Jabba Slave Novels & Stories

Why is he keeping me around as his slave? Why can't he let me go away and find happiness elsewhere? Why is he tormenting me day and night? What's so special with me? I don't want to even believe she's dating my best friend Anastacia. It makes me dizzy to only imagine he's going to make her the Luna so that she will turn me into her donkey. I don't want to trust my instincts anymore though l almost lost my feet when l saw her in the dining room with Marcus.

Amidst the lively chatter, an oblivious Alpha walked into Leia, causing her to spill the carefully prepared drinks. "How dare you? Are you blind or something?" The Alpha said as he yelled at Leia who flinched back in fear at his tone causing everyone's gaze to fall on them. "I'm sorry but you're the one who walked into me" Leia said as she tried to keep up a brave face even though she was scared out of her mind "How dare you talk back to me , slave?" The Alpha yelled back "I'm not a slave, I'm a maid and this whole accident was your fault not mine" Leia said as the Alpha glared at her

Before my big announcement, my heartbeat accelerates as I think about it. I dust off any speck of dust from my clothes as I near the Arena, I wonder how the pack is going to take the news. It's unheard of for a slave to become the Luna of the pack, but they surely will not reject my Luna, just because she was a slave, she is my mate, and they better accept that.

Evelyn’s uncle blurted out, trying to save his own skin. Zach cocked his brow. “Mmmmm, tell me about this…. debt.” Evelyn’s uncle shivered when the man behind him kicked him again. He looked around and saw that many men in black were holding guns. He dared not lie to the man in front of him. He proceeded to tell Zach about the debt with Damian and how Evelyn had become his slave pet. An evil smirk plastered Zach’s face when he heard the details. “Interesting.” He then gave his subordinate a look.

He signals me to follow him inside. Inside, I see around thirty slaves, all sleeping on the ground. They all look at me with sad eyes. In the middle of the slaves, I think I see a face I recognize and go over there. I look at the jaguar female for some time. She is older and looks sad and hungry, but it is her. I am sure of it. “Juliana,” I whisper. She nods, and then I hug her. “But how? I saw you dead with my own eyes.”

The bald man slapped the other man again and they started a slapping war. "Don't you dare Elen. If you trashed my dining hall again, I will ask Tristan to have his BDSM way with you." The woman said angrily and I chuckled hearing her. Both men sat straight and again started digging in. "Don't mind these jerks. They are like that since they are born. Let me do all the introductions. My name is Rebecca Santiago. This bald head is Nickon. And this stickman is Elen. You have met Tristan, the master of all these jerks. They are all my children and I am their mama." She said and I smiled hearing her. Her voice and her eyes reminded me of my own mother. I narrowed my head when I felt my eyes filled

"Yes, Master Ashworth," Jabari murmured, agreeing as he always did. Deimon marched toward his luxurious apartment, settling into comfort and anticipation, completely unaware that his Luna was already gone.

"She is still a slave no matter what it is she has done. My slave." "You realise how stupid it was for you to keep that in mind in a situation like this? And the goddess be merciful to our honour, you were going to tell those high elders she is a slave? Come on, Gizmo, did your brain cells go for a vacation, or did you choose to leave them in your bedroom while coming here?"

“You were the wife of the late Alpha, were you not? That makes you a Luna from what I know.” “But just like you said, most people like to pretend I'm not. So I'm not . . . Luna.” “Then who are you?” she asked, looking at me intently. “And what questions are troubling you?” “I am . . . a slave. Forced out of my own home by the late Alpha. My family is all gone.” I took a deep breath, trying hard to contain the torrent of emotions that had started to wash through me. “As if my life couldn't get any worse, on my 21st birthday, I found out that I have three mates.”

She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean. Jean didn't take it for granted. With the remaining strength, she rebelled. The two men were overwhelmed by Jean, who kicked and hit the big man. Annoyed, one of the men carried Jean as if he were carrying a rice sack on his shoulder. Jean then kicked his leg, trying to get away from the man. "Get me off!" Said Jean, struggling to ask to be lowered. But the man paid no heed to Jean's undermining. "I hit the jackpot." Said Madam with a grin.