Novel & Cerita Historical Fiction About Slavery

“But… I could be wrong. I have been before.” Agatha frowned. “You see in the past Juniper used to beat and hit the slaves. After she’s done venting, I thought she would cool off, and be nicer to us. But no…” Christopher’s mind blinked back remembering the past. He softly smiled and brushed Juniper’s hair away from her shoulder. “But then she sold us off. One by one she gave us away… the slaves, selling us to the highest bidder. Whether they were used for experiment, tools, or sex it was up to the man or woman who bought them. We were high… and at price they were willingly to pay for us. The lives of a slave being expedite at the expanses of her price.” He chuckled after he was done explainin

Left to my own devices, I did my best to root around for information on where my nasty brother-in-law was keeping himself so that I could wring his neck and then send him back to Marduke to call off the deal that he never should have made in the first place. The days were long and hot. Were it not for the anticipation of enjoying the throes of passion with my husband at the end of them, I questioned if I’d survive my stay without going crazy. It’s funny how a world that I found so fascinating during my first visit had shifted to something that I resented and, in some ways, abhorred. I resented the clothing that I was forced to wear, the lack of modern amenities such as air conditioning an

The healer responded still applying the paste on Adriana's back. Erica stared at her friend and then back at the healer. “Back in the reign of the late King, slaves were skinned or even buried alive for even just the slightest mistake. We were branded and tortured.” The healer took a jug and opened it. He sniffed the liquid inside and tweaked his nose. “We?” He nodded. “I was a slave but I bought my freedom after several decades.” “You can buy your way out of slavery?” The healer poured some of the liquid into a material and used it to wipe some of the torn skin on Adriana's back.

Even so, it felt warm and lived in. It finally registered in my mind that I was in pre-civil war time when a dark skinned male dressed in livery clothing walked in with the stately grace that you’d expect from a footman. These were probably not servants, but slaves. A tinge of disapproval touched my core before I remembered that this was a vision and not reality.

Slavery. If she was on the run from slave traders then it was possible that was why I never found anything about her. Was her name even April Arlington? How was there still slavery? “Last night, a man broke into the palace. Her masters want her back or at least silenced.” He gritted his teeth again. “I do not know why or even how but there are too many problems in Deimos. Slavery is a thing of the past or so we all thought but it turns out there is more under the surface than we know so it is my job to unearth it.”

He found himself in a modern world with a circle that seemed to want him dead rather than help him survive. #2-Consequence: He became the center of attraction, putting him in a midst of what could end his life.-'WOMEN' stomach as she listened to what the chief servant referred to as a dish. It was another slave being emancipated to the Youngest Master of the Breguet family as a meal. Slaves were dined as food for the nobles. They were molested and fucked, which often led to death, but the nobles never felt any concern. To them, humans were just food and sex slaves.

“Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?

he forced a smile. "So please I will need your help," she opened her book. "We were given an assignment to write down the history of Shade and a bit about Castle." "Story time it is. Now pay attention," he sat next to her. "During the 18th century," he began. "When slavery was the hit of the time, the white men randomly purchased slaves from the local chiefs themselves, who were greedy and selfish. Castle happened to be born by some of the slaves who were taken and growing up he lived as a high servant in the house of his master. He was loved, treated as mostly equal to the other white servants. And all that ended in a day, when news of his affair with his Master's only daughter Eva, reache

Sophia replied "I wish things were different" "Me too but that's how the cookie dough rolls" "So,the bible isn't a religion book?" Jennifer asked "No,it's our history book that tells us who we are,who the others that put our people into slavery are, what happened before slavery,what made slavery happened,what happens after slavery and all that other stuff that I still need to study on" Sophia replied "So,what's the history books that they put in the schools?" Jennifer asked "A book full of lies and dookie" Sophia replied

" Sarah hadn't had the chance to glance at the papers. I could hear her choke on her own breath at the words I uttered. This man was after my body all along. But he didn't want an one night stand, he wanted a toy in his possession. "Not quite!" He chuckled. This is not what slavery was like baby girl. You can trust me! I have a very close perspective on that subject! " I dunno what his words did to me but I think it created a black hole at my pit. My soul was getting sick at the area around my naval.