Novel About Slavery Novels & Stories

And when the dinner bell is rung, i'd sneak back quickly to my room to dress for the evening. It was on one such afternoon that i came across the story of my people, how they had suffered and had been tortured and subjected to slavery through the years. I discovered the ugly truth ot the leaders of the other nations and their corrupt dealings. As i read, it dawned on me that i was reading the sufferings of my people in the very land of the people whose hands they had fallen into in deep tragedy. I thank the person who had courage enough to write the grotesque happenings of the past, still infesting us even in the present. I did wonder what Mr Stanley had it for though.

"You don't deserve two shits from me." I spat on his face. I hated this man already. I hated what was happening to me and the fact that I could be raped by these men at any moment. The Commander didn't bother to wipe the spit on his face. He roared at the soldiers, "What are you looking at? Take her to the camp. She's going to be a slave." A slave? I had read how slaves were treated in the transmigration novels. I didn't have the female lead's halo or the side character's luck. I would rather die than become a slave.

When the old lady starts to speak, what Nikolai meant starts to become clearer. He thinks he’s making them stay. Little does he know that he lost the power to influence their decision the moment he released them from slavery. I don’t know much about Nikolai's plans but as far as housing goes, they’re all going to be living in the slave quarters temporarily and this pregnant brunette that is still clutching on to my dress does not look fit to live in the slave mansion. I don’t know why I desperately want to help her, all she has been is mean to me but the way she’s looking at me like I’m her only hope, its hard to ignore.

” “what? Cara you know that I’m very new to this. I don’t think I can survive it.” “you can, and you will. Whether you like it or not, there will be a first. You better face and get over with it.” “I guess you’re right,” I said. How long was I going to put it off anyway? Sooner or later, I would have to face that horrible man. He had to explain to me why he was treating me the way he was when I had not done anything wrong to me. Was he ashamed of me because I was a slave? That did not even make much sense since I had not been born a slave. I had been born to regular people but had merely turned into one when my parents were killed.

The weights weighting down my feet made it almost impossible for me to walk and escape wasn’t a viable option. This is so wrong. No one should be bought and sold this way. I have heard of slavery from before the practice was abolished so I had no idea that in a world where slavery was now illegal people were still being auctioned off this way. Even if human trafficking and slavery still existed, I never imagined that I would get involved in something like this. Never even in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that I would end up here. How did I end up here? Why did things have to turn out like this?

A few female slaves could be seen in the room, their worn-out dress barely concealing their bodies except for their womanhood region and their breasts layers. "Late King Dawson never practiced the act of slaves," Jeffrey mumbled on catching sight of the slaves, although he could tell they weren't his pack members. "Well, there's one now. Queen Isle, his wife made a new law. The other kingdoms were in support of her choice. So, slaves have becomes a thing in the present," Lady Macbeth replied, her hand signaling at the slaves and they hurried to get the cold bath ready. Jasper hugely scowled, his hands fussing with his torn shirt as he removed it and threw it to the floors.

But I was going to find out one of these days, every single thing about him, that was what I was supposed to do from the beginning. These few days I stayed all indoor and tied up without going out showed me how much freedom meant to every individual and how important it was. I could actually stay indoors for almost a week when I was at home and not feel bad because I decided to, but this one was totally a different one and was nothing close to that, knowing that you had no restriction and could decide to go out whenever you want but decided not to was different from not being able to and also suffering inside the bondage. I thought of the slave trade era when people were sold into slavery an

"The audacity of this author!" Roland exclaimed, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and apprehension. He found himself pausing every few sentences, his gaze lingering on the words as if they held some hidden power. The book was a veritable bombshell, daring to criticize the very foundations of their society. It painted the royal family in a scathing light, accusing them of insatiable greed and a complete lack of self-discipline. However it was the author's stance on slavery that truly captivated Roland. With unwavering conviction, the book condemned the practice, asserting the fundamental equality of all humans and denouncing the notion of one person being inherently superior to another.

His eyes glowing fiery hot as he spoke, his wide huge arms flexing in the air as he huffed with pride and pure vengeance. A wounded man. I knew Tagon too well that he doesn’t make empty promises, he never lied, he was too honest to a fault. My mind's eyes took a little flashback to what it meant to be a slave, the agony, despair, the lashings, concubines and acts of pleasure slaves were subjected to no one deserves to go through so much suffering and the reason I'll fight to get it eradicated. “I’m the worst woman in history, yes! Take your anger on me and burn me to hell. Let my carcass fall on your feet but a life of slavery isn’t what I want to partake in ever again!”

Authur was all she has now,he has been protecting her but not anymore it's time she stepped out of his shield. "You will also be taken as a slave. If you agree to be our slave, your freewill ends today." Grand lord Daemon spoke up again. Pinning Authur with his green eyes. "Do you know what that means, little human? You're quite a pretty boy; I don't think you will lack masters in service." A shiver ran through Authur's spine, fear seeping through his core. If everything he had heard growing up and read in books were true, being a Kansas slave was worse than being a slave in any human kingdom.