Book Slave Novels & Stories

Or someone is being bullied again? Hmm, I’m getting curious about how it feels to be bullied. I slowly walked towards there and intruded on the students so I could better see what they were looking at. I saw the woman who only studied here because she had a scholarship. She’s always being bullied because she is poor. Well, all students here are rich and other people think that this school is only for rich kids. I frowned when I saw Ysay slap Cherry on the cheek. Ysay is the number one bully here. She bullied students she doesn’t like. Cherry is a new student, she just transfer here a month ago and when students know about her being poor, they bully her.

I set my eyes on the longs notes and I began to read. _A SIGNED AGREEMENT BETWEEN MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE AND MR NICHOLAS HILLS_ #CONTENT Miss Corvette Vincete hereby submits to Mr Nicholas Hills as his sex slave. SEX SLAVE: A slave kept for the purpose of sexual exploitation. It is a condition in which one human being is owned by another and is forced or otherwise coerced into working in the sex trade. RESPONSIBILITIES OF MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE (sex slave) to MR NICHOLAS HILLS (master)

“I-I I didn’t realize I needed permission to scroll through the books. I’m sorry master, I wasn’t trying to cause any troubles. I just want- “the rest of the words disappeared into my throat when the alpha took a menacing step towards me. It forced me to take a step back but I didn’t go very far, thanks to the shelf behind me. “You see, that’s the problem here Elysia. You’re a slave, my slave to be more specific and what you do is attend to me and do the things that I assign to you. What you don’t do is try to walk around my house and ‘explore’. You don’t have any of those rights and I think its too early to be attempting to steal. That is just a terrible way to start off.” “I’m not a thief.

I asked curiously, and he paused for a while. “Since you’re going to be tying me up, you’re the master, and I’m the slave.” He grinned, and I felt my heart kick, because. The son of a billionaire. Christian Blackwood. The rude, arrogant, and loud-mouthed jerk who bullied me for weeks and forced me to work for him… was going to be my slave. “This is BDSM, right?” I queried because I had seen something like this in one dark romance book I borrowed from a friend.

There were a lot of things wrong with that sentence, but what stood out to Liz most was the idea of being bought. Wordlessly, Seven handed her the book and gestured for her to read it. For the next hour, Liz flipped through the manual on how to be the perfect pet—how to walk, talk, move, dress, seduce, lick, suck, swallow, moan… That’s right. It was a manual on how to be the perfect sex slave. And Liz was expected to learn it all before tonight—before she was auctioned off to the highest bidder, some random vampire she would be forced to serve for the rest of her life.

Watch your back and trust no one, not even the one you call friends because you might not know what grudges one bears against you" Mariam concluded. Galene looked more confused than she was when Luciana said hers. What they were both talking about sounded more confusing to her. "How is she no longer a slave? For as long as she knew, she has become the master's personal slave and his act of kindness towards her doesn't make her think otherwise. She looked up to Mariam " I do not understand what you and Luciana are talking about. "What do you mean by I'm no longer a slave when I've become an inner chamber slave," Galene said rolling her eyes.

she asked, curiosity piqued. "No, not exactly," I said, shaking my head. "Both my parents are werewolves, but I have this weird light that bursts from my hands. No one knows what it is. That's why I'm here." "Oh," she muttered, clearly more confused now. "What about you? Why are you here?" I asked, sensing something was off. "I'm a slave," she said, her voice eerily calm. "What?" I nearly shouted, disbelief flooding through me. Slavery was banned in the North and South. If my aunt heard about this, she would tear this school apart.

She asked stopping to look at me. “He talked like his speech was rehearsed,” I replied. “Almost like he repeats those words to himself before a mirror.” “Now that's weird.” She said with a frown. “Why exactly will he rehearse his words?” She asked, scrunching her face in thought. “I really have no idea.” I shrugged. “what exactly makes someone a slave in your pack?” she asked, sitting down beside me.” “Well, they are either prisoners of war, people that committed grievous offences or people I bought with money.” I replied.

Ah, she laughed in my face. I remain silent, as I have no choice, and before I lose my sanity, I finish leaving the store, but not before telling the girl that I am ready for the fight between frustrated women and men who don't know what they're buying. I swear in my life that that bitch will pay me back, she will need me and I won't do anything to help her get everything she could have obtained with years of experience. It's not a bad idea for her to study sexology, so she could help many people who don't know what to do with their lives; everything seems so boring to them that routine is the only thing they can do. No..., and that's why many seek out other people who will give them what ot

Roger replied with a slight smile as they shake hands again after which, he outstretched his hand to shake the other party’s. “Deal” Beta Miguel did the same as he grabbed the other members hands and shake, the deal was completed and I, Emma Mondragon, had officially become a slave. ** I don’t know how long it’s been all i know is that we’ve been in a constant rush for the past few days, we came by quite a few stops to collect the other slaves that the Slavers were supposed to deliver, as of now, we were here in one of their bases to collect the other slaves held there and unlike all the other slaves, I am not chained with iron chains. Instead, I am handcuffed with silver, shackled hands and