Novel & Cerita Esclave

"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

When you’ve got a perfectly serviceable blood slave at home? James winced. Blood slave was a very old term for humans that weren’t thralls, but were kept by a vampire for their blood. The similarity between that and what he and his brother did with their progeny was not all that far of a stretch. ‘Please don’t call her that.’

he repeated. He wanted to know why she was helping him, even though he had been a bad person to her. However, he was anxious to hear her response, as he couldn't bear the thought of her agreeing out of fear for her own life. In reality, he had no intention of harming her. Instead, he had purchased her and coerced her into a slavery contract, using her life as leverage. Consequently, Agatha had no other option but to comply with his outrageous demand of seducing Lanceil.

Not the gray-haired, gloved, silent kind found in old novels and TV shows. These attendants were children trained from birth in etiquette, discretion, and loyalty. They were from heir heritages themselves bred to serve. They were shadows, stepping a half-beat behind their assigned heirs, polished and poised, moving as if their existence depended entirely on the movements of the one they served. Each heir was assigned a butler at birth; we were their entire world, and they were ours. If you could not afford your own staff, you did not belong. I watch from the rolled-down window as the sunlight strikes my white blazer, blindingly bright, a shield against the world. The badge of the school on m

But that changed when girls started to be taken by force to be sold as slaves. There are 2 sides of the city. The Southside is called "The Signature" where all the rich and powerful live. I heard, everything can be found there and any disease can be cured in a blink of an eye. There was even a rumor saying that they have found a medicine to make people able to live longer than 100 years. I've always wanted to take my mom to The Signature. She has a major breathing problem that the doctors here can't really cure. That's because we live on the Northside of the city. People call this side "Tonko". I call it "Hell hole".

The bouncers bowed for him before opening the door to the casino for him. "Welcome boss".One of the bouncers greeted. "Where is he".Wayne asked looking angry. "He's in the cursed room boss".The bouncer replied. The cursed room is one of the special room that's been used by Wayne to torture his captive,you'll wonder why he's using the ship.Well that's because no one will ever hear the voice of his prisoner screaming when they're been tortured,he entered the room and met a young man sitting on a chair unconscious with his hands and legs chained and his face was covered with blood.

My eyes were wide, and I went to open my mouth, but Cassius quickly cut me off. “That would be amazing! But why would we have to convince the king of anything?” His voice couldn’t hide his pure excitement, and for a moment, I felt happy for him. But the thought of the blood that was shed on those lands many years ago still stuck to me. “Because no commoner has ever left his territory before, they’ve entered, but never exited.” I knew by the scowl on Cassius’ face who the voice belonged to. I spun around in my chair to find Rhyland standing with his hands positioned behind his back.

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re

He despised poverty and filth so much that he considered them a weapon and used them as one of the horrors he bestowed upon his prey in other realms. In her haste, she’d neglected to obtain the exact location of the cottage. Now, looking around, she saw no one with the ability of speech to ask. With the mind-set that a slave should be seen and not heard, along with his desire to keep gossip amongst the slaves at a minimum, Balthazar ordered speech capabilities removed when the slave was captured. Only the few who advisors felt loyal and placed in charge of the others were allowed to maintain their speech capabilities.

disqusted Haya asked. "What do you maintain I have to say? Hasn’t Tim first pushed you to be my better half? This way, what about now if they think you're my lover?" Asher asked. Haya was definitely more tired. "It's unique! Don't you realize what can happen to me? I'm certain that many individuals tortured me, when I came out of that entrance! Everything my people will say to me?! Kindly assistance me. Settle this!" shocked Haya said.