Novel & Cerita Novels About Slavery

The shelter on 9th and Crenshaw looked smaller than Meekey expected. Just a square of brick and peeling paint, wedged between an auto shop and a boarded-up deli. But when she stepped inside, warmth radiated from every corner—blankets stacked neatly in bins, laughter drifting from the kitchen, volunteers handing out hot bowls of soup to people who hadn’t eaten since yesterday. It was the kind of place Meekey never would’ve stepped foot in before prison. Back then, her pride was too sharp. She used to think places like this were for the weak.

Sophia replied "I wish things were different" "Me too but that's how the cookie dough rolls" "So,the bible isn't a religion book?" Jennifer asked "No,it's our history book that tells us who we are,who the others that put our people into slavery are, what happened before slavery,what made slavery happened,what happens after slavery and all that other stuff that I still need to study on" Sophia replied "So,what's the history books that they put in the schools?" Jennifer asked "A book full of lies and dookie" Sophia replied

" Don't you think is wise to leave these god damned forsaken place, it sickens me everyday, you never for once tried to escape, you wanna remain stuck in here" She said standing up and walking near her cell mate. "I really wanna leave here you know, but, you tried escaping and have been caught and totured numerously, the only way you can try escaping is been sold as a SLAVE who might give you a more dangerous life or a good life, but the chances of getting a good life is minimal" Rachel said reminding her of some stories, she had heard news about slaves getting sold to good masters "But also I heard news about slaves been sold to their evil masters and were forcefully sexually assaulted or k

Phuture read more notes inside the bible while she walked a long stroll down a dirt road after finally escaping the woods. As a slave herself, Celie Ward was an advocate against slavery for her entire life. She had grown more involved after her father's death, having a bigger role to fill with his vacancy. She started reading when she was a child, taught by her intellectual father before he posioned the master. When her father successfully poisoned and killed the master, his own fellow slaves sold him out to spare other lives. They would've likely killed everyone in efforts of finding the culprit, so her father decided to face the consequences instead of running away.

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.

That is what her mistress always tells her. She has always wished to be bought by someone like Mr Charles, Emily master. A noble and righteous man who got Emily because his wife was barren, to give birth, he has to take a new wife but he loves his wife deeply so he got a slave instead. And since they brought in Emily, they started treating her like family, it is hard to say if Emily was a slave once. She want a master like that, but she could only wish. Her fate depends on today's auction, whoever she gets sold to. But what is even more worst than getting sold is not getting sold.

Her scalp burned under the searing sun as she stood in line and awaited her turn to be pushed onto the block and bargained over like an animal. Since slavery was abolished in England, Elizabeth had never witnessed such a sale. Even if slavery was still legal, she would never have been allowed to attend such an event. It was unseemly for a lady to be exposed to such. Even in her state of murky twilight, she was acutely aware of how horridly humiliating it was for the captives who preceded her.

"And soon they will think that by going after you, they can get to me. They'll think they can use you to weaken me, to force my hand. You have ignited something you don't understand." I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t breathe. “What do you think I should do? Hmm? Maybe I should give you out to them to avoid a mafia war between two cartels, don't you think?" I stiffened, every muscle in my body locking up. What..? “No,” I whispered before I could stop myself, my voice trembling. “I don’t want to go back there. Please, I'll do anything for you. I’ll be your slave, your toy, your property…anything! Just tell me!”

I didn’t expect that my uncle would rape Emelia and torture Emelia. So in my mind, although I hate my uncle, I hate myself even more. It was all my fault. I should not have chosen Emelia as my slave. I should not have abandoned her this morning. If I had not chosen her as my slave, she would not have suffered so much. If I had not abandoned her, she would not have been raped again. Yes, again. She was raped by me for the first time and then, because of my fault, she was almost raped by my uncle again. I can not imagine how terrible she is feeling now, but I can do nothing other than feel guilty.

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