Novel Slave Novels & Stories

I envied Kayla, who snored loudly beside me, head hung to the side and mouth slightly open while I stayed awake, trapped in my own thoughts every night. We were the slaves of the most successful man in ravenwood, Rue pendragon. He was very rich and well known, with the highest population of slaves in town. Infact, he was so rich that he lost count of how many slaves he purchased every month and how many he had in total.

Either s*x slaves, chore slaves, royal slaves and numerous others. Chore slave really is best. Every slave omega is always delighted to be categorized under chore slave. It's less stressful compared to other. Specific chores and not random chores are performed as chore slaves. Chore slavery rescues one from numerous never ending errands and orders from royals. It also rescues one from continous daily rough brutal s*x and defilement. Chore slave really is best but remain undesired. None ever desires slavery not even chore slavery. It's only desired and cherished when trapped within slavery options.

Noely took her seat beside her and began, " I told you someone is trying to snatch your positive, I'm sure you must have heard about a new slave that has been causing some trouble lately," " Yeah? I heard a slave attempted to escape and she even tried to kill Alpha Larsen," she chuckled, " it was ridiculous. Well though, this ain't the first time a slave would attempt to escape," " And what becomes the end of such slave?" " Of course they get killed," " And yet, this one isn't." Pweety turned to her with a furrowed brow and a surprised expression. " She's still alive?"

He found himself in a modern world with a circle that seemed to want him dead rather than help him survive. #2-Consequence: He became the center of attraction, putting him in a midst of what could end his life.-'WOMEN' stomach as she listened to what the chief servant referred to as a dish. It was another slave being emancipated to the Youngest Master of the Breguet family as a meal. Slaves were dined as food for the nobles. They were molested and fucked, which often led to death, but the nobles never felt any concern. To them, humans were just food and sex slaves.

"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

Watch your back and trust no one, not even the one you call friends because you might not know what grudges one bears against you" Mariam concluded. Galene looked more confused than she was when Luciana said hers. What they were both talking about sounded more confusing to her. "How is she no longer a slave? For as long as she knew, she has become the master's personal slave and his act of kindness towards her doesn't make her think otherwise. She looked up to Mariam " I do not understand what you and Luciana are talking about. "What do you mean by I'm no longer a slave when I've become an inner chamber slave," Galene said rolling her eyes.

The Thing POV After walking around for several minutes, my Master finally made his way to one of the more secluded rooms. As soon as he entered, the people left, he went over to the sofa and sat down. He put his hand in my hair and sighed. "If I set you free, what would you do?" My Master asks me. I find this question strange because after all, I never imagined my life beyond being a slave. "I was born a slave and I live like one... What else could I be?" I replied.

He said deeper and more demanding. “Do it.” Laila urged. Tilting my head back I took the contents of the glass in one hard swallow. “I Alpha Colton Graham of the Twin Wolves pack claim you Amanda Heartly as my slave. I bind you to me with my blood and now you are mine.” He growled.

Real. “Elina,” I breathed out. I barely heard my own voice. But then I had to remind myself. I didn’t bring her here to protect her, I brought her here to belong..to me. I’ll break her, rebuild her, and she’ll wear my very name like a collar. My pretty little slave.

"Are you at least gonna try and get up?" One of the men stood up hesitantly, still expressing an ample amount of fear for her to threaten his life for answers. "Celie." The man stood tall and finally answered her question. "Ya name... is Celie." "You killed me because I rebelled, right?" Phuture asked. "Because I'm a slave... right?" "Yes... ya was accused of conspiracing a revolt against ya master." "Ugh, what the fuck?" Phuture sighed deeply. "So the slaves are having a revolt, tell me this isn't a civil war!"