Best Slavery Books Novels & Stories

She sighed, her steps light and quick as she carried a basket of firewood towards the communal hearth. Ava's hands were calloused from years of hard labour, her back bent from the weight of her burdens. As a slave in the pack, her days were an unending cycle of chores and silent endurance. She was a shadow among the pack members, seen but rarely acknowledged. Yet, despite her outward subservience, there was a fierce light in her eyes, a silent defiance that had not been extinguished by years of oppression. As she approached the hearth, a harsh voice cut through the morning air. Gregor's of course!

I asked all three of them. I could see Cain smiling down at me with pride. “Well, novels would be great. That’s a good starting point for any beginner,” the first man said. “I agree, and you could make picks from romance, mystery and thrillers, and even historical fiction,” the second man responded. “We have a list of the top bestselling authors. You will be glued to every book you select,” the third one said. I became relaxed almost immediately, but then again, Cain’s phone beeped.

The name sounded familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it so I just brushed the thought aside. “Why, Miguel?” “Why what?” “Why me? Why do you even want a slave?” “You interest me that's why. You do things to me just by giving me that death stare.” He let out a sigh. “I want a slave because you're bound by a contract, you will do anything I say. Relationships are meaningless to me, you have more freedom in a relationship and I don't want that. As a slave, you have no choice.” “Psychopath!”

“You sold yourself. Signed and everything. It’s all right there.” “I never signed…” My voice trailed off. I brought my eyes up to his. Mira chuckled, linking her arm in his. He looked at her with adoration. All the pieces fell into place. They betrayed me. Both of them. My boyfriend and my best friend. They sold me into slavery. I now belonged to the Morven family, a true-blood noble family that lived at Wolfspire City. “Why would you do this?” I asked, biting back tears. Kalen snorted. “You don’t have a wolf, Senna. You were always dead weight.”

What did he want to say? Master Beowulf let him speak and it made me annoyed. I couldn't think of anything he had to say but I was okay with it since the wanted to judge fairly. Raymond kept a straight face and dropped the biggest lie in history, "We have never maltreated any of our slaves and Hailey is not an exception, we have never maltreated her. These are all lies to make me quit being the Alpha King." Master Beowulf turned to me, he still had no expression on his face. "Any proof that he has maltreated you?"

I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!

A dynasty that had the government in its palm. Logan Stoll. He was as charming as he was deadly. Perfectly chiseled chin, brown eyes that would make any woman fall at his feet, a physique that made people compare him to a god and a dangerous attitude. He was cold-hearted, and killed humans like they were flies. Today, he wanted to get himself a puppet, a s3x toy that he could use as he pleased, anytime he was aroused. This wasn't his first time getting a slave from this school, he had come almost three times and none of the girls he picked lasted a year in his arms. He either got tired and killed them off, or they died from the numerous rape encounters.

They were even standing as they were not with Jennifer. "Sorry, but I'm not like you and i will never be like you. You are a slave and that is what you will always be. Your destiny is to serve others and i can see you are fulfilling it already. You should be grateful that my dad gave you away to fulfill your destiny."

Truthfully, no one can use the methods of the industrial age we are being taught in school today to solve the problem of the digital age where factories have been reduced into smart phones and machines made into apps. I blamed government and disdain my nation until I discovered a book in the In Bible where I saw how Joseph found due order within himself in the midst of slavery and that order made a way for him from the prison into the palace. I also read how Daniel found order as a slave in Babylon and I decided to find order within myself. These moves delivered me from the vicious cycle of blames to the sweet side of life. I learnt that most problems could be solved through reading the ri

It was only after I came to the capital of Atheon that I realized the truth: Wolves owned the world, and the king owned them. I was an ordinary human now. A girl who could be sold to scrub floors or auctioned to sell her body. There was no lupine blood in me, no witchcraft either. And if there is one thing I hated, it's the Werewolves. Once, one of the girls at the brothel told me that when the werewolves came, years ago, they turned everyone into slaves. If you were lucky, you were sold as one. A house slave. A war slave. Sometimes a girl was called lucky if a wolf claimed her and she became one of them. The worst fate of all, she said, was to be sold for bodies instead of labor.