Novel & Cerita Of Human Bondage Goodreads

he shared and paused. “I could tell by the taste of the man’s blood that he was heavy into alcohol and drugs. When a human is that addicted, there is usually not much hope for them. Most often, they continue until they inevitably overdose or commit an act of violence that lands them in jail. I could tell by the disheveled state of the girls that his life wasn’t worth sparing. Once he was dead and I was able to calm Tasha and Trisha so they would listen to me, I learned their truth. Their mother had passed away during childbirth, and the man was their father. The girls had never been given an education and barely had their most basic needs met. It was a risk, but I told them what I was and of

”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?”

“Do you think I love it—killing and hurting people at the slightest to prove a point?” “No—” he shook his head. “There is no way I do.” “I don't enjoy it one single bit. I have hurt even my own family because of him. It's not an ordinary bond we share. It's more than what you think it is—more than an operating human mind and I need you to understand this.” I didn't speak. What was I supposed to say to the tale of a man who was in bondage as I was, or maybe not? Maybe this was all a lie. I'd be damned to trust anyone here. Another tired sigh ran out of my mouth and I fell on the bed.

The way both of us rushed to him without thinking when he cried out. That was not normal. That was not acceptable. If I stay here, I’m certain I will become that human’s slave if not his puppet. And I would not stay here long enough for it to become permanent. I slammed my bag shut and stood in the middle of my room, breathing hard, my monster pacing violently inside me. “This bond is useless,” I muttered aloud. “And I will break it.” Even if it destroys everything else in the process.

‘Once the Dragons invaded, and the Human Kingdoms began to band together, a lot of reforms were made…’ According to the book, despite the official ban on slavery, there were still individuals involved in the illicit slave trade, both as buyers and sellers. However, they were considered the worst kinds of criminals within the United Human Alliance. They usually operated in secret—deep in the inner recesses of the Black Market. ‘This is just awful… treating humans as commodities…’ It seemed no matter the world, the stain of slavery remained in their history. Thankfully, it wasn’t legal anymore. ‘If it was, I’d have some serious issues with this place.’ As Alicia had these thoughts, she noticed

We moved under the cloak of night, avoiding the scorching heat of the day. A weak woman languished in a cell, consuming only a quarter can of food daily, which left her frail and powerless, yet she clung to life. Bound by her faith, she feared that suicide would condemn her to eternal damnation, so she endured her suffering, tethered to a sliver of hope. The slave master eventually herded her out with 80 others, all long unsold and languishing, their lives dwindling away. “Be grateful, someone has bought all of you,” he announced, a hollow attempt at consolation.

It was more than instinct—it was fate, inescapable and binding. I shifted restlessly, running a hand through my hair. This bond wasn’t just a complication; it was a threat to everything I had built, to the delicate balance of power I maintained. To bond with a human was to defy the very core of our traditions, to invite rebellion within the rebellion. Yet the bond thrummed beneath my skin, its rhythm like the beat of a second heart. I hated it. I needed it. Finally, exhaustion overtook me, dragging me into a restless slumber. But peace did not follow.

I looked slightly over at Shayna, I could feel her uneasiness, this was not her typical place to be, obviously, but she is not thinking twice about dumping me here. “My friends and I are here to give you a gift, just for a small amount of money, anything would do," Linda said as she caressed the man's round belly with her hand, then moved it to his chest. Of course, I was the gift, a gift none of them owned. I was being sold as a slave.

Ancient civilizations were tainted with slavery. “I can’t let you.” “Excuse me?” “I can’t let you bring back slavery!” “You must be mad.” He looked at me like I was crazy. “There will always be slaves, Samson. Ask your fellow newcomers. There is still slavery happening in some parts of your world.” “There are people still fighting to end it.” He laughed, “Trust me, Samson. It won’t end. It’s in our human nature to enslave others for their own benefit. It happened here in this world. You cannot deny this is what humans do.”

There, a familiar aura caught his attention. The man who stole his book gave it to the familiar man. When he realized how happy and excited the man was, unconsciously he smiled and his tear dropped on his left cheek. In his mind, he reminded him of Venise. After that encounter, he went there a lot of time and investigate. Who were this people? And why this syndicate abused slaves, not just in Tillbury but also from Northcrest? He wasn’t supposed to meddle in their business, not until Andrius’ name was mentioned from the boss.