Novel Slave Novels & Stories

I have tears in my eyes as I place my hands on his chest and say. “You don’t want me." "Yes, I do..." "But you just said that I could do better, or did you mean that you could do better? I know I’m not much and can never live up to what you would need..." "Stella..." He interrupts me. I frown and push on his chest a little more, remembering what Nora said and what I learned once I looked it up in the history book. I then interrupt him as I say, "Besides, a slave can never take time off. They are at their Master's beck and call 24 hours, day or night. So Master, Alpha, Sir, what can I do for you this morning?”

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.

Looking at the way beneath us getting father and father away from my home, I feel maybe it is good to be with Cody. Cody parks his car in the garage and we both walk out. This time, we are going back to the palace so we don’t need to hide anymore. Suddenly I hear a woman scream. I stop to have a look. “ Please, please let me go. Don’t kill me.” This voice is kind of familiar. I feel that I have heard it somewhere. “ Dillon, I don’t want to die. Let me go.”“ How dare you call me by my name?” I hear a werewolf growl. Then the poor girl was thrown away like a piece of rag. Now I know that this girl is also a human slave and her master is called Dillon. “ Jenny, you are only a pathetic human sla

I glanced over at Ashton, who wore a tense expression, clearly surprised by the man’s outburst. “That human girl you called Aliyah is a slave. She’s a property of the Connor pack, so you should return her. Otherwise, the royal council will doubt your authority and decision-making. abilities. You’re the new king of Jadeisles, Ashton. So the least you can do is make wise and strategic choices for us." His harsh words painfully constricted my heart. Was this all I was—a slave, an unwanted burden? I knew bringing a human to their kingdom could pose a threat to their secrecy, but I couldn’t help the sting of rejection that washed over me.

The name sounded familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it so I just brushed the thought aside. “Why, Miguel?” “Why what?” “Why me? Why do you even want a slave?” “You interest me that's why. You do things to me just by giving me that death stare.” He let out a sigh. “I want a slave because you're bound by a contract, you will do anything I say. Relationships are meaningless to me, you have more freedom in a relationship and I don't want that. As a slave, you have no choice.” “Psychopath!”

They all bowed to him and looked at the demure girl who was behind him with curiosity. He came to a stop and looked at Penny in the most condescending manner. “This is my humble abode, and you are welcome… to join my servants… to be my slave.” He laughed and his laughter reverberated inside the walls. “This is the last I am going to see you ever. So join the ranks you belong to, you mountain hillbilly and don’t even think of crossing the paths with me, because—” he clenched his jaw with anger, “because next I see you I am going to throw you in a dungeon!” Penny stared at him with wide eyes. “I will kill myself before I work as a slave,” she said with fury rising inside.

Even my master has been a perpetrator of cruelty towards my kind, recounting tales of the worst experiences endured. In the past, he would subject the blood slaves to a cruel fate, depriving them of sustenance, draining their life force, and ultimately ending their existence. I couldn't help but ponder what caused him to transform upon my arrival. His insatiable thirst for blood had garnered infamy in the streets, and tales of his monstrous nature circulated widely. They deemed it a disease, an affliction that corrupted his very essence.

Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? Jean cried silently. "Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean.

Not only that, but it meant that they would always find me. A coy smile tugged at the corner of Lennox’s mouth as he propped his chin on his palm, his lashes sweeping up as his eyes met mine and the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine. “Renee, you seem to be forgetting something. You are our slave…” His smile deepened, and he cast a glance at Levi. “Brother, can you please explain what a slave means to this woman?” Levi’s eyes brightened like he couldn’t wait to demean me and explain my role to me. “A slave is someone who is held in forced servitude. They have little to no say over their lives and live to obey their masters”

I haven't had any conversation except when I screamed in pain. I whined at the memories clouding my head. "You were a slave before coming here? I should have noticed, your wrist has shackles marks. Your ankles too." Lana pointed and I looked at my wrist, they were badly bruised, turning a deep shade of purple and I glanced at the marks on my ankles. They were fading a tiny bit. "The Alpha has never had a slave before. So don't think you're a slave here. You're a maid and there's a huge difference between the two."