes. "You think you can challenge us, little girl?" he sneered. "We have been in this business long before you were even born."He added. "That line of business need to be stopped."she yelled at them. "Then be ready for war ."Elder Edwin stated. She stood tall, refusing to back down. "I don't care how long you've been doing this," she said firmly. "I will not tolerate slavery in my pack. It's time for us to move forward, to be better."she added.