Leia Slave Jabba Novels & Stories

Jesse reached forward to shake Omar’s hand. “Fix Mario first,” he said. Jesse turned back around and looked at the lizard, who began to form back into Mario … who was probably going to be pretty pissed. The other brothers looked like they were using every ounce of restraint to hold themselves back from seriously going off. Jesse shook Omar’s hand and I immediately felt Leia relax through our bond. “Now you’ve appeased me for the time being. But Leia still owes a debt to Javier. He is owed a bride,” Omar said. “He can find his own damn bride,” Leia said, taking my hand.

Despite exposing the man, Wilbur remained calm as ever as he ate his breakfast. "Some things aren't what they seem, sir. The little girl's name is Leia. Her entire family died in a tragedy save for her mother, who is now paralyzed. Leia and her mother only have each other. Who's going to help both of them if Leia doesn't come out to work? Are we supposed to ask the bastard Derkley to help us out?"

She couldn't stop smiling and knew she would never stop smiling as long as she has been transformed from a s*x slave to a queen. THE END. THANKS FOR READING.

"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!"

The roaming and chattering crowd went silent at the sound of Jacob's voice and clanking glass. "I appreciate everyone for being here. But this is only possible because of someone. Someone very dear to my heart and has proven to be a true leader." His eyes returned to me with the same smile. He was being so sweet. I wasn't comfortable with it, but I couldn't help not to return the contagious smile. He winked. "While the rest of us gave up on fighting for our brothers, she didn't, regardless of how poorly she was treated by them. What a beautiful heart she has. Please, everyone let's give Layla a big hand as she comes up for a short speech as the next luna."

Once everyone was lined up outside of the line of cars, I came outside. "Who was responsible for stationing patrol units and designating routs?" I barked. "My king." Lowell stepped forward, visibly trembling. My stomach sank a bit, he was the middle son of my late Gamma, not much younger than me. I had a flash back of Willows face as she hung in the lab while I whipped her. If I did this, I'd be that same man. The same king who allowed his realm to fall into the hands of the Shadowmoon. But there were consequences, and a lesson needed to be learned.

The sound sliced like a blade through the room. "This is your first lesson, princess. In here, you don’t own anything. No dignity, no will. You get what we allow you to have." The first strike was sharp, cutting through the air, and her delicate skin. With the first lash, Selene tensed her muscles and bit her lip, doing everything not to scream. That only made the slave handler, Emma, even angrier. She hit again. And again. Each strike harder than the last. Lyria screamed in desperation.

, 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.

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.

I reminded her. “Tomato, potato. Let me out so I can get my paws on her.” Leia growled. “The phrase is tomato tomato.” I giggled. Leia huffed and retreated, choosing to end our conversation. Jacques reached for the iPad resting on Nate’s desk. “I’m going to show you a photo. You’re going to tell me if you recognise any of the girl’s or not.” He told Danny.