Novel About Slavery Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Tell me about it. Did I tell you about the time I went to give him a cup of coffee and I saw him coming out of this weird room? He said he'd kill me if I ever told anyone about it but at this point, I don't care if he kills me. The amount my family owes him is too much for me to finish paying off in my lifetime so I'll have to bear kids to work for him. Gosh, I had nightmares after that.” She said so much at a go that I had to unpack it one after the other. “Wait, are you a slave because of a debt?” They all looked at me weird. “How did you think slaves were gotten?’ Truthfully, I didn't even know. I thought maybe gains from a war or something. “That's how we all became maids and guards. Ou

Her money, anyway. Darius got three million dollars to himself. He owns several ships now, and I admire his ambition. I also like to believe that he does a lot of illegal things on those ships, as he now owns too much to come from just ships, as I know. It could be drugs, or prostitutes and slaves. Whatever makes people think slavery was abolished two hundred years ago makes me laugh. It is still alive, breathing under the surface, a hellish monster. It does not concern me, though.

We would rise every morning, shackled and matched to the plantation, farm and sometimes, market for sale. Low curses and murmurs filled the air as everyone got on their feet, dreading today’s work. “Will you form a queue, you unlucky slaves!” Matt yelled, his disgusted eyes running over us. Wincing, I quickly got in line with the others. Matt always had a deep frown etched on his face, hated the slaves and didn’t hesitate to inflict pain on us. “Hey.” I heard someone say from behind me. I smiled when I saw it was Lucy, my friend. She’s one of the oldest slaves here, as she was bought when she was just a child. The constant abuse didn’t leave her untouched as overtime, she developed a mental

If this guy wants to start something, I won't back down from a fight. “Uhm, you did do something terrible to me", I scoffed. “Really? Mind jogging my memory?”, He sat back and folded his arms, paying attention to me. “Well for starters, you bought me as a slave, then you brought me to your mansion just to lock me up in a cold dark room for weeks till I almost died!!”, I angrily told him. He sat forward and his eyes darkened, it looked like it was some nuclear weapon, waiting to be tampered with. I got scared for a minute, ‘Would he hurt me?’, I asked myself.

I see him breathe again and his hand trembles, his sadness begins to be palpable, and his aura becomes denser. "Many centuries ago, I abolished this horrible practice of slavery from my lands... I always thought that when I found my other half, she would be free, and then we could rule, regardless of her status." Soren continues speaking and lowers his hand. "It seems that something in me had already foreseen something like this... I just didn't expect to find you in foreign lands." Soren runs his hand through his blond hair. I think he's desperate and that I should care, but after everything I've been through... Never... He's also a King, he's also a ruler, and none of that will change the

And his voice was so soothing, and his fur was so soft, I just let myself drift. And I fell asleep feeling safe. For now. ***** NOTE: As we get into this last volume, I’ll be working on another story as well to release before Slave finishes, so there will be fewer chapters released this month (sorry!) Where I can, I’ll still publish multiple chapters, but all I can guarantee from this point forward is a single chapter per day. However, watch my social media and join my F* group to see announcements of when my new story releases! It won’t be long!

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

He did and she nodded her head nervously. "I wanted to take things easy with you but you don't want that. You want to show the most dangerous man how tough and stubborn you are. So from today, you will be my slave. Not just a slave, but my sex slave, my sex toy, my sex object." Jennifer was shocked. She didn't see that coming. "I don't understand. What do you mean by your sex slave?" Jennifer said.

A beautiful girl trapped in a cursed place, which starts from running away from her engagement event, to being locked up in a embroidery house. 🌞🌞🌞 “Let me go, damn it! Why are you even holding me? What place is this?” shouted Lucia. Lucia's hands were grabbed by two big men and she was thrown into the room. Lucia banged on her door the moment she found out she was locked from the outside.

Roger replied with a slight smile as they shake hands again after which, he outstretched his hand to shake the other party’s. “Deal” Beta Miguel did the same as he grabbed the other members hands and shake, the deal was completed and I, Emma Mondragon, had officially become a slave. ** I don’t know how long it’s been all i know is that we’ve been in a constant rush for the past few days, we came by quite a few stops to collect the other slaves that the Slavers were supposed to deliver, as of now, we were here in one of their bases to collect the other slaves held there and unlike all the other slaves, I am not chained with iron chains. Instead, I am handcuffed with silver, shackled hands and