Historical Fiction Slavery Novels & Stories

Slavery was long engraved in their society and it would cause their family harm if they spoke any further about the topic. There have been many cases where people were executed on the streets for speaking badly about the Emperor’s decision to allow slavery. It was good that Yuna was stopped before she could anger the slave merchants and nobles. Some of the nobles and people of higher status had a hand in dealing with the slave markets.

Facing the older maid, Rose. "What did you just say? Uhmm....you were saying something just now. About the master's slave. Is there someone in here apart from Jericho and I ?" She asked, trying to confirm what she heard seconds ago. "Yes, David and we the maids are the only one in the house." Rose responded and left before she could say anything else. "I'm sure I heard her say something right now." A new girl in the house? Jericho's slave? How come? Who's this slave? And why did Jericho suddenly want a slave for himself? What came over him?

"Had you ever done it before you became a slave?" "No. I wasn't that wild before I was married. My fantasies mostly started after my marriage. I wasn't unhappy as a wife, but it definitely called to me. I think it mostly started after our friend, Zoe, said she was becoming a sex slave to Brianna. I'd never really thought of it before seriously, thinking it was strange before it became real to me. Then I started reading sex slave romance novels and got into reverse harem novels. After, a lot of my fantasies extended to more than one person fucking me. My slavery was Master's attempt to make some of those fantasies become real." "Had you ever been with a woman before?"

When Papa told us that, I could have sworn his cognac eyes were blazing in hatred. That abomination, he felt, was something that couldn't be satiated any matter if he kept telling us his history. "Papa endured slavery for more than five years. That Alpha made him experience hell and told him he was just his plaything. He experienced being sliced on his back and whipped all over his body. He even experienced being stabbed in his eye and cutting his tongue. He was thankful by that time that they were not coating the dagger with wolfsbane so he could heal in no time. What worse was... That man raped papa."

I wondered what she wrote about. I took a deep breath as I picked them up and walked back over to the chair. I shouldn’t be doing this.. this is awful of me. But I just had to know. I began reading, my heart aching at the words poured out into the papers. I made her my slave not realizing that she’d already felt like one in her own home. At the time.. that wasn’t even a thought that had crossed my mind.. I was only aiming to show her Father who the real man was.

, she concluded Liana wiped her tears and got on her feet, " I know nothing about my family, I just grew up to be a wanderer until the day I found myself in Guyana…. since I have no destination , I have to leave with a woman that laid me a helping hand. I became her servant until I noticed she wants to turn me into a sex slave, but I went against her wish….I met my husband in her eatery where I worked…he saved my life that day and I ran out, later on , I met him on the way and left with him…on the first day I visited his family, the rejected me and fortunately, I got pregnant for him…that's the major reason they accepted me back because they need a grandchild….. Mrs Katherine sighed drawing

This book holds three stories, they are series that is needed to be together. 1. The Slave Mafia. To save my Mother. "You're just my Slave, Olivia." I gasped at his words, those words subsisted enough to shatter me to pieces. But what should I do with it? I am nothing. "But... you tell me those words! You tell me you love me!" "I don't love you. I will never love you." River said with cold eyes. My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide, I came back to the reality, where I was fooling myself.

The poor were relegated to slums on the city's outskirts, hidden from the public eye unless they had business beyond their domes The structure was discriminatory. While all were Eldorians, there was no sense of unity beyond their class. Sarang vividly remembered the first time he had witnessed a public beating of a pickpocketing child from the slums. If not for Sebastian’s intervention, the child would have lost a limb—or worse, his life. That incident had starkly reminded Sarang of his own fortune, because as twisted as it sounded, in some ways, slaves had it easier, provided their masters weren’t malicious. Nathaniel and Sarang wandered into Linfield’s bustling market, the heart of the cit

I didn’t expect that my uncle would rape Emelia and torture Emelia. So in my mind, although I hate my uncle, I hate myself even more. It was all my fault. I should not have chosen Emelia as my slave. I should not have abandoned her this morning. If I had not chosen her as my slave, she would not have suffered so much. If I had not abandoned her, she would not have been raped again. Yes, again. She was raped by me for the first time and then, because of my fault, she was almost raped by my uncle again. I can not imagine how terrible she is feeling now, but I can do nothing other than feel guilty.

“Well, my mother died thousands of years ago, but she was beautiful and kind. She showed me lots of love and affection despite my father’s scolding that she’d turn me into a woman. He was a military man, and he trained me to follow in his footsteps since I was a young boy. I held a sword as soon as I was tall enough. He died when I was fourteen, and I took over as the man of the house. I was in charge of all our finances and slaves.” Mads winced at the mention of slaves. Quin smiled. “Remember, I’m ancient. In ancient Rome, the time I’m from, slaves were commonplace. The spoils of war. I helped in the fight to free your African ancestors here in America. Livia helped me realize how deplorabl