Book Slave Novels & Stories

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.

Victor and Soren tell me it wasn't supposed to happen, but it's hard to believe. Although this teacher had already shown himself to be more attentive in the first lesson, I've noticed some things about him that are very familiar, and I don't know if he's doing it on purpose to show me. The first thing I see is that he has some scars, which could be battle scars, but on his wrist, there is something that looks like a code tattoo, but it's burnt. His gaze in my direction is what I see when a former slave walks past me or sees me, it's a touch of pity mixed with anger. I honestly don't know what life is like for slaves from other places, but in the pack, there was my level, which was the lowest

“ You do not want to have sex with me, right?” Cody seems confused. “ Are you insane, slave?” His words confirm my thoughts. I look him in the eye and say, “ Just because I am a slave, you have sex with me. You do not love me and you do not really want to have sex with me. I am just a toy to you, and you want to use it just because you do not want to waste it.”

She looked up when I neared, and I could see the excitement in her eyes. "Hello," she said, giving me a smile. "Are you here for the wolf history section too?" I nodded eagerly, grateful to have found someone with a common interest. Sierra quickly stood up and pointed to the shelves with infectious excitement. We searched the shelves until we found a title I hadn't seen before: "The Diary of Salvador, as Told by a Disciple." "Salvador," I murmured. "Who is he?" Sierra nodded as she heard the name.

said Amar, surprising Axelina who was busy with her own thoughts. “Don't call me your wife with your dirty mouth, Amar. I'm not your wife. I'm just your sex slave. I'm too high with the title of wife. I'm not that different from the bitch you usually buy with your money,” said Axelina smiling sadly. Axelina smiled bitterly lamenting her current situation. Amar felt pinched by the words that came out of Axelina's lips. Even though the reality is really like that. “Eat first! Since morning you haven't eaten anything,” said Amar.

Sophia replied "I wish things were different" "Me too but that's how the cookie dough rolls" "So,the bible isn't a religion book?" Jennifer asked "No,it's our history book that tells us who we are,who the others that put our people into slavery are, what happened before slavery,what made slavery happened,what happens after slavery and all that other stuff that I still need to study on" Sophia replied "So,what's the history books that they put in the schools?" Jennifer asked "A book full of lies and dookie" Sophia replied

Layla Sora raised an eyebrow. “How many slave girls do you know who can read and write?” Her question struck deeper than I expected. I looked away, memories rising uninvited. When I was sold, I was a fat child. The man who bought me became my master. He taught me how to concoct poison. He taught me reading and writing. Whenever I did something wrong, he made me read books. Hundreds of pages. Philosophy, history, medicine, and whatnot. I used to find it torturous yet I would not deny that it taught me many things I know today.

I looked up to the gold plated sign on the shelf to see a cursive letter S. "Slavery and slave masters..." I muttered, reading the title of the book he was holding. "Yes. I want you studying everything about slavery as related to Bale." He cocked his head. "It's something you can do, right?" "Yes, sir." I nodded. "Good." With that he continued deep into the library, totally ignoring me. I picked up another book and inhaled it. I would read every book in the library in one week if that guaranteed my safety.

Not only that, but it meant that they would always find me. A coy smile tugged at the corner of Lennox’s mouth as he propped his chin on his palm, his lashes sweeping up as his eyes met mine and the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine. “Renee, you seem to be forgetting something. You are our slave…” His smile deepened, and he cast a glance at Levi. “Brother, can you please explain what a slave means to this woman?” Levi’s eyes brightened like he couldn’t wait to demean me and explain my role to me. “A slave is someone who is held in forced servitude. They have little to no say over their lives and live to obey their masters”

“I know I am a slave. You selected me to be yours, so now, you own me. Is that not what a mate is when it comes to being a slave?” “No, that is not the meaning of being a Mate," I said, shocked by her words.