From Slave To Queen Novels & Stories

Queen Lyra said to me. “This has to be a joke, right,” I scoffed. “The Queen just gave you an order,” Camille said, and I chuckled. “There are lots of servants in this palace. She can choose from any of them to do her bidding, that includes you,” I said to her, and she gasped. “I'm not a slave, I have never been a slave. All the things I have been in this world, a slave is not one of them, and I'll not be one today,” I said, and turned to leave.

But after that, she paid no attention to me and instead turned her attention to the king, at which point she questioned him as follows: "so, my king, I see that you liked her. A promotion to a higher level would be greatly appreciated at this time." The king appeared to acknowledge her with a nod, but he did not take his gaze off of me as he said, "sure. I assure you that I will fulfill all of your requests." The moment that realization hit me, I found the courage to yell angrily and protest, "I will never, ever be a slave!" It appears that what I said from the very tip of my nose contributed to the king's increased favor towards me. The king spoke to me and said, "I am not going to make yo

"Why does it feel like I know where is story is headed?" Peter smiled, pulled her close and continued "The queen gave a clap and promptly came a good looking slave to her. He freed her of her clothing; while the queen made him pause long for some sensual necking and caressing. Done stripping her to nothing, she lay on her back on the grass softly, the slave lay beside her and lifted her near leg. Their eyes locked, he slid his hard erection into her waiting wet pussy. Their bodies gently meshed and moved together with him whispering sweet nothings into his ears.

“I am a member of the royal family, the mother of the crown prince, the equal to the emperor and your mistress is nothing but my husband bed warmer. Never refer to us with the same titl… you won’t even get that chance.” “I beg for pardon, your royal majesty, I will never make the mistake again. I will not try to speak to the king ever again.” The slave pulled herself into a kneeling position as she rubbed her hands together in plea in front of the queen who still had an angry glint in her eyes. That was not the only thing there as a chill went down the slave spine. If she survived this, she would escape and leave the empire, anything to get far away from the woman in front of her.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

Either s*x slaves, chore slaves, royal slaves and numerous others. Chore slave really is best. Every slave omega is always delighted to be categorized under chore slave. It's less stressful compared to other. Specific chores and not random chores are performed as chore slaves. Chore slavery rescues one from numerous never ending errands and orders from royals. It also rescues one from continous daily rough brutal s*x and defilement. Chore slave really is best but remain undesired. None ever desires slavery not even chore slavery. It's only desired and cherished when trapped within slavery options.

she dropped her gaze to the broken figure, "You owe me your life; I believed in you when no one else did, I made you even though you were not mine." she dropped her bag on the floor, walked up to Ruslan, and squatted before him; gazing into his eyes, she murmured, "I still have that power, son; I can make you Pakhan in a..." She snapped her finger, "You will ascend, Ruslan. You will take it although it's not yours; I will put you in that seat," She smiled slyly, "But like you said, will I go out of my way for you when you do nothing for me."

He winks with a sly smile before walking out of the room, and I sigh, leaning back against the chair. She's my slave, and nothing more. Isberlt Queen will never be my mate. Even if it kills me.

They spoiled me because I’m their only child. Yeah, right? I’m lucky to have both of them. But why do I feel like I don’t belong here, that I don’t deserve all of this? I’m not happy at all. I think everyone treats me nicely because my mom and dad are successful in business. “We should give everything because you’re our one and only daughter. In this mansion, you’re a princess and a princess shouldn’t do anything like this.” “Okay,” I frowned. I slowly approached her and hugged her. “I’m sorry, don’t be mad at them Mommy. It’s not their fault.”

the nanny said mistakenly cutting into the last words she was probably frustrated and tired of this point. However, Bella immediately sparked off like an active gunpowder when the woman said this, and my ears were instantly penetrated with a sharp slapping sound. "Who gave you the audacity to speak while I'm still speaking? You will speak only when I ask you to, don't you know that I am the queen?" She bragged boastfully. "... just because I have entrusted a few secrets with you does not mean that you should start feeling as if you are somebody or something no matter what you will be nothing more than a worthless slave and you should always remember that,"