Discord Slave Novels & Stories

I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!

Weird guy. He growled for being removed from his favorite toy. “You are my slave. I own you. You are in this kingdom, alive and kicking because of my mercy. I bought you, to save you, so yes, you are my slave.” “You piece of shit!” she gritted her teeth. “I will ask Tova to buy me off from you. I am sure he can!” “No he can’t,” growled Ludwig as he stared at her bikini. “He won’t be able to pay all the interest that has accrued over the time.”

I asked coldly, “a Luna and a slave. How exactly does that work?” Sven’s smile sharpened, cruel enough to cut. “Ah, yes. Quite simple, really. Luna in the eyes of everybody else… slave when we are alone.” I laughed out loud, because this had to be some kind of sick joke. “If you need maids, hire one or two.” His smirk deepened, eyes flashing with that feral green fire. “Maids? No, princess. You’re going to be my sex slave.” The crude words rolled off his tongue like they belonged there, like he was used to degrading and commanding.

he said coldly. Right. I am not a mate to him. I am his slave. Unlike other mate partners, they have a choice whether to give in to the effects of their mate bond and let each other treasure the pleasurable experience. But to someone like me who is treated and acknowledged as a slave, whether it is because of the mate bond or not, I do not have the right to say no to him. I gulped. Slowly, my hands reach for the strap of my dress. I gently remove them and let them fall in the sides of my arms.

My heart skipped at those words. branded, I could not let that happen. Slaves who were branded were bound to their masters forever such that even if they escaped they would always be captured and brought back to their owner. The only time they could be free of such a bond was if a higher creature or someone from a nobler status was interested in the person. In that case, the brand will be transferred and the person will still not be free only to belong to a different person.

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.

I rolled my eyes and wanted to request a wine, but the spotlights came on and pointed to the MC on stage, who began recognizing every individual in the room properly. “Mr. Fisher of Sturgeon moon pack,” the spotlights, just like they did with me and Aiden and every other person, turned to Fisher as he gave a wave to the people. “Finally,” the MC said and brought out another card different from the one he had been using to call out names, “this person was not included in the initial list but, however, we can't let the party go on without recognizing him, please welcome, Conrad Alaric, Alpha of Shadow pack.