Novel & Cerita Of Human Bondage Goodreads

the bloodline I had set free: “I am human. I am free. I set the book down and struck a match. The flame flickered to life, small and fragile at first, and then I pressed it to the edge of the page. It caught, curling, blackening, and I whispered softly as the fire danced: “All that binds me, all that claims, Leave this world, return your flames.” Smoke spiraled upward, carrying the words with it, and I moved to the next book. One by one, I let the fire take them, letting the flames consume every page, every line, every trace of power I never wanted. The smell of burning paper filled the room, sharp and earthy, but I welcomed it. By the time the last book was ash, I sank to the floor, hands t

If the soulmate bond did not grant that eternal and precious connection described in the book, then surely the rest of the chapters must also be false. Now, I realize I was wrong again. The books of my childhood were right. This bond does exist… and at this very moment, it is consuming me , and terrifying me. The massive black wolf before me slowly takes on human form. I don’t dare look down, afraid to see him in his most natural state. Our eyes remain locked , not for a single moment do they part. His gaze grows darker, a sign that his wolf is satisfied and surrendering control to his human side.

Seraphina’s POV As I waited for my meeting with the Riddle family’s leader, I couldn’t help but think back to the stories I had heard about slaves. Moonbane had never practiced slavery within our borders, but that didn’t mean I was ignorant of the world outside. Helena had told me stories—dark, unsettling ones—about the conditions that slaves endured in other parts of the world. They were property, bought and sold without a second thought. Their fates were determined not by their own choices, but by the whims of their owners.

were even older myths and traditions that traced the origins of our species' emergence from the human shadows. Before, I had never been a big reader. It's interesting how a person's habits can change while in captivity. I picked out an old leather-bound book with yellowed pages. The book felt substantial in my hands, heavier than most things these days. Even the familiar lines were preferable than the never-ending cycle of my own thoughts in the dismal boredom of my incarceration, even if I had already read it twice. The bed creaked as I lowered myself onto it, carefully arranging the chain so it wouldn't pull when I settled back against the headboard. Small accommodations I'd learned to ma

James on the other hand was unusually quiet and brooding over his third glass tonight, detached away from himself. “What is happening to us?”, Nathan questioned, stretching his arms with multiple lines of frustration running across his face. “Just when I thought I didn't matter to them and I'm happy, he just ties me to that slut?”, he ranted, yelling above the loud music blaring around us. Too occupied in my own emptiness to offer any real response, I simply nodded in understanding, acknowledging his frustrations even more clearer as I was in the same position. How convenient for my late father who never even had a glimpse of me from the time of my birth to seal my future with a devil in hum

He naps his powerful jaws into another man’s arm, coating his muzzle with blood. “What’s so good about a mate, anyway?” The blonde man asks, dodging and jumping behind some of his men and weaving through the group, always staying just out of reach. “The mating bond is such a hassle. It’s the highest and most ridiculous form of slavery that the Goddess has saddled us with.” The wolf snarls at the blonde man again. “Do you hear that?” My kidnapper whispers. I ignore him, straining to hear the blonde man as he begins speaking again.

Jennifer POV I think I passed out, I come to my senses and the first thing I reach for was my panties, making sure nothing stupid happened, the rogues are always evil minded and what would come out of their mind when they had a female captive was sex, it seems I was lucky this time. My bra was almost on point, I guess the misalignment was from the beating Larry gave me but I think I’m fine. I’m all alone in this big room filled with dusty boxes, cobwebs in each and every corner, some rats could run each and every time at the room and the stink, it was so disgusting, they are so heartless, I try to move and that’s when I realize I was tied, what! My feet were tied with strong ropes to a huge

His sheets were black but were starting to go grey from being washed too many times. 'Maybe I should buy him some new ones,' she thought before inwardly scolding herself for being such a simp. She knew first-hand it was annoying to have someone simping over you. If he wanted a slave, she would stick to just following the orders... and maybe trying to make him like her as a person as opposed to a living set of fuck holes.

— Let's rescue her. - What?! — Delancy asked in disbelief. — Alpha, this is ridiculous! an old man shouted. — We will not allow our warriors to enter renegade territory because of a simple servant! — another said. — Aaron, baby Listen to the elders. They are right. She means nothing to our pack. Once they kill her, they'll know we're strong. said Delancy. She grabbed my hand. “She's just a useless servant, baby. Anger rose inside me.

After exchanging pleasantries, Khalid took us to a small room, with about thirty other people who were restrained with cuffs at their ankles. "This is the human cargo the merchant sent you to collect. We will deliver them to your ship," he said, gesturing towards the chained humans. "I never thought that I would see such atrocities," Ava said, her voice shaking. "I feel so helpless. Those poor people are treated like animals, like a commodity to be bought and sold, just that, nothing more." I nodded in agreement. "It is just what it is. You will get used to it. Remember in the real sense, humans are no different from cattle."