Jabba Leia Slave Novels & Stories

In Liane’s voice was a sarcastic comfort “Yes Luna,” Tasyra replied, while I watched in amusement “Uhmm, so which of the slaves do you want to pin this on?” Liane asked with another sarcastic concern “I…I don't know Luna,” Tayra replied, her voice cracking to show fear and tears “Since you are indecisive, let me help you dear” Liane replied, taking a sip of her tea, “The old bedridden blind slave who bed wets every time, his wife is the chief cleaner of the slave quarters, what is his name again?” she asked Tasyra.

He begged her and told her that she had to make sure that, she was truly dead. “So sir if I get to do this for you, what do I get in return?” the maid asked. “what do you want?” Max asked. “I want that I and my mother be free. I want her to be taken from the slave cell and then we get to leave this miserable place” Leila said.

Leia remarked in a surprised tone, I couldn't tell if she was rebuffing me because her tone sounded like she was praising me instead. "It's not that, Layla." I replied. "I'm starting to get paranoid now." "Really?" She asked. "Yes, I don't deserve all this anymore really, I don't deserve to be controlled or bullied by Layla." I said, pouting angrily at my mirror. "But she's the queen, she can do that, can't she?" Leia asked gently. "Yes, she is but she's not supposed to be, we both know that, I'm Ethan's mate, not her!" I replied vehemently.

I could run, move now, slip into the corridors, disappear into the noise before anyone reacted. My breath shortened at the thought, legs tensing as if they already knew the direction. Then the image of what would come after cut through me. If they caught me, I wouldn’t just be dragged back. I’d be made an example. Beheaded. Or worse. Dead girls do not kill kings. Dead girls do not end the Slave Rule. Dead girls do not slit the Alpha King’s throat.

, I said. “Fubs, I need you to go and get Maria and her mate,” I told the rodent as I tore out of the parchment and began to write on it. Maria was a friend of mine and also a slave, her mate, Barnabas, was also a slave. I handed the parchment to Fubs and it opened its mouth and collected it.

It was thanks to this treasure that her Baron tribe had been able to maintain the chieftain's position in the West for so long, with no one daring to harbor thoughts of betrayal. That's called absolute suppressive power. But everything had changed now. Layla glared at the people slowly approaching, as they began to pry her mouth open. That bastard Leon smirked at her: "Former chieftain, don't worry. It'll be over quickly." Then came the extreme pain that surged to Layla's brain. "Aaahhh!!!"

"It's not a novelty! How dare a lowly slave threaten you? And she even wishes for the position of Jack's mate? Who does she think she is? Such a shameless and depravity slave must be punished!" Alpha Anthony told me seriously before turning to his bodyguards. "Bring Brenda here!"

In fact, I had done nothing to them. She added, "Look, you even wear Hera's dress! We are good friends of Hera and can't accept Hadar having a new slave mate like you!" I didn't care if my face was exposed to them, but I couldn't hold it anymore, "I am not a slave. I am a Luna!" "Yes, you are!" She insisted, moving closer to me and pulling my hair. I roared, about to push her away, but I heard Alpha Hadar's voice.

If there was another person she had to avoid, it was Bella the head chef, who kept sending her into the lion's den. “Bella is looking for you?” Came Rosa, one of the slaves Janelle had known for the longest time. They practically grew up together, though Janelle had lived in the cold slab longer than Rosa. Their cases were different. Rosa was sold as a sex slave to the capo.

My father's voice filled my ears and I could almost hear him smile but I couldn't turn to look at them. I don't think I could face them after what they had done. All my life, I had expected that being a slave meant working as a cleaner or a maid at the Alpha's home. But now it seemed like something different, but my fifteen year old self still couldn't decipher what it meant to be a slave. "Alora…" Jax said and I faced him with teary eyes, the room was empty save from me and him and I could feel a heavy fear drowning me as I started to shake. His eyes were fixed on the floor underneath him.