Elf Slave Cyoa Novels & Stories

Nina exclaimed through the speaker. “Are you listening to yourself? Didn’t you hear the part where I was kidnapped, threatened and almost raped by the thugs? And then I had to become a slave pet to pay off Mark’s debts??” Evelyn asked in disbelief. She wondered what was going on in Nina’s mind. What was so exciting about being someone’s pet? It was degrading and she hated it.

I pleaded. "Hmph. At first, I wanted to rip out your internal organs. But since you're a fan—even a shaking one—I might reconsider," he said, his face inches from mine as he inhaled my scent. "I really am your fan," I whispered again. "Fine. I think you might be of use to me. What’s your name?" "Elea." "Elea! From today on, you are my slave!" he declared with a dark grin. *** My name is Elea Jemima, a history major at a prominent university in San Louis. To be honest, I find lectures incredibly boring. My true passion is music, and lately, I’ve become obsessed with a rookie singer.

Celeste gently placed her hand on her grandmother's waist as they walk in the garden. Clive walks behind them and enjoy the view in front of him. Celeste is laughing carefreely with her grandmother. They missed each other. "Grandma, Clive and I were offered a scholarship by Mr. L.A. from Country S. He is a well-known philantropist and he was the one who sent ur professor to school. And you can't believe that he made my mom agree with him about the scholarship!" Celeste told her grandmother enthusiastically. "Did you know the full name of Mr. L.A., I might know him." Lily aked.

Zeiara had a question. Zeeve gazed at me as if she was anticipating my response. I could see how he was becoming more relaxed. "No, not at all! That is not an issue; I have previously experimented with travelling via jeepney and tricycle, and it was a delightful experience. I wanted to go out and try something else." I told her the truth. "What? Who coerced you into riding a tricycle and a jeepney? Do not tell me it was a guy, like your suitor, perhaps? That's a bummer!" she stated dramatically, like there’s something bad about riding a jeepney and tricycle.

Fade went on. "You are lucky to have that memory of 16 years of freedom, Fade. Unlike me who never tasted a second of what that feels like." Lucy whispered after both stayed frozen for an hour without another word spoken between them. Each was reminiscing their past and how the millenniums were spent doing that bidding of everyone but not theirs. Lucy was born a slave. And from the moment she opened her eyes that reality remained unchanged.

he said and I turned to go to the kitchen when he said, "But I am surprised that you didn't get lost." He was hoping for me to get lost?? As expected of him. I turned to look at him irritated. "You were hoping for me to get lost, right? Don't worry I will take care of myself till I pay you back and get my watch back."I answered him back irritated. "Very well. That's a good thing to know. I am impressed with your sincerity, slave." he said and smirked. I gave him a fake smile and said, "Ok. I will go and have my dinner."

Welcome back to the fold, little slave. I closed my eyes in the dark. They were right. I was nothing. The dream of Jaynayah the mate, Jaynayah the free wolf, died in that cabin with Mace. Only the slave remained. And she was home in the dark, where she belonged.

“She is‌ a str‍ay. A c⁠ommo‍n, unranked Ome‌ga sla‌ve‌ named R‍hea⁠ who‍ escaped my es‍tate three years ago after biting o‍ff‍‌ th‍e t‍humb o‌f my c‌‍hie‌f⁠ ov‍e‌rsee‍r.” A collective g⁠asp echoed‌ through the remaining el⁠de⁠rs. “‌A slave?” Eld‌er Tobias breathed, h‌is⁠ ey‍es turni‍⁠ng to m⁠e⁠ in⁠ horro⁠r and‍ disbelie‌f. “A s‌outhern runaway?⁠”

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

Eliot says still not believing what just happen and I did not believe it either but it happened. “We will find her, she has to be around here somewhere.” I tell him as I walked to the packhouse going to look for her in her room. “Are you still going to make her your slave after you find her?” he asks and I fumed with anger as I turn fast to look at him. “How can I make my fucking mate a slave!” I shouted at him and his eyes popped.