Of Human Bondage Goodreads Novels & Stories

It wasn’t the kind of cold that came from the air—it was the kind that started deep in the chest, behind the ribs, and spread out like frost over the heart. Because now they were no longer trading artifacts. Now they were trading people. It began with Lot #96: a “utility-bound domestic” offered as part of a package alongside a minor hexed lantern and a nullification charm. The host’s voice didn’t waver. She presented the item as if it were as ordinary as a cloak clasp. Only it wasn’t an item. It was a girl. Human. Thin. Maybe fifteen. Eyes hollowed out by fear, head bowed in what looked like training—but smelled like terror.

This female was definitely close to the King, and if so, maybe she could help me convince him to let me go free. “Yes, I already read it. Shakespeare.” I answered her. “I love to read and let's face it that in our environment, there are few books of this type. Just books about building, how to be a Luna, or how to be a proper lady.” I said, rolling my eyes and I heard Morgan giggling softly. "I know, right?!" “In some packs, human books of this sort are forbidden. I'm shocked the King didn't banish them here.” I confessed. Even though I didn't want to admit it, I had to say that the King had done some good.

“Do you know what the most delightful thing about humans is?” Humans? He made it sound so foreign. Inferior. “What?” “They want to be at the submission of another. There is less complication, less stress, less everything when you are entirely at the will of someone else.” “Not if they’re terrifying.” Like you. “But even terrifying can be managed.” “How so?” “When the slave learns the appreciation of the master for obedience, they can then become the master.” I shook my head adamantly. “You’re talking nonsense.” “Then why did my girls, the ones you freed, keep coming back to me?”

But in this case,people much worse, more dangerous, more brutal. And so,these children; all teenagers, with the exception of one, nicknamed the bully; fell into the hands of those who seek this evil pleasure. Not just to be stripped of their freedom but to become live players unknowingly. Their lives,an entertainment to their benefactors. And so,the horror of their lives began. -THE BONDAGE TRILOGY "Cameras are ready, sir Auctor." Sir Auctor looked up from the computer system he was operating, his eyes sharp and bright.

”My father not only dishonored the woman who gave birth to me but also brought women and slaves into her matrimonial home a year after she died. “Don't lie to yourself." He's been like that even when your mother was alive. People weren't aware then and your mother didn't want to say anything because she thought that was love — To be quiet, to hope and pray to the Moongoddess that he would change. She thought the bond was enough to hold him back, but she thought wrong because it's people like your father who fight against the bond until they're almost mad. Disagreeing with their wolf even at the expense of how they feel, for pleasure. So I say, will this be your last slave?”

Gabriel Black The silver chains shackled on his ankles rattled against the stone floors beneath him, the silver metal burned and sizzled his skin. It felt as if his skin was melting off the bone. The overwhelming smell invaded his nostrils and his senses were jumbled by the sickening smell all the while his animalistic instincts blocked all rational thought so only one thing remained: the mate bond. He had been down in this cellar for far too long - days, maybe weeks - and now there was almost nothing left of his mind, he's almost completely all wolf and no human thought. The only thing driving him is the pull of the bond, he could feel his soul being pulled, nudged and pushed because his ma

"I even offered my daughter to him. I just want this pack to be stronger and more advanced. Many members like Candy because of her beauty as well as her power. If Mr. Liam and Candy are together, I'm sure this pack will be unbeatable. But he refused my offer." "So, he prefers that human?" "Yes," Candy replied annoyed. "He prefers that lowly human to me. I tried to be patient. Whenever he didn't listen to me, I would give him some understanding. Do you know how many times the pack house was attacked by enemies? I was always there to help her and fend off all the enemies. But she still chose that human." "Does that human help the pack too?" asked one of the guests. "Of course not," interrupted

"Then go. Don't delay it anymore." Renold grinned at his screen. "I'm calling my mom. I'm taking her to Florencia next week." As I looked at their smiling faces, I smiled too. George had been right about one thing. The bad luck of the past year needed to be swept away. However, it wasn't failure we were sweeping away—it was years of contempt and exploitation. With the weight of the past left behind, we stood tall at last, walking into a world that respected talent and labor.

For the first time in centuries, Lucien regretted leaving before he had answers. A day had gone by since the incident at Wickery Bridge. Every time he closed his eyes, the images from that evening returned. The cold water, the weight of her body in his arms, her pulse, proof that she was still alive. She was human. Too human and too fragile. Did she see his face? Feel his strength? Maybe he shouldn't have saved her. That thought was cruel but he risked exposing himself. The rules he had lived by for centuries were once more broken in seconds.

My wolf growled low in my chest, a warning vibration that rattled my ribs. “You tried to make me into you,” I said. “I tried to make you better,” he corrected. “Stronger. Cleaner. Unburdened by attachments.” “You mean unburdened by humanity,” I said. Alessandro leaned forward as far as the restraints allowed. “Humanity is a liability.” The words were spoken with conviction. Belief. No hesitation. “You saw it,” he went on. “The moment bonds formed, you weakened. You hesitated. You questioned orders. You felt. And every feeling pulled you further from what you were meant to be.”