Jabba Slave Novels & Stories

“Among the nobility of Antacast, the old master is among the kindest and most reasonable kind. At least, he even takes care of his slaves.“ “Really?” Lili’s eyes turned into saucers. “Well, that’s if they have used.” Zaab tried to scratch his cheeks, forgetting that he had a thick helmet on his head. “You don’t need to worry about anything. From the looks of it, you’re a top-grade product. The old master might even grant one of your wishes if you willingly follow his words. When promises, he does it. Er, just don’t ask for freedom, that’s a different story.”

I spoke softly, trying to adjust as far as I could from the voice. “Athena, I am the guard who was standing watch at the Luna's garden,” He muttered. Wait? That guard… I was confused. How is that even possible? “How did you end up here?” I thought you….” “She locked me here; the Luna. Because I failed to do as instructed,” He confessed. I was still in awe. What does he even mean by all this? “What instructions, Mr. Guard?” I asked. “My name is Jebba. I was instructed to make sure you do not leave the garden. I didn't know the Sorcerer seeds had been planted in the garden….”

“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.”

I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!

“Strike before they make any funny moves.” Naomi lifted her chin slightly, her eyes fixed on Amanda, cold and lethal. ****** ◈JABAL'S CABAL◈ Jamal sat back in his chair, the smoke curling lazily from the small silver pipe perched between his fingers. He watched the curl of smoke twist toward the ceiling as he lifted his phone, dialed Valen's number and waited. The line clicked and then Valen’s tired voice groaned, “Brother?” “It’s done, Blood,” Jamal said simply, his tone even, almost clinical.

Barbie breathed out all the breath she didn't know she held in all while glancing at Jasira whose eyes were still fixed on the door. She grabbed her arm before she dragged her to the changing room seeing that the coast was clear, she turned to her. "What did he say to you?" Jasira exhaled and fisted her ginger hair in her palm, her heart shrinking thinking about the condition between both of them. "He wanted me to be his sex slave." She answered barely above a whisper, she avoided making eye contact with Barbie and played with the hem of her clothes. Shame eating deep into her gut. "Are you serious?" Barbie half yelled and Jasira sighed glancing to look at her. Barbie's eyes were shot out an

It's time for the humans to bathe. I've been looking forward to taking a long soak in the bathtub. So when we finish we immediately head to the bathrooms and find other humans there and unfortunately there is only one free bath remaining so Jill and I chose to share,but before even getting out of my uniform someone roughly grabs my arm. "Stay away from the Alpha!"A voice I've come to know all too well says. "What's your problem Jasmine?"Jill says. Jasmine is a human the Alpha has sex with from time to time,she was elevated as senior slave ,she gets an allowance expensive clothes,has her own room and even gets to leave the pack house.

I’ve always hated being the center of attention. “And because of her survival, we’ve had over a year being Master and Slave. A year to grow, to learn from each other.. to become friends, to become more than friends. It is why I stand here before you all today.. because of the love I share with her.. I am here to publicly release her from being my slave.” He said. Many of the people gasped, some even growled.. but he would tolerate none of it.

Jax asked, picking out a nail picker and an Arabic multi-shaped knife from the toolbox. "I gave you everything. I brought you from a slum and raised you as my own. I taught you personally and made you the second in command of my clan. Tell me, where did things go wrong? Why did you betray Me?" He asked, expressionlessly putting Slaiy's five fingers in the nail picker. Slaiy yelled in an attempt to run. "You know, in my den, you don't behave as you want. You don't die until I say you can.

The lady who chastised Isabelle said with a friendly smile. "My name is Imogen, the new slave" Imogen replied with a smile. "What a nice name you have, what are you girls waiting? Introduce yourselves" Poppy ordered. "I'm Eva" "Sophie" "Ella" "Charlotte" "Grace" "Anabelle" "Aria" Everyone introduced themselves except Isabelle. Poppy gave her a nasty to force her to introduce herself as the others had done. "Isabelle, satisfied?" She grunted angry. "It is nice to meet you lot, but you guys are the only slaves here?"