Ahsoka Slave Costume Novels & Stories

Cora was diligently working in the kitchen, focused on her task of preparing food for the pack. As she stirred the pot on the stove, her concentration was interrupted by an Omega slave who approached her with a sneer on her face. She had recognized her as one of the more antagonistic slaves who often taunted and belittled her.The Omega slave, with a superiority complex evident in her demeanor, called Cora a rejected slave, the words dripping with contempt. She tried to ignore the insult, reminding herself to stay composed and not let the Omega's words get to her.

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

the man called out to us. When we got there, I took the hose and helped Mia get cleaned up. She didn’t say anything to me while she washed up. When she was done, she took some clothes from the hang line and put them on. We had no idea who they belonged to but Mia needed something to wear. After dressing up, we went for lunch. I did get weird stares from most of the other slaves and was sure the story had spread.

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