Novel & Cerita Goddess Foot Slave

"I can't believe his love for her made him do by pretending like a slave for Novalie." I remembered that His Highness was also the talk of the town when that was released. Who would have thought that he could do it through that length? If I was going to be in his shoes, I would do the same thing if it was Seraphina. I would be willing to her sex slave. "And now, I have found my other sister here." I snapped back when she spoke. "Did you know that she has used her abilities as the Goddess of Fertility in your pack before?"

I looked down at the terrifying King kneeling between my legs, his golden eyes filled with an obsessive, burning devotion that frightened me in an entirely different way than cruelty did. He called me his mate. He treated me like a Queen. But Kaelen had sold me as a slave. As the darkness finally pulled me under, a cold, heavy dread settled deep in my chest. Had the Moon Goddess finally saved me? Or had I just been traded from a cruel, loveless prison into a much darker, much more intoxicating cage?

At least there was that, I thought. I threw the clothes in a corner. It was far too insulting to even consider, the nudity bothered me far less. He instantly got in my face, a creepy smile on his lips. “You’re a wild one. Don’t think I don’t love that. The Goddess knew what I needed,” he said, his hand moving to my face again. The Goddess. What kind of Goddess makes us all live like this? Like actual animals. Makes females slaves to the males and completely at their mercy?

Watch your back and trust no one, not even the one you call friends because you might not know what grudges one bears against you" Mariam concluded. Galene looked more confused than she was when Luciana said hers. What they were both talking about sounded more confusing to her. "How is she no longer a slave? For as long as she knew, she has become the master's personal slave and his act of kindness towards her doesn't make her think otherwise. She looked up to Mariam " I do not understand what you and Luciana are talking about. "What do you mean by I'm no longer a slave when I've become an inner chamber slave," Galene said rolling her eyes.

Camilla felt lucky for having the freedom she had, that her friends would never have or even get the chance to. Being born a slave in this world means you have been cursed by the goddess for the sins of your family and only servitude could relieve you of your burdens. 'What a load of crap!’ She was sure it was just a strategy for those in position to maintain the current system of the world, the poor stay poor and the wealthy stay rich. A modern woman like her would never serve someone just because they're born of nobility and to think of it as an honor!

I have a bad feeling that if I don't, they'll surely be the death of me. They never fail to remind me that I'm nothing but a slave and will only remain so for the rest of my life. I can't accept such a fate. This can't be my destiny. This can't be what the moon goddess wishes to grace me with after everything I've suffered in their hands. **

"From this day on, she is a slave Omega. She has no title. She has no name. She is the dirt beneath your boots. She will do the hardest, filthiest jobs in this palace." He stood up, his green eyes burning holes into my skull. "If she refuses," Ezra growled, making sure every single servant heard him, "every single one of you have the right to punish her. No one is to show her a single ounce of mercy." A collective gasp rippled through the servants. I looked up at Ezra. My chest squeezed so hard I couldn't breathe. He was really doing it. He was putting on a show for the Moon Goddess, trying to prove how much he hated me so the bond would snap.

She raised her head and smiled, then turned to face me. "Cimone is the Moon Goddess's chosen daughter, just like Celene. Celene was the daughter of a wealthy slave owner, and Cimone was their slave." My eyes went wide with that bit of news. It became tangibly uncomfortable in the room, especially considering Roy and I were the only black people. My grandparents looked at me, and I nodded my head to continue.