Elf Slave Cyoa Novels & Stories

A more not so energetic woman greets me, and I didn't know her, "She's one of King Shun Yu's purchases on a bidding.." Shane whispers to me purchase? and bidding oh our agency said that there is this hidden bidding for Lesbian Slaves, well you can't be a slave if your not poor or your willing to be a Slave. "I'm Lovely the 3rd Slave" Lovely introduces herself then wink, I smile and smirk too. "She is a purchase to" Shane whisper again then I nod. "I'm Mitch the 4rt Slave and this is Lizy and Lily the 5th and 6thSSlaves, " Mitch said then pointed at the Twins, they are all beautiful.

Emma. Because there was a party, the slaves participated in most of the preparations so they didn’t have to go out and dig. Emma had earlier thought digging was the most hectic work she had ever done, but working in the kitchen to prepare food for hundreds of people proved to be the most exhausting work. During her break from work, Kylie took her to where the tunnels were. The tunnels were near the barn, and Kylie had been assigned to feed the animals. They pretended they were going to feed the animals. In the store next to the barn was a trap door that opened to the tunnels.

Yeah, that's right, they should give up like cowards they were, besides I was now their senior, who dares challenge their senior? Theo fell to his knees, panting like he’d run a mile uphill. I walked over to him and helped him up. “What’s wrong?” He looked up at me, sweat streaking his face. “I need your help.” I nodded leading him out of the place, immediately we went outside, I turned to him. “What do you want to talk about?” He nodded, swallowing hard. “There’s a slave missing… a girl. Her name’s Rea.” My eyes narrowed. I can't believe he came all the way here for a slave. I think he was taking this slave leader thing a bit serious.

The cold, dull, gray English day around them had been so depressingly real, she’d almost wondered if Bora Bora, the yacht in the Adriatic, the terrace in Milan, and everything that had happened between them had been no more than a fevered dream. The attorneys had been real, however, sliding papers at her one after the next in the coffee shop near her flat. She’d signed the last five years of her life away with every pen stroke. At his command. With his blessing. Andrey Romanoff, who never gave in, who had never heard the word no, had let her go, at last. Just as she’d told him to do, she’d reminded herself. Just as she’d asked. And then she’d gone back home, carefully taken the tin that held

What the hell am I supposed to do? “Go ahead,” Rhea led me. “Go see what it says.” “What if it’s a trap?” I asked her, uncertainly. “I would hardly think that a book would devour you and send you to some other realm, Chloe,” Rhea replied, exasperated. “It won't bite you! Go ahead, check it out!” I stepped forward and leaned in to read the writing, the letters themselves shining like diamonds. On this page, read in the book, we finally unlock the secrets of the silver threads.

I froze. How did he know about Redex? Rodrigo smiled but said nothing. He left with his team. Caleb's face turned pale. "Zach, how did he—" I gritted my teeth. "We've been played. I don't know if Redex leaked it or if Mr. White has had his eye on us all along." Renold looked like he was about to cry. "We can't go to Redex, and the non-compete is holding us back. We're trapped on both sides!"

"But you can talk to me. You can confide in me. You know that, right? You can tell me anything. You can tell me everything about how you are feeling. About everything and anything, Amelia." It took a couple of minutes for her to respond but slowly, she spoke about the bidding market, about how Lydia had been sold in the market, and how Nathan had rescued her. She told me everything about the pack and how they were so welcoming, save for one person who knew about her being a slave. I didn't utter a word, just listened to my friend speak and held her hands tighter whenever her voice trembled. And when I thought she was done speaking, she let out a harsh breath and her voice shook.

And with that, he turned and sauntered off, humming some ridiculous tune. Once he disappeared into the shadows, I exhaled. Ellison looked at me. “Well… that was something.” “He thinks I’m a man,” I muttered. “You’re surprisingly convincing,” he teased, a glint in his eye. I elbowed him. “This isn’t funny.” But the amusement faded quickly. The scroll in my hands felt heavy. Real. “We’ve got a way in,” I said, meeting his eyes. Ellison’s expression changed instantly. “What did the slave tell you?”

I could run, move now, slip into the corridors, disappear into the noise before anyone reacted. My breath shortened at the thought, legs tensing as if they already knew the direction. Then the image of what would come after cut through me. If they caught me, I wouldn’t just be dragged back. I’d be made an example. Beheaded. Or worse. Dead girls do not kill kings. Dead girls do not end the Slave Rule. Dead girls do not slit the Alpha King’s throat.

Gloria POV The news flashed on the screen: “As of today, the slave whose video went viral has been arrested by the higher-ups. Very soon, she'll be killed.” “So this is how this slave girl will die…. What a funny, pitiful end,” I thought, laughing to myself. Ruby POV In horror, I realized I had forgotten that I had driven a car and had walked a few miles slowly before remembering. As soon as I recalled, I turned back, heading towards my vehicle. When I got in, I rested my head on the steering wheel, overcome with emotion and pain as I thought about Daisy's cruel fate. She never deserved any of this. She didn't choose to be born a slave.