Esclavo Novels & Stories

At least I won’t be alone in this crowded space. We stop in front of of a weathered old lady, her thick eyelids peer up and me as she stares at me scrutinising my every feature. “Put her with the other breeders,” he instructs Marquis, and a chill races through my veins. A plea escapes my lips, my body trembling in fear. No, please no. “I’m sorry Martina, but she is to be Elio’s personal slave,” Marquis tells her and her wrinkly forehead lifts in surprise. She purses her lips, her hands swiftly offering me a neatly folded uniform and a pair of polished shoes.

CONSTANTINE'S POV Yesterday, I was very pissed at that Russian man Mr. Nicola or whatever he was called, I noticed his movement under the table. I was trying to keep my cool but I lost it when Eulalia went into the ladies'. "Mr. Rodriguez you can send the girl to me after you are done with her. I would compensate you with a huge sum of money" Mr. Nicolav said How dare he? I held him by his neck choking him"Nicolav or whatever you are called that woman is not a property to be sold she's mine and I'm not giving her to you or anybody else ever. Do you understand me?" I asked him

Victor and Soren tell me it wasn't supposed to happen, but it's hard to believe. Although this teacher had already shown himself to be more attentive in the first lesson, I've noticed some things about him that are very familiar, and I don't know if he's doing it on purpose to show me. The first thing I see is that he has some scars, which could be battle scars, but on his wrist, there is something that looks like a code tattoo, but it's burnt. His gaze in my direction is what I see when a former slave walks past me or sees me, it's a touch of pity mixed with anger. I honestly don't know what life is like for slaves from other places, but in the pack, there was my level, which was the lowest

But every time I show weakness, they beat me up to death. I can even remember Odin's favorite motto for me. "If you are weak, then you have no right to live in this world," That's Odin's favorite line. But... where am I? It's impossible that Odin will let me out of their sight. They can't let me gone even just for an hour. For them, I'm a tool or a machine that they can use and experiment with every time they want. Yes, they are that cruel. And I loathe them to the core!

Cora was diligently working in the kitchen, focused on her task of preparing food for the pack. As she stirred the pot on the stove, her concentration was interrupted by an Omega slave who approached her with a sneer on her face. She had recognized her as one of the more antagonistic slaves who often taunted and belittled her.The Omega slave, with a superiority complex evident in her demeanor, called Cora a rejected slave, the words dripping with contempt. She tried to ignore the insult, reminding herself to stay composed and not let the Omega's words get to her.

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

“They're my men, or so I thought” “I call bullshit” His eyes narrowed at my choice of words “They follow your orders, why would they do something like this without you ordering it?” It's true. He's the boss and what he says goes. He may be saying the truth and someone is trying to pull one over him, or he's the one who ordered this. “What do I stand to benefit from selling innocent girls?” He asked dangerously “Money, tons of it” I fire back without missing a beat. He sighed and walked to his refrigerator and pull out a Château Che val Blanc 1947 that cost about US$305,000. He grabbed two wine glasses and filled them up.

Cassius grumbled, and I just shook my head laughing. “That's my older brother, Cassius.” He rose off the chair and ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair. After a stretch, his gaze settled on the maid. “You look a little young to be scampering around for royal assholes all day, what's your name?” The maid's eyes dropped to the floor as a smile threatened to cross her lips at his banter. “Eladia.” I took note of that, cursing myself for not asking her name yesterday when we first met.

she whispered, staring into space, “you killed her.” “Yes, Ava, I did and now do you believe me? Do you believe that I am the most dangerous man on earth and the most heartless? Do you understand why you should have put that damn bullet in me that night, even if not for you but for her? Do you understand why you should not dream of anything good with me?” he approached her where she was on the floor and squatted in front of her, “do you know the meaning of El Diablo? Do you understand why I am call that now? I am heartless, Ava, I have no soul, people are not right when they say I sold my soul to the devil because I am the devil himself. My soul has already been consumed in hell and if you s

Eskal began, “First, you are no longer a part of the Midnachtsinne pack, you now belong to us. Once you are fully healed, you’ll be properly introduced as a blood slave of the Anerchmeno Astri pact.” I began to lose the feeling in my limbs as I absorbed what he said. My imminent freedom had been stripped from me. I was going to be a slave for the vampires and their leader until they bored of me and decided to drain my blood completely. I didn’t register the tears on my face until I felt Eskal wipe them away. I tensed at the sensation of his hands on my face. “This is an honor Emilia, you saved Lucas and by being here you’ve saved your pack.”