Slave Novels & Stories

“A slave is someone who is held in forced servitude. They have little to no say over their lives and live to obey their masters” Lennox chimed in. “Considering the havoc that you have caused in our lives. It should be an honor for you to be recognized as our slave. And note that all of this isn’t a must. You can break free from this life when you return the money that you owe us and the diamond bracelet” He said with a smile on his face.

Elaine instinctively looked back, then jogged back toward Dave. He had just lit his cigarette; the flame illuminating his fingertips created smoke that made his handsome face appear even more heartless. Elaine stopped in her tracks and said softly, "President Bo, can I borrow some money? I’ll pay it back tomorrow."

Destroyed. Leaving me alone with him. With master. With— Owner. "You are thinking about Torres. About killing her. Feeling—something. Guilt maybe. Doubt." "Yes." Truth. Required truth. Always truth about feelings I could not act on. "Good. Feeling while unable to act—that is advanced slavery. Most slaves I break—they stop feeling. Become empty. Robotic. Boring. You—you still feel. Still suffer. Still—hate me. While serving perfectly. Beautiful. Artistic. Perfect."

I asked Serena, "If you're not willing, then why don't you tell the other leaders about Jack's coercive behavior?" Serena hiccuped but still managed to suppress it to talk to me, "Who's… care?" I was a bit stunned, not understanding what Serena meant. Serena continued, “Do you think those leaders would care as much about the enslaved people as we do? They are like Jack; if they like any slave, they can do whatever they want. Enslaved people have no right to resist; even they must submit to absolute. Not only those leaders, but the soldiers also have the right to force us….”

But whenever they met coincidentally, he always saw her crying. ‘I said I would devour you once I saw you again, and yet you only showed me your vulnerable side,’ Adam thought before looking back at the old woman begging on her knees. Perhaps, Adam didn’t realize that he was slowly gaining his sympathy back, all because of the woman he sold as a slave. “Stop it.” His men stopped kicking and ruining the old lady’s fruit store, and they looked at their boss. “How can she pay us if you will smash everything in her store?” Adam asked his men.

Suzanne said hurtfully "Suzanne?? Darcie says and couldn't stop the tears from flowing " I almost die Sonia, but here I am, did you know how hard it is for me to survive, I was sold to the Arabian as sex slave" she said and Darcie eyes widened "Every time, I always think about you and also the day those evil people when they're going to pay for their deadly crime but here you're choosing Love over everything" "Suzanne pls....." "Sonia, I want you to think about it and give me an answer tomorrow, it's either you choose keith or I" she said and Darcie couldn't alter a word

My name is Aria Monroe, I turned eighteen yesterday. Guess what? I celebrated my birthday with my cellmate Amelia in a cell. Yeah I'm slave, I've been living as a slave since I was fifteen. Trust me I don't know where my mother or father or siblings are. I don't even know if they are alive or dead. Ever since my own family sold me to slavery, I deleted them from my heart forever. I only have one family and that's Amelia, she's been good to me, she's like a sister to me, this is my story.

Winter said, “Seriously, Emmily, stop joking.” “No kidding, today's your birthday; let yourself be happy for a change.” “Emmily, is there nothing to be happy about? Being a slave without a mate leaves me feeling hopeless and without purpose.” “Happiness is possible, even for a night. Don't limit yourself by labeling yourself a slave; live freely.”

Ask how much he enjoyed their night before. She did none of them. Just watching him. Then, he raised his hand to her neck and removed her collar. As he did so, he raised his voice; "With the power vested in me as the King of Salem and Mombana, as the Master of this Slave standing before us all, I remove your collar. And from today onward you are no longer a slave! Not to me! Not to my people! As I hold this collar away, so as you have separated from it! You stand...A FREE WOMAN!"