Novel & Cerita Ahsoka Slave Costume

His horse, a black stud that had been bred carefully over generations, was standing in the castle’s portico, waiting for him. Zoe was already there. She was wearing a long royal blue skirt that had thigh high slits on both the sides. There were gold anklets that spiraled her legs all the way up to her thighs. A gold bustier with gold chains merging to the collar and gold bangles made her look like a regal. Her hair was tied high up in a pony and her garish makeup was hideous today. Over her red kohl, she had added gold dust. Ludwig remained calm. If his fiancé liked to dress like that, then he would only bring more of that kind of makeup for her. She was made to mount a white horse by a serv

I was pretty sure I was not allowed to take the pink suitcases on top of my wardrobe. I was given the room next to Leilani’s. After putting my stuff inside, I went and knocked on Leilani’s door. There was no answer. “She’s gone,” Francesca said, coming out of her room. “She was reassigned this morning. Come here.” “I’m not your slave, Francesca.” I told her. “I’ll do my work but will not let you command me around.” “I replaced Angie. I’m in charge of all staff right now and you have to obey me. If not, I’ll report you to the alpha. Do you wish to go and live in the slave house?”

“Yes, I'm ready." Alejandro opened the door and gestured that I should enter first so I did. The room was dark until he turned the lights on. What was inside the room that made my jaw drop? It is filled with sex toys, whips, and some devices that I don't know. As in there are a lot. “I am a dominant, Chloe and you are here to be my slave."

She applied the body cream and face cream as she dressed up, putting on her uniform which was a bit different from the others she had seen the other day — it was the same style, just that hers was army green instead of black. Well, maybe because her position was different. "Yeah, I'm his slave after all." She nodded as she stood in front of the dressing mirror and packed her hair into a high ponytail. ★ Ice Pick chuckled again with his eyes glued to his phone. "She's clearly different, right?" He asked no one in particular. "The high ponytail looks good on her." James chuckled, peering into Ice Pick's phone as Ice Pick quickly turned off his phone's screen. "What's funny? And why are you lau

“I-I’m sorry, I heard she was in here and assumed it was nothing important.” I scoffed before I could stop it and all eyes turned to me. “Something on your mind, slave?” I cast down my eyes and turned around, heading for the door. They didn’t know about anything that had happened earlier. Relief washed over me as I walked to the kitchen. It was almost dinner and I helped out the chef. ‘Slave’ That one word had more power than I would like to admit. But it was true, that was me. A slave. “Selene, grab the potatoes and then make a salad,” Cathy, the chef said as I walked in.

Axelina who heard it, she couldn't help but smile. “My son and I didn't bring much change of clothes. Only one pair of clothes, "said Axelina. Fatima has just met someone who is like Axelina, buying without haggling first. "How much in total, Fat?" said Axelina. "Really all of it, Lin?" asked Fatima looking for the sincerity of Axelina's words. Because the clothes that Axelina chose were the robes which were quite expensive according to Fatima. One outfit is worth two hundred thousand to three hundred thousand.

I knew I would have to explain later on why I gave an answer that was far from the truth, but that was a problem for later. “Ah. Well, that's a relief. For a second there, I thought you both had chickened out." She whispered the last part of her words, ending it with a giggle before straightening up from where she had leaned. "We can do this, yeah? Alpha Easton is just a few hours away from us, and so is freedom!" She smiles, stretching her hand out for Jasmine and I to place ours atop it, breaking away in time to see Beta Mark take his place in front to address the slaves.

I took a deep breath and nodded, tilting my neck so he could attach the leash to the clasp on my collar. We exited the car and I followed him, my legs already feeling weak beneath me. I had been dressed as a slave would dress—in a short dress, formal enough for the occasion, but nothing too luxurious for a typical slave. My legs chilled in the passing breeze. Cliff raised his head as we approached and smirked as his eyes met Lucas. That smirk faded when those piercing eyes swept to me. He sneered. “She looks timid.” “She’s a new one,” Lucas explained simply.

I suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Apart from the set of training clothes that had been given to me when I arrived here, the only clothes I had were the worn-out rags that I had brought from Black Eye Pack. Those were the clothes I'd worn as a slave. There was no way I could show up wearing such clothes in front of Mrs Joanna Taylor, let alone as her son's mate. I clutched my clothes and was getting nervous. "It doesn't matter. I will ask someone to prepare clothes for you." Hearing Prince Thomas's words, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter One (Captured) Sheila’s POV “Master wants her alive!” The guard screeched warningly to the other guards who were struggling to keep me in place as my hands fought their rough grasps to escape, with an arm wrapped around my neck. It felt like my breath was trapped as my eyes rolled back into my head and a tear slid down my cheek rolling onto my white dress.