Novel & Cerita Ass Slave Story

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

“That sounds good, I agree!” “I agree!” “l agree!”. Just like that, the words i agree’ echoed repeatedly within the crowds, for money, they were willing to risk being hunted by humans to sell me. My legs finally gave in as I finally collapsed on the cold ground. Being sold as a slave was something worse than death. Who knew what hell would come upon me once i became a slave, it was so unimaginable but I stood no chance for a bargain seeing how enthusiastic the crowd was, and their affirmation of Beta Miguel’s suggestion, alpha Lawrence nodded his head, having to take up his mind, he turned to look at me nonchalantly and finally voiced out his decision,

“I’m sorry; I don’t remember ever meeting you…” “You didn’t.”Granny shook her head, making some pure white strands of hair escape her braid. “Slaves were never allowed in front of vampire elite’s, unless it was to feed. I was a born slave. Served them for over forty years until I was no longer pretty enough to drink from.”

The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger.

Garin asked. "Kessie and I were sold off to a wealthy family by our parents a couple of years ago. I was seven years old and Kessie was just two. We were bought as slaves and we served this man named Lord Maika as maids in his home. He was a cruel man and he treated the slaves very badly and anytime we would make a mistake or make him upset, he punished us in different ways," Layla said as she stared at her scarred palms. "I thought you told Hannah that you were separated from your people and that they lived over the twin mountains in the south?" Garin asked as he noticed that her stories weren't matching.

I would be the first woman who was happy being a slave. I tried to forget Adam and his lies. But I just could not. Every night the thorns of his promises and lies pierced through my chest and wounded my heart. He just could not stop hurting me. Maybe it was my fate to bear that pain forever because I did not listen to my wolf. Or maybe one day, I would be able to forget all that. I did not know but after becoming a slave, I had found hope in my life.

We were the weaker of the genders and the fact that I could read wasn’t a bonus for some of the masters the traders tried to sell me to. In fact, some of those people were actually surprised that I could read since slaves never had time to learn in the first place. Sadly, when I told people that I had been kidnapped, they laughed in my face. I sometimes stood on the boat wondering how people thought slaves became slaves. If you just woke up one day and decided to become one!

I cleared my throat and removed my hand that has been on his head. "Do you want a romance story or an adventurous story?" I asked inaudibly. "Take a good look at me, do I look like someone that enjoys romantic tales?" He questioned and I mentally slapped myself for asking. "I apologize, your highness" I cooed with a faux smile. He beckoned on me to go on with the wave of his hand. I took a deep breath racking my brain endlessly for a story. Hmph. Here goes nothing; "There was a mean evil slave master. He had thousands of slaves and was cruel and heartless. He had a son...

Jonah needed to know about her. Jonah quickly began looking into her. Her name was Alice, she was a slave from Jame’s pack and his step sister. Alice’s father was once a respectable man and held a high position in the pack until his mate died. The poor heart broke man into a shell of man and met Jame’s mother and Alice’s life turned into hell. She was treated like a slave until they officially made her one.

Elena took a long sigh and turned again and said "I am Elena, a slave here" "slave?" He asked in confusion because after Ashton became a king, he made all the slaves into working maids and servants with a regular salary, and no one is allowed to even call themself slaves, so he asked again "when did you come here? and... who is your master?".