Book About Slave Novels & Stories

Authur was all she has now,he has been protecting her but not anymore it's time she stepped out of his shield. "You will also be taken as a slave. If you agree to be our slave, your freewill ends today." Grand lord Daemon spoke up again. Pinning Authur with his green eyes. "Do you know what that means, little human? You're quite a pretty boy; I don't think you will lack masters in service." A shiver ran through Authur's spine, fear seeping through his core. If everything he had heard growing up and read in books were true, being a Kansas slave was worse than being a slave in any human kingdom.

” “what? Cara you know that I’m very new to this. I don’t think I can survive it.” “you can, and you will. Whether you like it or not, there will be a first. You better face and get over with it.” “I guess you’re right,” I said. How long was I going to put it off anyway? Sooner or later, I would have to face that horrible man. He had to explain to me why he was treating me the way he was when I had not done anything wrong to me. Was he ashamed of me because I was a slave? That did not even make much sense since I had not been born a slave. I had been born to regular people but had merely turned into one when my parents were killed.

I don't want to go there but they send invitations nonstop as if they think that I will go to their disgusting auction. “But, sir. They already know about your identity and you are still a member." What he said made me growl in annoyance. I actually don't know why I ended up signing up for them. All I remember is I was drunk and wanted something sweet when they asked me to join their secret group called Sweet Delights. I really thought that it was for VIPs however when I attended their invitations, it was a human auction for slaves. Men and women are there with their masks on. Well, I do love having a slave and I had so many ones before but nothing interests me which made me want to leave th

"Are you at least gonna try and get up?" One of the men stood up hesitantly, still expressing an ample amount of fear for her to threaten his life for answers. "Celie." The man stood tall and finally answered her question. "Ya name... is Celie." "You killed me because I rebelled, right?" Phuture asked. "Because I'm a slave... right?" "Yes... ya was accused of conspiracing a revolt against ya master." "Ugh, what the fuck?" Phuture sighed deeply. "So the slaves are having a revolt, tell me this isn't a civil war!"

If this guy wants to start something, I won't back down from a fight. “Uhm, you did do something terrible to me", I scoffed. “Really? Mind jogging my memory?”, He sat back and folded his arms, paying attention to me. “Well for starters, you bought me as a slave, then you brought me to your mansion just to lock me up in a cold dark room for weeks till I almost died!!”, I angrily told him. He sat forward and his eyes darkened, it looked like it was some nuclear weapon, waiting to be tampered with. I got scared for a minute, ‘Would he hurt me?’, I asked myself.

Though truth be told, I did little more than wait my turn, yet my body has already decided that it's done enough for the day. Tossing some crispier bits of bacon and an omelette onto my plate, I make my way towards a dining table. There are three set up in the room, which sits just off of the kitchen. I plant myself at the emptiest one and feel myself tense up a little, feeling every pair of eyes at the table on me. The ones who were animatedly talking become silent as I settle down. I cringe inwardly and avoid looking at any of them. “It’s Lisandra- the slave; the bait,” I can hear a taunting voice, purposely just loud enough for me to hear.

I thought of screaming for help, but then again, who would help a slave that was being sold for a ridiculous amount? Slave, s3x slave… a new life I never thought would be attached to my name. Once a princess and now a slave, who would have thought things don't last forever. The happiness, the joy, the laughter, families, friends, and so on would last forever. Nothing seems to be forever. Just a snap of the finger and everything will be erased, leaving nothing but darkness, sorrow, pain, and death.

In food, mom won’t let me buy any food that is not cooked by her or a chef. “Do you have money?” I ask. “Pardon? I don’t have any money, Senorita Aira.” “What?? I also don’t have money. How can I buy Ice cream if I don’t have one!” I just frowned and scratched my head. I walked towards that old man and looked at the children who were buying ice cream from him. “Do you want to buy it?” The old man asks me. Can I buy it without money? I think that’s not possible.

He doesn't even look like someone who even read books. Shaking my head off the thought of him, I focused my whole attention on the book. Smiling like a fool as I read the dialogue between the main character and her love interest. Her story wasn't much different from mine. She was a slave in his manor also, but she was sharp-witted with a sharp tongue, not failing to speak up when she feels so wronged. I wish I could do the same, but I feel like Master Darren would crack my bones if I tried it.

I glanced over at Ashton, who wore a tense expression, clearly surprised by the man’s outburst. “That human girl you called Aliyah is a slave. She’s a property of the Connor pack, so you should return her. Otherwise, the royal council will doubt your authority and decision-making. abilities. You’re the new king of Jadeisles, Ashton. So the least you can do is make wise and strategic choices for us." His harsh words painfully constricted my heart. Was this all I was—a slave, an unwanted burden? I knew bringing a human to their kingdom could pose a threat to their secrecy, but I couldn’t help the sting of rejection that washed over me.