Esclavo Novels & Stories

The man on horse was wrapped in good silk clothes letting everyone know who he was and what status he held in that society. “Why are you still standing here and wasting my time? Didn’t you hear me?” The man yelled on top of his lungs over those laborers grabbing attention from each passer-by. People despised those humans. They were called 'THE SOOPERS’. THE SOOPERS’ were none other than humans thrown into slavery when bought from the human residences by Vampires. Yes, this land and kingdom belonged to a Vampire.

I wept hoping he would understand. “My word is my the final. Starting from today. YOU ARE MY SEX SLAVE”

What's your name? Slave: I am nobody, just a slave since the beginning of my life. Ààre Ògúnmólá: Were you not born by a person? You must have a name. Slave: I'm used to being referred to as erú fúnnké. Ààre Ògúnmólá: What is the name your parents gave you? Slave: Oluwafunke omo odelana. My mother told me my father was a great hunter before he was killed out of envy among his peers.

Chad continued. "No but I think one of them is called Elora or something," Damien replied. "Elora!" I exclaimed as the name rang a bell in my head. I began racking my brain to remember where I had heard the name. "Sir I think it might be those slaves that escaped from the sliver moon pack," Chad said to me excitedly. Immediately I frowned. "What do you mean?" I asked. "My twin told me that amongst the slave that ran away yesterday night. There was one amongst them called Elora," Chad said.

“Ohhh she’s rather pretty looking. Look at this hair and those eyes of hers. Lovely, isn’t she, boys?” The other eagles were all snickering with laughter. Elva walked over to Weather. “She was once sold as a slave, she had many experience with man. Or rather,” she leaned into Weather, “many men.” Weather’s eyes widened with shock. “It was you,” she was trying to say through her covered mouth. “You sold me to those bastards!” Elva laughed with victory. “Yes, it was me. I sold you to them.” Horror struck Weather’s face.

The crowd’s whispers turned into murmurs of dread. The clock struck one. The hour limit passed. Vivienne had not turned. She was a junk. All those that failed to turn were named junks. Those that failed to turn, it meant that the moon god had rejected them. It meant that you were not a true Bolivian. Undermined. They were the lowest of all, even lower than the slaves. But she was a slave, now a junk too.

he half yelled again "Apologies if I Infuriated you. Am just stating the fact that a sèx slave doesn't have a right over a child. You've already said it,once I give birth I'll leave. And I have no problem with that. After all I don't want a thing;Am a slave, not a person anymore but an asset,a property. That can and will be used as the owner please. Once more I apologise for_" "Melanie stop!" he yelled breaking her little speech

He breathed his words out, warning, " This is Vanisa Kingdom, Slave Elnora Caldwell. Run your mouth like you did in front of your pack. You will be a dead meat for my dragons. Remember, you aren't my woman, my love, or my girlfriend. YOU ARE MY SLAVE FROM THE ENEMY!"

Severino jumped on the truck to see what Vicktor was pointing at. Vicktor had lowered the shirt of the man who was shooting at them and his bare back was staring in his face. “What the hell?” shouted Severino when he saw the word ‘Odal’ branded on the back. “That means he was a slave?” asked Michelangelo. “Yes, a slave, a slave bought and branded in the Auction Ring. He was sold by us and he attacked us on someone’s orders,” replied Vicktor.

Had they sold him already? An incredibly sun weathered white woman approached Paulette with caution. “I speak English,” she stated in a voice just above a whisper. “You look for your black warrior?” “Pardon?” Paulette asked. “Your slave. The women call him black warrior because he is a strong fighter. They praise his beauty.” The woman continued as she moved closer and placed her hand on Paulette’s elbow. “I am Elsa. I been here ten years now.”