Novel & Cerita Book Slave

“What the hell just happened?” Luna whispered, hugging her legs in the bathtub, the lukewarm water rippling softly around her trembling body. Her mind was in turmoil, spinning with thoughts of how slaves at other houses were treated. She had heard the horrifying stories—tales of unimaginable abuse and cruelty, of slaves broken beyond repair. She knew for certain that none of them received this kind of treatment. No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape.

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.

Kaiden I rummaged through the pages of the book which was old, and torn in some places. It wasn't like they didn't have the money to purchase a new ledger, but the owner of the slave centre was too tight-fisted. A couple of pages were filled with older slaves that had been sold, followed by new slaves that had been brought in. I was looking for the page containing the younger slaves, and there it was in the last place. I traced down the names with my finger, searching for Aria’s name but found nothing. I groaned in frustration and was about to dump the book when I noticed something, a name written as: “The Flynn’s cunt”

“I…I didn’t mean it like that…” “Bought her? At an auction?” He turned fully toward me now, confusion in his gaze. “Zoe… what the hell is she talking about?” My heart thundered, but I leaned forward, voice steady. “She told the truth, Brayden. You bought me at a charity auction as a….Slave.” my gaze cut to Alessia, “But you married me in court. We even signed a Contract.” Alessia hissed. “Lies. All of it. She’s spinning her little sob story..,”

' He asked, chuckling, 'The council must be irritating you. I chose not to respond to Kade because, at that moment, the busty blond servant had brought in my meal. This blood slave was elderly, not my usual type, but I knew I would be feeding to kill with my current appetite, and I wasn't ready to take the life of one of the younger slaves. Once my slaves got to a certain age, I would typically free them, giving them the paperwork and a unique mark that marked them as free humans. There was only a couple. I kept past that age, usually the woman who chose not to leave. This particular slave was Martha; she'd been mine since she was eighteen. She was now into her nineties, and the doctor had d

I ask then they smile, "I'm Shane the 3rd Slave this is Kathleen the 4rt Slave-" She pointed at the girl on her left side, "Then this is Sapphire the 5th Slave" then she pointed at her right side they are waiving their hand's to say hi, then I wave my hand to her. "Oh, I'm Brittany," I introduce myself and shake their hand's I guess they are friendly because they are smiling and all, "You're the 10th Slave Brittany haha," Shane said and I was shocked to know that I was the 10th that many?, that freak has so many Slaves? wow.

Lisa smiled and dipped her hand into the water to hold her hand. "Scarlett, you are a good Luna, a good person and friend, never doubt that" Lisa smiled and pecked her forehead. "Awwn, I love you" Scarlett smiled at her friend. She really wanted Lisa to be with her as a friend but she insisted on retaining her position as a servant and she had talked to Xavier about it and he was quite non challant. "Thanks Lisa, are there any problems in the pack?" Scarlett questioned. Lisa nodded"Yes, there are issues in the market of people selling at exorbitant prices to those who hardly hunt, its getting more infuriating everyday and we slaves are suffering it "

“You came!” “Yes,” I sat on the bed beside her and gave her the letters. “I found out that Vandal writes in poems. Not everything, but ones that he doesn’t want others to understand or find out about.” I pointed out a few letters to her. “Like this one. It sounds like a love letter with a tragic ending but it’s actually about a vampire guard who’d fallen in love with a slave girl. It’s an execution order. And this here,” I brought up another letter. “That’s about a slave transfer to a facility in Canada where all slaves are drained of blood and killed.”

Suddenly, a cry woke me up. I heard several vampires roughly dragging a human blood slave girl. The blood slave girl was crying and begging them, "Please give me one more day of grace. I will definitely provide blood to the vampire king tomorrow. Just one day. I can't give blood to him today. I will die." I saw that the blood slave girl's arm was full of holes from sharp teeth. Her skin was pale, and she looked like she had lost too much blood. "Shut up! It is your blood slave's job to give blood to the king!"

Chapter Thirty-Three Torturous hell Elena "Ahh....". I screamed and shrieked as my blind pain ripped through me, causing me to collapse weakly to my knees. Blake burst out laughing. A bitter son. "The B I just carved on your neck signifies Blake. You are now my personal slave from today henceforth". He murmured, as tears welled in my eyes, Never in a million years could I have ever believed something as horrible as this would ever happen to me.