Of Human Bondage Goodreads Novels & Stories

She cried out uncontrollably, her voice shuddering together as she fell to the ground, wailing. “I promise you, I'll stand up for myself next time and fight back. Please don't take back your proposal. Don't divorce me.” “I don't want to go back to the crescent moon pack. I don't want them to start treating me like a slave again. I like it here. Everyone treats me equal.” She wailed out like a baby, her voice softening my heart, which I tried shutting down but couldn't.The mate bond was something different At the end, I found myself leaning towards her and pulling her in a tight hug.

Giving up her job would mean resigning herself to a life of mediocrity with the Shows. Thus, she argued with Laura. However, the old woman was a master manipulator. Even though she had beaten Queenie severely, she played the victim in front of Francis, milking his sympathy.

How could the man who was going to pass my death sentence be the person I was bonded to. Eden turned his gaze towards me and a small sneer broke out across his face. “You, Lily, daughter of Bobby shall become the slave of the rogues. I felt;t a cold chill pass through my body as I stared at Eden who looked back at me with hate in his eyes like I was something about to be discarded. “You shall be drugged in order to prevent you from shifting or causing any havoc, you shall be chained and shackled in order to prevent you from thinking about escaping from this place and you shall work as a slave of this pack.

"Edon, I beseech you to exercise caution. The forbidden forest earned its name for a reason. It is a place of darkness and peril. Our beloved father, the king, would not wish for you to put yourself in harm's way. Remember, you are the sole heir to the throne, the hope of our kingdom." Prince Edon's gaze met his sister's, his voice filled with a mix of determination and uncertainty. "I understand your concerns, dear Cirena, but something inexplicable transpired within that forbidden realm yesterday. Amidst the hunt, I caught a glimpse of a sight so unexpected—a human foot amidst the ancient trees. It may have been a mere trick of the forest, or perhaps a portent of greater mysteries yet to b

The Lycan and werewolf mating bond is like a drug, the most addictive drug possible, all-consuming that no amount of rehabilitation can truly free you from it. Like any enslaving drug, it takes away what you truly feel and think and replaces those with illusions, compulsions and an endless unwarranted longing for another. You are a slave to it and it lures you in with passion and lust. You Suddenly love, and lust, are totally connected with someone that before the bond existed was nothing to you, possibly even an enemy, or not the gender you prefer. It takes away choice, independence and most importantly individuality. It also rides in tandem, is complicit with the rank system of Lycans an

He looked at the human beings in front of him, raised his hand, and cut off their shackles. "You're free now. Hurry up and get out of here!" Unexpectedly, these twenty human beings looked at him in a daze, and no one moved. Only a young man's eyes lit up for a while, but they soon darkened. Chu Xun let out a soft sigh. "These people have been enslaved for too long and have long been numb. I'm afraid that they have forgotten that they are human beings, and the only thing that they know is to follow orders."

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.

Then, a rasping voice, laced with a hint of madness, emerged from the darkness beneath the hood. "I… I was a scholar," it croaked, "driven by a thirst for knowledge forbidden. Now, I am… trapped, consumed by the whispers." A wave of empathy washed over Maya, the tracker known for her keen senses and compassionate nature. "We can help you," she offered cautiously, "but you have to let go of the book." The figure clutched the book tighter, its knuckles turning white. "The power… it promises freedom," it rasped, the whispers intertwining with its words. "Freedom from pain, from fear… from everything."

"A real one. It's messy and it was forced, but it's real. And the Un-Made is still in there. Our bond is the lock on its cage. If we fracture, the lock weakens." He finally looked at her. The molten gold of her eyes seemed to see right through him, down to the scared, reluctant man beneath the archivist. "So we're just… bound? Forever? Because of a mistake I made?" "No," she said, stepping closer. The hum between them intensified, a chord of tension and potential. "We're bound because we both chose to save our people. The 'how' was desperate, but the 'why' was pure. The blood doesn't lie about that."

“You are only hurting yourself whenever you pull your hand. You might also break your bone so stop it." This man's voice is authoritative but I will not follow his orders. I am not his maid or slave for him to tell me what to do. If he just let me go, I will stop struggling too. “I will not let you go since I spent sixty million on you." He suddenly stopped walking. “Or should I just auction you again for a higher price?"