Novel About Slavery Novels & Stories

“And you think that makes it okay? You didn’t even try harder. You just stopped.” He lowered his eyes. “You’re in here because of your own choices.” My heart twisted. “What did you say?” “You were warned. Repeatedly. But you wouldn’t stop. You kept pushing. That obsession with the trade.” “Obsession?” I snapped. “That was justice. Children were being treated like property. Sold. Abused. You knew it, and you did nothing.” He looked me in the eye. “And now you’re here.” I stood. “If fighting to stop slavery put me in prison, then fine,” I said. “But I’m not done. I’m going to keep fighting, and when I’m finished, every single person involved will burn with her.”

“Even if you’ve resigned, you’re still just a servant the Shaw family raised! “Being able to relieve your master’s burden is a privilege for you.” I recalled what Leon had said earlier that day. “They think I’ll stop at nothing to get my brother in? Do they really think I have that kind of power?! “We live in a society governed by the law!” I could not help but chuckle, which only infuriated Vivian further. “What’s so funny?!” I replied, “Slavery has long been abolished. “Restricting someone’s freedom is illegal now. “The Shaw family didn’t even bother to adopt me, so I was just a charity case to them at best.

“I can't really mention all the stories I would tell." “Tell me any." I was quiet for a moment until I screwed the hesitation in my head. “Slavery." The moment it left my lips, it felt like I'd just broken free from something that had pressed on my chest for too long. He stepped on the brake, bringing the car to a halt. “What story about slavery would you tell?" A sad smile tugged at my lips. “I’d tell the story of the girl who never really had the chance to make choices of her own."

Someone like her? She's never called anyone that; never! People had been the ones to always adore her. Too bad she's not the multi-billionaire Nina again. She's now a sex slave to a devil. "You know what to call me. Don't call me by my name again." He warned. "Ma.....master, I'm...too weak to do anything. My body aches." She finally concluded and waited for an answer. An answer that determines whether she's going to be set free from him this moment or the one that determines she's going to pass soon.

Eating fish slowly because of the heat, Wilma is thinking about her future. Despite being a slave, luckily this body never received the mark to show herself as a slave. This young lady was also not a registered slave. In this world even slaves had to be registered as a slave. Slavery in this world is not illegal as long as they are registered. It was rare for a slave to be unregistered and not bear the marks of Wilma's current body.

She smiled as she laid the paper on the floor and sat on the floor ready to write. 'Hey, I'm sorry to announce this to you in a paper and not physically but then again it's important to let you know.' 'I would no longer be staying here anymore as our author and finisher has defined.' 'I mean, Ice Pick. He already assigned my duty to me today but then the most shocking news came and I had to pack my luggages to his apartment.' 'I don't know whatever reason he has and I don't want to know but he said it clearly that I'll be Personal slave.'

A lady of society being sold into slavery; it was unheard of. The story of Elizabeth’s demise spread rapidly amongst Arthur’s house slaves. Much to Elizabeth’s surprise, the majority of them took pity on her and did their best to keep her load light, as well as protect her from the wrath of Paulette as best they could. Unfortunately, the one thing they were helpless in preventing was their master’s regular summoning of her for his nightly pleasures. This was a burden she had no choice but to endure as best she could. Since the master was young and handsome, it certainly was not the worst thing that could happen to her. There were tales of woe that curled Elizabeth’s toes from so many others

Left to my own devices, I did my best to root around for information on where my nasty brother-in-law was keeping himself so that I could wring his neck and then send him back to Marduke to call off the deal that he never should have made in the first place. The days were long and hot. Were it not for the anticipation of enjoying the throes of passion with my husband at the end of them, I questioned if I’d survive my stay without going crazy. It’s funny how a world that I found so fascinating during my first visit had shifted to something that I resented and, in some ways, abhorred. I resented the clothing that I was forced to wear, the lack of modern amenities such as air conditioning an

Ancient civilizations were tainted with slavery. “I can’t let you.” “Excuse me?” “I can’t let you bring back slavery!” “You must be mad.” He looked at me like I was crazy. “There will always be slaves, Samson. Ask your fellow newcomers. There is still slavery happening in some parts of your world.” “There are people still fighting to end it.” He laughed, “Trust me, Samson. It won’t end. It’s in our human nature to enslave others for their own benefit. It happened here in this world. You cannot deny this is what humans do.”

Normally he allowed slaves to fall on their own swords and then coldly suggest what they should have done. He dismissed the idea as anything more than that Ishaq was clearly younger and far more innocent to either world than the others who got sent there. Until now, all he would have known was the care and protection of his parents and his birth home, working alongside those who he knew and ignorant to the slavery and pain that drained the spirit like a leech.