Goddess Foot Slave Mga Nobela at Kwento

" We finally got all situated and started loading our bags into the car. Everyone was. I wondered where we were going. What it would look like. Finally finishing a stomping could be heard. "Athena Sadar, you are to come with us?" I turned around to see warriors behind me. "What do you mean?" They came over and placed shackles on my hands. "What's going on?" Vincent yelled out trying to release me from the shackles. " We are ordered by the Moon Goddess to remind you that you are a slave." Vincent tried to remove me from them as I screamed and tears came out. "No, I am not going!" But there were too many and I was dragged into a van with other females and taken back. I struggled and my eyes ne

That Mary went on to explain sometimes of Revenge to me and how it might cost me my life or that of my baby but I did not mind, I stood still and silently listened to her. When she was done all I could say was that I agreed to the terms and conditions she left for me. "All right, you know witches are experts at revenge, curses and nightmares" I nodded again, "and that is also why I came to you. I believe the moon goddess brought me here for a reason" Much more chatter was done and then finally they accepted me. I agreed to be their slave while they agreed to house me, feed me and take me on the path of revenge.

I already know my way to the field because Lady Delia took me there the other day. I walked past some guards, and slaves who were also rushing to the field to work. They were all barefooted, but I had an animal skin sandal on my feet. Should I put this off? I looked around, and saw a very beautiful lady. She wasn't wearing a sack dress like the other slaves, instead she was dressed in an elegant dress that looked like that of a Princess who lives in a castle.

Her mind was in chaos, it was filled with questions, lined up, waiting for answers. "What?" "You are a queen Rizine!" the Moon Goddess answered. "How? I am just a lowly slave," she answered. Now Rizine was more getting intrigued in her life. Because she had no clue what the Moon Goddes is talking about. "You are not a lowly slave. You were a queen in your past life. You were just reborn as a slave, yet, you still have the strength and qualities of your former life," the Moon Goddess explained to her.

A mocking one. “You really must think you are still a princess,” she said after her laughter died down, “Look here princess, it’s the rules. I do not make them and I can not do anything about them. That girl knew better than to have diss respected a slave master and you should have thought about it before jumping in to save the day. You’re not a princess anymore, you are a slave!” I clenched my fist behind my back. “Now, leave the way.” I didn’t. I couldn’t. And it made Hera even angrier.

There is a child involve and as much as I hate this, she can’t just choose the father how she could choose a mate. Blood is definitely going to be split and things are going to get bad, really really bad. We have been made to undergo different trial by the moon goddess that usually question our loyalty to each other and through all of that, not for once have I ever thought of ending their lives. But now, we’ll now I am not so sure. “Do me a favour will you?” I asked the slave who just dropped the wine bottle about to retreat back to her hideout. “Absolutely yes your highness. Whatever your highness wants” she nodded vigorously.

I say. All of the harem girls gasp, stopping whatever they were doing to look right at me. Evalyn walks around in front of me to look at me in confusion. "Dances With Wolves? The king? Oh, Gods. He doesn't take whores often…and certainly not mistresses. I think only two girls have been with him in this entire room…one is Cassandra and another one is Athenodora." A frail, beautiful blonde girl steps forward and smiles bashfully. Evalyn introduces her as Athenodora. Her hair reaches her hips and her black lashes are the longest I've yet to see.

I had no idea how he was going to do it, but I knew he would find them somehow. “There, our mate is there... She is one of the…” Grey abruptly came to a halt, and as the pheromones grew closer, I saw a girl walking forward with chains on her hands and legs, escorted by some guards. “No way, Grey, that’s not our mate! Our mate cannot be a slave! A filthy slave! Is the moon goddess playing with us right now? This has never happened before, and I will not accept it!” I said, my voice agitated. I wasn’t going to let this happen.

The visuals resurrected the ghost of my past, and I couldn’t escape the feelings of sadness, guilt, and regrets that washed over me. “Can you see the bad deeds that you have also done?” She questioned. I bowed my head in defeat. ‘Never question a goddess,’ I mumbled under my breath. I obviously learned this lesson, the hard way, but something sprang up in me, and I rose up my head to question the goddess again, “What about the other slaves, like me that was also disrespected, framed, and brutalized without cause? Were they also evil?”

“And I didn't know you knew the war ritual.” She chuckled. “I pray for the innocent, that's the first prayer the moon goddess asks of us.” I pulled her closer, leaning closer, and whispered, “You should’ve prayed for the slave too.” She froze, her eyes widened in alarm. She slowly pulled away, her smile faltering. “What?” “Slaves are innocent people aren't there?” She nodded, hesitantly. “I pray for everyone, slaves, even the souls of the lost.” “The slave that died in your room,” my expressions flickered to seriousness. “Aren't you going to offer a prayer for her or should I say her poor soul?”