My Slave My Property Novels & Stories

Grace asked, "Why would he lie, sister? I am, after all, more powerful and more beautiful than you are." Levy narrowed her eyes and shifted to Grace. "What exactly did you do to him? How did you manage to snare his love away from me? What did you do?" Levy yelled. "She took no action. All I want is her." James's voice contained enough truth to back up his assertion. "I will—" the mistress lifted her hand, presumably to strike James or cast a spell. Grace didn't mind either way. She snatched Levy's wrist a second time. "You haven't yet grasped the meaning of the phrase 'my property.' You'll be sorry if you touch him, Levy. This slave is mine. Mine alone!"

“I didn’t you could be a coward. I am truly disappointed. Do you see the Duke? He is cursed; if you don’t save him, he will burn like a candle quickly and die. Do you want him to die?” “I don’t care! I am just a slave under him. I might be free if he died,” I smiled. “Let me tell you what might happen if he died. Your whole body would belong to another one, a cousin and his whole propriety. You are considered part of the objects, of the wealth. You are nothing. You can grab the sword and live like you used to, eating well, sleeping well, experiencing pleasures or belong to another one who might force you to do things you might never imagine.”

I am his willing slave, ready to please him in whatever way he desires. As the day comes to a close, I kneel before him once again. "Thank you for using me, Master," I say softly. "Thank you for making me your bitch." He smiles, his hand stroking my hair. "You're a good little slave, 妃妃. I'm lucky to have you." I bask in his praise, my heart swelling with love and devotion. I know that I will always be his, ready to serve him in whatever way he desires. I am his slave, his bitch, his property. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

His eyes darkened. “seems you are forgetting that I own you, Lila. You are mine and I am your master and I make decisions here. You always have belonged to me. You are nothing but a slave. A worthless girl between no wolf cursed and useless. You should be happy that I am willing to take you back as a maid.” he said. I shook my head slowly, placing a hand on my stomach. “You should get yourself checked by a doctor because your delusion is slowly leading you to madness. I was never yours to begin with so don't act like a possessive little brat. I am not that fragile.Not anymore."

’ 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.

I crossed my arms tightly over my chest. “Because it’s your house?” I muttered. Not bothering to hide the sharp edge in my tone. Finally his gaze lifted again. It locked with mine. And I didn’t look away. Even though every instinct told me I should. “You think you’re supposed to have rights?” he asked almost softly. I stayed silent. He tilted his head slightly. “We are not equals.” Then came the line that made something in me splinter. “You’re a piece of property I own,” he said. Like it was obvious. “Kinda like a slave.”

"One who would have done anything you asked. You didn't want a slave. You sent him away. My slave is mine and not available to be your fuck toy every time you desire it." "Perhaps I'm rethinking my position, but maybe I'd like a female slave instead of a male." "Then you may find your own. This one is mine and will do as I say, not you." "Can't you talk some sense into her, Scott?" "Not regarding her property," Master said. "She is attempting to make allowances for the slaves sexual preferences, which are female." "Don't tell me you're not fucking this prime piece of slave? And why was she serving last week?"

Writing in this cursed diary is such a daunting task, but Akida insists that it's beneficial to my mental well being, so here's to following doctor's orders. At least I have an interesting topic to write about in this entry, instead of droning on about business deals and prototypes. I was out to bid on some new properties today, and something a bit unexpected, to say the least, occurred at the auction house. I'm now the owner of a slave. She's quite a pretty little thing, actually.

“But I don't wanna see him, I want to go home!” “Do you know that you're his property? Do you want to get dumped and killed in Rome? I guess not, you’d do as he says!” He says as tears floods my eyes, What is the difference between a slave and me? I have no say or privileges, my movements are being watched. I didn't bargain for any of this!

I could feel him standing right behind me, close enough that I could sense his warmth, his presence pressing against the back of my neck. “But…” he continued. “I’ll tell you this right now... I don’t care if you get angry.” His tone unsettled me. His voice had turned serious. “The slave,” he said slowly, emphasizing every word. "Is the property of all of us. So don’t act as if that human belongs to you alone.” “You’re a fool, Ragnar... Is that really how you see the human now, just because of how she looks? Have you forgotten there’s another one meant for you and Dax?” Bruno pressed.