Leia Slave Jabba Novels & Stories

I almost landed on my butt, as I lost my balance. “LET ME GO!” I demanded. The grip loosened. “ As you demand of me princess, but before you proceed, think of the children behind you.” It was Jamira. I turned to face her. I could feel tears flowing down my cheeks, but when I put my finger to the liquid, all I saw was red. “I AM THINKING OF THE CHILDREN! YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT SHE HAS DONE!” The liquid flows faster now. “ Oh Layla…” Jamira’s face was sad. She looked like she felt sorrow for me. Theodore slowly stood up.

’ Sophia thought as she twitched her lips. "I'm sorry to say but that's gross, you know." She stated and turned to leave. "This is part of your job." He said as she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly dejectedly, her back still turned. What is his problem, huh? "Do you want me to start explaining what you are, huh? You're my slave, get it?" That word hit Sophia but she shrugged and made to leave the room, not knowing what reply to give to him.

Leila ordered. "Yes, Miss Leila." "Dr. Aster, do you want some coffee?" "No, thank you. I already had one earlier. You may go back to your table. I'll be fine here." After a few minutes Celeste arrived. Her slim and perfect body is hugged by a body configuring, silk, white dress with a silk gray blazer on top. Her scary and domineering aura is present. Clive looked puzzled as to who is this woman in front of him right now.

said Lucas. … At Sky Saber Gateway. In the Sky Saber Gateway palace, an old man was sitting on a throne right ahead. The old man's face was cold, and his eyes were like that of a hawk's. One would feel immense pressure while looking at him. The old man was no one but Lionel’s master. Needless to say, Lionel was the leader of Sky Saber Gateway, and he was Caleb Lee of the Saber Owner of the Heavens. Caleb was the leader of the Saber Party of the Four Weapon Forces from the Holy Land. He was a Rank 8 Chosen Celestial Being.

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"

"Out of all the stealing you do, you couldn't steal a single fork?" He hears me and grunts out his laughter. His lips quirk up at the edges and he shakes his head slowly. "All fire," he murmurs. "Tsarki wuta." Then he leans over to Drinks of Waterfall, who is sitting right next to him. "Shin ba ta wani abu abu?" (Pure fire. Isn't she something else?)

Savannah nodded, thought these stupid things would be easy for her, but little did she know she had entered the devil’s den. The man came after a long run and was exhausted; they needed only two things: sex, and food. Leia gave the apron to Savannah and guided her on, taking orders and bringing them back to the kitchen. “Watch me,” Leia added as she took the order from the first customer. Four-man boring holes into Leia’s face, but she didn’t give a damn. “What is your name, slut?” “I am a sweet bud of Asher,” they backed off, and she jotted down the order.

AMAYA There was no mistaking the command in Darian’s words. I rise because disobedience isn’t an option in this room, but my eyes stay down. Elder Mara sighs. “I think the tray was much too heavy for the slave to carry,” she suggests to Evelara in that way that means she’s really suggesting it to Darian. “Oh, please,” Evelara purrs. “It’s a plate, not a boulder.” I hear Theron’s wineglass touch down against the table. “This only goes to show how important it is to train slaves properly,” he observes. “It can solve a lot of problems.”

Jean shook her head in a sign that she didn't know. "Geez, Miss. He is a successful young entrepreneur. His name and face always appear in famous magazines. And he's not a mafia. I think you want to go with him because you know who he is." This time, Delia's eyes looked serious. Jean just quietly looked at a sudden change in Delia's attitude. Delia saw Jean strangely staring at her back to normal.

I struggled with the jobs assigned to me and even those the other slaves pushed to me in their pride. "They can't stand me, they hate me. Even the other slaves despise me. They call me weak each time." I said to myself with tears drops rolling down my face, but wiping them off immediately while I scrubbed against the ground tenaciously. I didn't need anyone to see my tears, if not, that would attract more side talks. "Did you see that? Layla is struggling to fulfill the tasks again today? She is useless. She shouldn't be here. Oh, and she's even crying." One of the slaves spat the words with a tune that made me feel too terrible for a person.