Family Foot Slave Novels & Stories

she stupidly said. "Please come" I said. "Why?" She said, walking closer to me. "Do you know why I'm doing this?" I smiled sweetly. "No but what reason could you possibly have to do this to your family" she said with boldness. "The family that didn't add my name to their wills, that doesn't care about me, that turned me to a slave, working morning and night and the family that isn't my real family" I said. "They are not your real parents," she gasped.

I said. My eyes produced healthy tears again. "I can't get out of my mind the difficult experience I had under the roof of the people. I thought they would serve as my shield against the cruelty of life. It is a mistake to think that they are my family when they treat me as a slave. I became the maid of my own family. The annoying thing is that I have no choice. I have no choice but to endure and understand them even if it's suffocating." I let out a sigh.

We were just a product of wrong parenting, society's misfits. I sighed for the hundredth time that night. Ahead of us, I saw the three monsters talking to an elderly couple while taking measured looks in my direction. My heart clenched, I knew the old woman. She was part of the first family, Lucian was indeed right. My family was selling me as a bartering chip to gain more power and influence. Being friends with the Zorya and gaining the trust of the first family. My family is becoming more monstrous than they were already are.

" to Grandma Philippa. Your senior brother's slave's daughter, whom he gained from another globe. They were our family's slaves, and choosing one of them as your wife is an abomination. We may deal with slaves at some point. What is the name of their daughter? What was the name of your first lady? The first lady positions will have to be replaced, so please accept my apologies. Felicia, Will you please tell them that our family does not associate with slaves? Grandma remarked to your Majesty, "Let us first listen to our son, and then we'll go from there." May, please assist my sister-in-law Tina Boat with changing her clothes.

She sighed, sat next to her daughter and placed her head on her chest. Àsàké: Hmmmmmmm!! Omo mi!! What you don't know is that being out here in the open is far better than being his wife because you'll end up being a slave again and that slavery trait will continue in our family. Oluwafunke: Maami!! Being alive as a slave is better than to be eaten by dangerous animals. Mama let me go back. Àsàké; No you must not because the children in you will fulfill the prophecy.

HOwever that bitch was, she was only a bystander who never did any effort to save me at all. I hated her. I wished I would not know her so that I would not hurt her at all. “I don't know what she said to you, but…you have to weigh things. It might be the truth or not, but your family's opinion will be the most important opinion. I don't think anyone would be able to handle that. I don't think someone has the balls to stand with me against his family. How many times will I tell you that I am nothing but a slave? You will not get anything from me except hatred from your family.”

and I was a child who did not yet have the capacity to understand what was fully going on until it was too late. now more than a decade has passed and I am treated like a slave by The Very people who promise to be family to be. I still hear my father's words in my sleeve. I believe that it is just him reminding me of the promises they made to him. I promised that I would love my stepmother and stepsisters. that I would treat them like family because they were. I have been kind to them. and we follow my father's promise till the end because I respect him.

"You saved me too. Both of you. Just as much." Kara was crying now. She pressed her fingers to her eyes. Lilly was looking at me with the full, clear attention no tears, just that gaze, complete and warm and steady. Then she started to cry. "We're a family," Kara said, through the tears. "That's what I'm saying. That's the whole of it. We're a family and it started in a slave house and it grew into..." she gestured, at the library, at the estate, at everything beyond the walls, "all of this. And she.." she stopped. "Your grandmother was part of it. She was ours too. She was..."

earnest and truthful, she counters her brother. "I was just thinking of one or two million dollars, Ame. Not a hundred million" Kara dazedly mumbles. "That much?" Lyon raves in disbelief. "Yes, that much. That's how the Petrov family values loyalty and commitment. The men working for them are not treated like slaves. They are well compensated, especially when they die protecting the great cause of the Petrov family and the Mafia" she solemnly explains, making her siblings astonished. All their lives they live in slavery. Despite their gift of guns and sharps, Gonzalo treated them like slaves. They were not valued like what Ame was saying. They live in alms as she calls it.

I am learning that it is really hard to suddenly change one’s mindset from slavery, especially nameless slavery, to being free. She smiles and leads me out. My pack is already lining each side of the spiral staircase when I walk out of my chambers. Once abused, battered and enslaved men and women. I know all their pain, it runs in my blood. I know their immeasurable strength too. What does not kill you, makes you stronger. I have the most resilient pack. Only the ones saved by Leroy, Marcus and Linda are educated. Only them have children because nameless slaves were not allowed to reproduce. We are currently a pack of eighty members with a total of twenty pups. The small number allows us to