My Slave My Property Novels & Stories

“Oh really isn’t that sad? I wanted you to see me because I would be the only one you will see be before you die. I own you now. Remember you are slave” I drew in slow, steady breaths. I could explode at this rate. Using a carefully controlled tone I turned to him. “You will never own me. I cannot be owned!” He threw his head back in laughter. “Oh believe that. If that makes you sleep well at night” I turned my eyes away from him and sighed, I hated my life. Why was I a slave anyway?

"Yes, Master." "Good today you will put in your two-week notice. You are quitting. We don't need the money anymore and you have a new job and role in our house. You are now the first of the house slaves. Your job is to make sure that all future slaves keep our home clean and tidy. On top of that you will make sure that each of my wives and slaves are eating healthy and staying fit. You will oversee their physical health and make sure they can get to any medical appointments needed. In public you are still my mother and will act accordingly and call me by my name. However, in this house you will wear the appropriate outfit of my first house slave. A dress when outsiders are here but never pan

“We are not one body… I am your slave, your property…. And you are my master.” I said coldly. “Good… in that case…” He turned back and sank into the single cushion chair at the corner of the room. “Crawl on your knees… and suck on my dick.”

“Why are you treating me like a prisoner? Why do you prefer to see me alone? Those people are my friends… my friends!” He stepped away from the window and approached me, his eyes were normal but I could see a hint of red in them. He was holding back the anger in him, like he was trying hard not to get angry and lose control of his inner wolf. “I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, but you should know this. As long as you work for me, you are my slave, my property. And just in case you don't know yet, I own you.”

“ It was the way they talked about me as if I was nothing more than an item. I was an Alpha blood, and now I had to endured this again...being a slave, u rather be chopped into pieces instead of me to have to endure *living* like that. ”Youn won't really be able to sell me for a good price at all, trust me ..“I said in a croaked voice which had been damaged by more than half an hour of crying and screaming about my predicament. ”i can't even walk,I won't fetch you a good price at all ..trust me.“I said to them and then the one that had suggested they sell me as a slave smiled. ”And you think we don't know about that?" My heart began to race as he said that to me and I shifted.

“That sounds good, I agree!” “I agree!” “l agree!”. Just like that, the words i agree’ echoed repeatedly within the crowds, for money, they were willing to risk being hunted by humans to sell me. My legs finally gave in as I finally collapsed on the cold ground. Being sold as a slave was something worse than death. Who knew what hell would come upon me once i became a slave, it was so unimaginable but I stood no chance for a bargain seeing how enthusiastic the crowd was, and their affirmation of Beta Miguel’s suggestion, alpha Lawrence nodded his head, having to take up his mind, he turned to look at me nonchalantly and finally voiced out his decision,

Yvo asked, which caught me off guard. Do I like her? I was shaken in my mind. No way! It's not possible! Yes, I wanted her for myself, but that doesn't mean that I like her. Right? "No. I don't like her. But she's only mine because she's my slave. She's my property. She's mine to keep. " I said Yeah. That's all. I don't like her. I don't. I shouldn't. But she's still mine. Exclusively mine.

His hand lowered and rested on her barely-covered breast. He circled her nipple through her clothing and then, he pinched her so hard Mandy cried out as a thick wave of pain reverberated through her. He still held the nub tight as he looked her in the eyes. “I am not your prince and I will never be your prince. I am a future king to my people and you' re not my people. You're my slave. Mandy My property.” Mandy nodded quickly, wishing he'd let

She immediately tossed it up to answer and I got up from my chair saying, "you are not even allowed to answer your phone without my permission" Her wet eyes finally met mine and it was clear that she was tolerating me. She threw her phone on the floor and looked at me angrily, "Answer me MASTER..... what makes you my master and why the hell should I act like your slave?", she questioned. "A slave is not allowed to question", I said picking up her phone. "Well, it seems you yourself don't have the answer to my query so i make a decision here, I AM NOT YOUR SLAVE and THIS IS MY HOUSE SO YOU BETTER GET OUT" she said.

I wanted to run away and hide, but my feet refused to move an inch. Enzo’s voice cut through the air, cold and hard now. “He’s my slave,” he said clearly. “Why would I kill my own property?” Slave. The word hit me instantly like a physical punch. Was that all I was to him? My chest tightened painfully, and I gripped the broom handle so hard my knuckles turned white and hurt. The guy laughed again, leaning back casually in his chair. “Something’s truly not right about this situation,” he said, his voice low, as if he knew a secret Enzo didn’t. “Come on, Enzo. Just give him to me as a gift.”