Love Slave Novels & Stories

“ You do not want to have sex with me, right?” Cody seems confused. “ Are you insane, slave?” His words confirm my thoughts. I look him in the eye and say, “ Just because I am a slave, you have sex with me. You do not love me and you do not really want to have sex with me. I am just a toy to you, and you want to use it just because you do not want to waste it.”

She on the other hand is the girl whose parents were killed, was made a slave, and now has powers she has no idea how to use. She felt small compared to her mates and wondered if the Moon Goddess did not make a mistake when pairing her with them. Growing up she was excited about meeting her mate and that feeling intensified when she was a slave. She prayed for her mate to come and find her. maybe save her from the life of slavery she was living, but as years went by and she did not shift. She gave up on the mate thinking that maybe she really was human and had no mate like werewolves do.

"Shut up if you want to enjoy my body! I don't want to hear the voice of your cursing who has stolen my chastity, make me deaf! Let me live without hearing any sound. I have no hope in life anymore. Being your sex slave is my job right now," said Axelina trembling, enduring the pain in her heart. "You are my nightmare, Amar Trixeon, I hate you. If you are tired of my body, you better kill me right now, I don't want to live anymore."

I craved the feeling of being used and abused, of being nothing more than a plaything for the prince’s amusement. One day, as he was fucking me particularly hard, I realized that I loved him. I loved the way he made me feel, the way he controlled every aspect of my life. I was completely and utterly his. “Master,” I gasped, as he pounded into me. “I love you. I want to be your slave forever.” The prince grinned down at me, his eyes filled with lust and cruelty. “You already are, my little whore. You’re mine, now and forever.”

“Ye didn’t ask if I wanted you as a slave. Ye asked if I wanted to keep ye.” “As a slave.” “If that’s how I was sure to keep ye, then yea.” I looked at him in confusion. “I’m no good at this, My Girl.” He said a bit softer. “I’m good at crushing a man with my hands.” He lifted the other one limply. “Far better at that.” “Wha’ I was tryna say was that I love ye. I want ye. I’d keep ye, forever.” “As a slave.” “As whatever ye wanted ta be. Long as ye were with me.”

I cried. “What? Are we not talking about it now?” The way he looked at me, so cold. He got up from the floor and grabbed my arm, pulling me up with him. “Now you listen to me, Darina Vulpe.” His index finger was under my nose. “Get it into your head that no matter what, you will remain here with me. And this…” he tapped my mouth, “pretty little lying mouth of yours, you’d better think twice before you open it again. I expect submission from you, you are mine. Completely. Mind, body and soul. All of it.” Back to square one. I was his slave. I couldn’t stop crying. He was cruel and ruthless, will always be cruel and violent. How stupid of me to think that love alone could change him.

HELLO MY LOVELY READERS. THANK YOU GUYS FOLLOWING ME AND FOR THE LIKES. DUE TO RESUMPTION IN SCHOOL, I WILL BE UPDATING A BIT LATE SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME AND DON'T FRET. HERE IS A SONG I LEARNT IN CLASS YESTERDAY. ENJOY. WE WERE BORN FREE BUT THEY CALL US SLAVES WE DON'T HAVE A CHOICE WE JUST HAVE TO BE SLAVES.

Victor slyly: Actually..she likes me..ask him for a little while and then I will kill her.. Victor's father smiled at his daughter's plan to speak: And when are you going to implement it? Victor: We don't have time..tomorrow I will.. He finished his words with a human smile as he swore inside that he would destroy Levi and replace him..Victor maliciously: Actually.. I like it..ask him for a little while and then I will kill her..

The thought echoed in my mind as shame swallowed me whole. I carefully reached for my small purse and picked my dress from the floor, trying not to wake him, fighting against the hanging effects of the alcohol and the soreness in between my thighs that reminded me of our night together. I slipped his dress shirt over my shoulders—it was far too big, covering more than half of my thigh. I opened the car door gently and stepped onto the sandy pavement, pulling his shirt tighter around me and began walking away. The sky was already fading into streaks of gold, the kind of sunrise that should have felt like hope. But instead, every step away from that car felt like I was dragging shame with me.

Anil gulped. "Do... do you really love him?" suddenly Anil ventured to ask. "I love him like he loves me!" Zoya answered without hesitation. "I'm sorry, Miss Ashita! But haven't you just met him recently? How can you fall in love with a man of unknown? This is Dharavi. There are many assholes here who play with women, even take advantage of them." "What are you talking about, Anil? Praveen isn't what you say he is. Don't compare him to most men. I know him better!"