Book About Slave Novels & Stories

"W-What's your story?" She froze at this, the light in her eyes slowly draining. I frowned, watching her expression, "You don't have to—" "It is alright to ask. We're all slaves here. I have nothing to hide," she replied. Her eyes flashed to mine, offering me a small smile. "Slaves, yes." I confirmed, "I am a slave because my parents were rogues. Shade is a slave because she was born without a wolf despite our blood running through her veins. Half of the slaves here were either rejected, rogues or like me- but-"

" Sarah hadn't had the chance to glance at the papers. I could hear her choke on her own breath at the words I uttered. This man was after my body all along. But he didn't want an one night stand, he wanted a toy in his possession. "Not quite!" He chuckled. This is not what slavery was like baby girl. You can trust me! I have a very close perspective on that subject! " I dunno what his words did to me but I think it created a black hole at my pit. My soul was getting sick at the area around my naval.

We just stayed like that, both touching the book, both touching each other. "I need that," I said breathlessly. "So do I." "I touched it first." Ken's eyes turned black "Do you really want to fight me over a book?" "I'll fight you over anything." I looked into his eyes, refusing to back down. "I'm not your servant. I'm not here to make your life easier or let you have everything you want." "You were captured as a slave by my father," Ken said. "That's exactly what you are - slave who got lucky enough to be allowed in classes. Don’t forget why you were brought here. Don’t think you’re here because you are even half worthy"

The smell of old wood mixed with the blood staining my clothes made me feel sick. Everything had happened terrifyingly fast. Two days ago, I was living among my family and my pack, knowing exactly where I belonged...Now I was chained, my fate unknown. I had never imagined my life would end up like this, watching my family be slaughtered before my eyes and being taken prisoner. I was supposed to be living the happiest days of my life at this moment with Isaac, whose fate I didn't even know. Was he still alive, or had he been killed along with the others...?

He did and she nodded her head nervously. "I wanted to take things easy with you but you don't want that. You want to show the most dangerous man how tough and stubborn you are. So from today, you will be my slave. Not just a slave, but my sex slave, my sex toy, my sex object." Jennifer was shocked. She didn't see that coming. "I don't understand. What do you mean by your sex slave?" Jennifer said.

I gave her the file in my hand, “look at this and sign it.” She took her time reading it, scanning through the pages as if the words written there were foreign. “What does this mean?” She asked me. “It's a contract, it contains rules we will both abide by and what you'll do as my slave.” “I mean this part.” She pointed at a page. “Is this real?” “Yes. It states that I will give you the money to clear your debts and even more, I will also make you the CEO of one of my companies if you agree to be my slave.”

Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? Jean cried silently. "Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean.

Evie P.O.V Despair and confusion had been my companion ever since I was abandoned in the section assigned to the slaves. Working as a slave was pretty exhausting. The harsh words and the insults were things I would never get accustomed to, but I knew I was thicker than my skin and I deserved a proper explanation from Damon about why I was brought in here as a slave when I wasn't in any way affiliated to the Wolves. I tugged the strand of hair that fell on my face behind my ear as I beat the beautiful Persian carpets with a club till there wasn't a speck of dust found in them.

Lily ordered them to eat. The servants served the foods to them. Clive is not used to this kind of treatment that is why he blushed while being served. "I can get for myself Miss. Thank you." Clive refused to be served. "Are you not used to be served Mr. Aster?" Lily asked. 'Clive shook his head. "We are not rich Mrs. Klatt. I am not used to being served. I think I don't deserve such thing." "It's fine. You are my guest today. Let them serve you as I ordered them." Lily stated in a calm voice.

Valerie asked raising an eyebrow at us, she had just come back from the kitchen with Diana, I didn’t even know that she was there to begin with, brining mugs of warm milk for both Nathan and I, Nathan raised an eyebrow at the mugs before his grandmother took both cups and took a sip out of them before handing them to us “don’t worry child, if I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t poison you, I have a lot more pride than doing what a slave would” Nathan simply chuckled at that knowing what his grandmother meant, as throughout the centuries, stories were heard about slaves, maids, or even wives who poisoned their kings or princes for gold or power, what was odd about slaves doing it was that they w