Novel About Slavery Novels & Stories

She said, in the quietest of voices as she eased the bag out of her hold, and placed it on the floor. "You know you did wrong and you acted like a slut today," I started, and she raised her head to stare at me for a brief moment before she nodded. "And what do disobedient slaves get?" I asked, to which I got no response. Not like I cared about her answer anyway. It wouldn't change anything even if she did reply. "Well, since you've gone dumb. I'll teach you what disobedient slaves get," I got up and cupped her jaw with my hand, while I gently caressed her cheek with the other as I smiled down at her.

I think of her at the bottom of a dark cell, trapped by the ankle, with her beautiful sacred body marked by the violence of a captor worse than mine. — I need to rescue her — I murmur. Miguel nods, agreeing with me. — You are the new king over these wolves, you can't-... — I begin. — They would kill her and disappear with her body as soon as they knew they were discovered. We would never have proof other than rumors — he stares at me, fiercely. —Slavery is a crime among my people that must be paid for with death, even if the victim is not one of us. It is enough that your executor is.

This book holds three stories, they are series that is needed to be together. 1. The Slave Mafia. To save my Mother. "You're just my Slave, Olivia." I gasped at his words, those words subsisted enough to shatter me to pieces. But what should I do with it? I am nothing. "But... you tell me those words! You tell me you love me!" "I don't love you. I will never love you." River said with cold eyes. My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide, I came back to the reality, where I was fooling myself.

" Sarah hadn't had the chance to glance at the papers. I could hear her choke on her own breath at the words I uttered. This man was after my body all along. But he didn't want an one night stand, he wanted a toy in his possession. "Not quite!" He chuckled. This is not what slavery was like baby girl. You can trust me! I have a very close perspective on that subject! " I dunno what his words did to me but I think it created a black hole at my pit. My soul was getting sick at the area around my naval.

"Had you ever done it before you became a slave?" "No. I wasn't that wild before I was married. My fantasies mostly started after my marriage. I wasn't unhappy as a wife, but it definitely called to me. I think it mostly started after our friend, Zoe, said she was becoming a sex slave to Brianna. I'd never really thought of it before seriously, thinking it was strange before it became real to me. Then I started reading sex slave romance novels and got into reverse harem novels. After, a lot of my fantasies extended to more than one person fucking me. My slavery was Master's attempt to make some of those fantasies become real." "Had you ever been with a woman before?"

This way, they won't have the courage to try and stop the trade from booming. For years the trade business has been incorporated into the lives of Hamstung inhabitants; it became a thing of necessity, and it was no longer frowned upon. Slavery… It was a dreadful thing, especially to Joya. She had tried to run from it multiple times; she escaped from the ship where she was locked up and then ended up in Hamstung. She was whisked away again by camel riders and then served as a maid in the royal castle. Now here she was again, standing before the very thing she detested.

Slavery. If she was on the run from slave traders then it was possible that was why I never found anything about her. Was her name even April Arlington? How was there still slavery? “Last night, a man broke into the palace. Her masters want her back or at least silenced.” He gritted his teeth again. “I do not know why or even how but there are too many problems in Deimos. Slavery is a thing of the past or so we all thought but it turns out there is more under the surface than we know so it is my job to unearth it.”

"Why not?" "Because I was the house slave. I cleaned, cooked, and scrubbed from a young age, into my teens and my adulthood. They never let me watch the tv so I developed a voracious reading appetite. Books were my escape from my terrible reality. I taught myself how to read and write since Penelope refused to send me to school. Whenever I slacked on my chores, Penelope starved me as a form of punishment. But I was used to slavery anyway so back then, my life did not seem so horrific." She shrugged but a drop of tear slid down and she hoped Asher didn't notice it. "Not all humans are like that though, I hope you know," Asher said.

“I…I didn’t mean it like that…” “Bought her? At an auction?” He turned fully toward me now, confusion in his gaze. “Zoe… what the hell is she talking about?” My heart thundered, but I leaned forward, voice steady. “She told the truth, Brayden. You bought me at a charity auction as a….Slave.” my gaze cut to Alessia, “But you married me in court. We even signed a Contract.” Alessia hissed. “Lies. All of it. She’s spinning her little sob story..,”