Matoseiheino Slave Novels & Stories

Then it climbed down a wall and disappeared through a window. “This house belongs to a man named Horace Ferdinand,” Rosette explained. “Word has it he experiments on his slaves—exploring how far he can take his rituals. We’ve seen disfigured corpses being carted from his home. Sven is going in to kill him and to save whomever he can. We’re here to make sure those slaves escape with their lives.” “Where will we take them?” “To a witch named Matilda Swanson. She’s been helping mortals escape from London for some time now.”

’ 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.

That he can make it right, that he truly wants her and no one else. "Probably, that mostly happened to slaves who give birth to their master's children. Their child will be given to the wife, and the mother will be a whore, a wicked whore that seduced another woman's husband. But that won't happen to you, because you aren't planning on staying. You are going to go with him, aren't you?"

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re

he half yelled again "Apologies if I Infuriated you. Am just stating the fact that a sèx slave doesn't have a right over a child. You've already said it,once I give birth I'll leave. And I have no problem with that. After all I don't want a thing;Am a slave, not a person anymore but an asset,a property. That can and will be used as the owner please. Once more I apologise for_" "Melanie stop!" he yelled breaking her little speech

Winter said, “Seriously, Emmily, stop joking.” “No kidding, today's your birthday; let yourself be happy for a change.” “Emmily, is there nothing to be happy about? Being a slave without a mate leaves me feeling hopeless and without purpose.” “Happiness is possible, even for a night. Don't limit yourself by labeling yourself a slave; live freely.”

“Wait,” Cassie cried out when the pace became too much. “You need to listen to me.” Earl Adam halted and marched back to where she was doubled over and panting. “Slaves do not initiate conversations with their masters. They serve a purpose, something you will start to understand very shortly.” “What about your men?” “Eager to share your services, are you, little bitch?” It was so hard to meet his eyes now. That knowing gaze was tearing her apart. “Don’t call them, please. I beg you.”

Because most of the slaves here are rogues from the previous invasion of Blue Moon Pack. Eight years ago, Alpha did not kill all the rogues, but left some of them as slaves, making them work for the Black River Pack. Alpha ordered the tongues of the slaves to be cut out to prevent them from communicating with each other. Obviously, the slaves have a lower status than Omega, although both work for the black river pack. To be precise, Omega is a member of the Black river pack. And slave is the captive of black river pack. As for me, all members treat me as slave, although I live with Omega, because of the mute commonality I have with slaves. And Alpha DOES NOT correct everyone's misconceptions

I look at her, confused. Why is she saying sorry? She did nothing wrong. “Why are you saying--- wahh! Look Yaya Celine, there’s an Ice cream!” I pointed to the man who was selling Ice cream. “Senorita, you’re not supposed to eat outside food. Your Mommy says that you're not allowed to eat outside.” she said. “Then I’ll buy an Ice cream and eat inside so it’s not forbidden.” I giggled. “Your Mom said, all you have to eat is home-cooked or maybe cooked by professional chefs... if you want to eat Ice cream, let me tell her so she can call--“

She can't afford to die, not when she has five cute babies. "Don't see me as your husband and don't ever regard me as one." He said. "Call me 'master' from today henceforth." Ragnar Marshall said. This was the name he and other slaves do call Miguel Marcola during his days in slavery. He was about recreating the excruciatingly painful moments Miguel Marcola made him go through on Brigitta. He took steps away from the bed and all of a sudden the room turned into total darkness. Then she heard a shut of the door.