Ahsoka Slave Costume Novels & Stories

I was out of line. “My apologies Alpha.” I turned my attention to the Beta who’s eyes were wide with confusion as he looked between the two of us. “Alpha?” Greyson asked before I could answer his question, this time his eyes were on his pack leader. “She’s lived here as a slave practically her whole life, this is all she knows. I told her my name was Abel.” The Alpha stated seeming frustrated, but I was so lost, none of this was making sense, I just wished they would tell me what they wanted so I could get it over with.

Kieran. “I still don’t see why she needs to be present,” I murmured as I looked at the barely-there outfit Aurora wore as we sat I the long vehicle. She wore a skimpy black see through dress with long high-heels.She seemed sated and happy but she would not stop looking at me like I was food. I was tired of guessing or wondering what manner of creature she was. “Do you know what she is?” I asked Sia who was stroking the slave’s green hair. My glare was filled with accusations.

She looked at Lysander, who was whimpering in the wreckage. "He will kill me," she breathed. "He can't even get out of a light fixture," Modern Vespera pointed out. Slave Vespera took the hand. Modern Vespera pulled her up. Slave Vespera was thin, malnourished, and dressed in rags. But as she stood, she straightened her spine. She looked at the other Vesperas—the Queen, the Don, the Cyborg, the Man. They were all looking at her with fierce pride.

I felt like I was wearing a dress, but it was actually really comfortable. “Even though you look like some weird sorcerer in this robe, you still look fucking hot.” Leia said. I laughed, because like she predicted, Leia did have a white robe on. It was very long, almost to the floor and sheer. Underneath she had some white shorts and a white top. You could clearly see her bump through the robe. “You look beautiful, but you also look ready to be sacrificed to some ancient god in a blood ritual.” I told Leia. She looked down, “I fucking do, don’t I? Let’s just get this over with.”

I said, shaking my head negatively. The man's eyebrows widened, and he smiled mockingly. “Interesting. The slave is already starting to rebel.” As soon as he had said his words, he released the chains at his feet. The latter fell to the ground with a dull thud. I saw him remove his belt in a sudden and rapid movement. It took my brain a long time to understand what he was about to do, and when I finally understood, he had already raised his belt. “No…no, I’m sorry.” I said, lowering my head, then I let out a cry of despair, holding out my wrists.

Ahsoka My name is Ahsoka Banks. I know, my father has this weird obsession with Star Wars and I have been made fun for my name for as long as I can remember. I turn seventeen soon but I won’t be celebrating. It is not something worth celebrating. I stare at the mirror as I cover up the bruises from last night. Father never leaves any on my face or anywhere else that I can’t cover up. Even on the hottest day I am forced to wear long sleeve shirts and long pants.

That means no punishments for me, I am worried about what he will get me today because he has been asking me what I want for my birthday and my answer has always been nothing. I woke up early and made my bed then went to the shower taking my time. I got out then took out one of the jeans a bought the day we went to the mall and top then wore them. After a took out my strapped sandals and wore them. It feels good wearing hill again, I feel more like my old self and not the slave.

“Go now!” The warriors charge from three different directions as Ahsoka uses her powers to control the water. The more I watch her fight the more impressed I am. The rogues scramble to get off the docks before Ahsoka drowns them giving Alpha Nicolai and I time to reach the yacht that is pulling away. Ahsoka is doing her best at preventing it from leaving but at the same time trying to not tip the boat over.

she asked. "Who sits in the other chair, the one beside Cole's?" I asked her. "That's Alpha to you! Don't ever call him by his name!" she snapped, glaring at me. "Sorry. So... who sits in that chair?" I asked her again. "Beta Chad," she replied, not looking at me. "And the bitch I hit?" I asked, my tone sounding a little harsh. "That's Paris, she's Beta Chad's slave," she said in mocking tone.

It’s suffocating. “ We sent her to her room and Kane’s slave is looking after her for now. ” Cassius stresses on Kane’s slave. I feel assured and loose a breath before staring at the woman’s shiny gown. “ …and who is this if I may ask? ” Katrina bends down, making me slide a little back from her. “ Are you afraid human? ” She questions in a sickly sweet voice. She sounds so harmless, completely humane. But, she gives me evil vibes.