Esclavo Novels & Stories

Master asked, getting his own burger and handing Bill his. "Regina could not possibly be a slave's name," Bill said. "It stands for queen in Latin. Slaves can't be named queen. It's an oxymoron. We were thinking of appropriate names for a slave and Pet was mentioned, which did sound good. Lisa said Mistress Dark named one of her slaves, Slut. A good name, but sounded confusing, sharing the same name, so Shasta suggested Whore. It stuck, so Whore she is."

“With the elements under your control, you will be able to win any war as long as you remain focused and calm.” I shook my head, determined to get rid of Wendell once and for all. “Eleanor, when I was reading about the silver threads, I came across mention of a mixed breed of wolves that were once very powerful.” She nodded, her attention focused on me. “The book said that these wolves tried to defy Selene and usurp her powers so they could become purebloods. And Selene, once she found out, banished their race forever.” Eleanor looked somber. “I know this breed. When we were children, my mother called them Imíaima. They were famous for their hatred of witches and wolves.”

Edgar spits out his blood and lifted his head to smirk. "You shoukd thank me, instead of killing me, Cresento. You don't live your wife. Because if you truly do, then why are you entertaining slaves? Are you not satisfied with you wife?" "Shut up, jerk!" Clemento kicked him. "You are in no position to make comments about my family!" he added. Edgar laughed. "I completely understand you... I tasted your wife before I killed him. That is why I understand why you wanted slaves--"

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)

The slaves are so shocked by what they see and they all move away from the door as he approaches them. “Well that was quite a challenge, who shot that arrow Cadis” Valentine says as he fully takes his human form. “That idiot over there” he says and Valentine turns to look. “You ripped off his neck!” Valentine asks in shock. “Youre so welcomed” cadis says and Valentine assumes him and turns back to the slaves. “Whats your name?” he asks as he picks his hat from the ground. “My name is Milly, I saw her escape to the woods over there” she says and points.

The old woman asked The woman is the female version of Quasimodo from Hunchback of Notre Dame, sitting on layers of cardboard boxes, wearing shabby clothing. On her right is a small black box with holes in it, at the right side, are two umbrellas that already gave up giving its purpose, this scenario made Eschia pity the pauper. "Gary, Could you please buy some jackets, blanket, food, and a tent for Lola?" Eschia told her bodyguard The bodyguard shook his head.

I look at her, confused. Why is she saying sorry? She did nothing wrong. “Why are you saying--- wahh! Look Yaya Celine, there’s an Ice cream!” I pointed to the man who was selling Ice cream. “Senorita, you’re not supposed to eat outside food. Your Mommy says that you're not allowed to eat outside.” she said. “Then I’ll buy an Ice cream and eat inside so it’s not forbidden.” I giggled. “Your Mom said, all you have to eat is home-cooked or maybe cooked by professional chefs... if you want to eat Ice cream, let me tell her so she can call--“

I said, shaking my head. “From today, I, Alpha North, declare Elena Black, daughter of Gabe Black, as a slave to my mate and Luna, Leila.” he announced.

"I use it sometimes." I laugh humorlessly. "I'm sure it comes in handy." Evalyn shrugs. "Not unless you're careful, respectful, and obedient, not really. The barbarians don't hurt unless they need to…or unless it's a ceremony." "Bullshit," I spit hatefully, my eyes narrowing. She sighs and tilts my head again to get better access to the bruises. "Elizabella…who is your master?" I almost say Cesar out of spite, but I'd rather not have him coming to me and choking me to death as well. "His name is Dances With Wolves," I say.