Novel & Cerita Of Human Bondage Goodreads

1 Warning: This chapter contains powerful language and torture. Please read it at your own risk. Lana's POV I wonder those people who can absolutely get everything they utter, from a castle of chocolates to showers in golds, like the world is just for them; made for them, served to them. People are their slaves; women their properties, men their defenders. They care about no one, just all themselves and their thirst for more and more. The hunger of power never ends for them, it keeps growing and ultimately leads towards the destruction of mankind.

“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?”

I was so used to eating once or twice a day, and usually in small portions, so in my mind I had eaten enough to last me until the next day. The room door opened and I heard someone walk in, I assumed it was just another maid so I didn't bother looking up."You can leave it on the table next to the other. I promise I'll eat it in a few" I said, absent minded. These books were so unusual, talking about times as if humans were slaves to a more powerful creature. It was the history of a night creature that held the power of illusion. There only weakness, emotion.

My mouth hands open at the sight of the glimmering coins, I'm surprised that someone can be in possession of so much money. The man counts the coins and hands it over to the pudge slave trader. Oroi bows lowly as he receives the coins. Then, Oroi gives orders to the soldiers who freed us from our cages and are standing by. The soldiers grab the people the man points at and ties a rope round their necks. The rope is very long and ties all of them into a long chain. The people are whimpering and groaning, their legs are weak and are visibly trembling and shaking. There are nine tied up already, one left. I bow my head and stare at the ground, I don't want to be picked.

The ledger that had reduced lives to weights and numbers. I thought of Lila’s broken laugh, Master Binder’s cold eyes, the other captives whose names I didn’t know. “You’re not doing this for me,” I said. “No,” he said. “I’m doing it because I can’t stand the sight of what I was part of anymore. If I were a better man, that would have been true years ago. I’m not. I’m just…the one who finally woke up with your blood on his hands and realized it wasn’t going to wash off.”

"There is no strength in being ruthless just because your father demands it. Look at the brutal, merciless path this family is taking. You are destroying innocent people for corporate power. You are turning into monsters, Victor. All of you. You are losing your humanity." Victor scoffed bitterly, his upper lip curling into a cruel sneer. "We are wolves, Mother. We left our humanity behind a long time ago." "Then you are truly lost," she whispered, her voice dropping into a heartbroken tone. Then my mother turned her attention to the metal binding my wrists and ankles. She had to take the larger chain and start breaking it. She pulled with all her physical might, but it was impossible for her

On the day of my ascension, Yasmin, under the pretense of a celebratory toast, poisoned me. I watched her revel in her supposed victory, but I kept silent about one crucial fact: Wyverns are innately arrogant and hold humans in contempt. Sure, a mystic contract could bind a Wyvern to serve as a magical guardian, but it would do so begrudgingly. In my previous life, when the white Wyvern first hatched, I was ecstatic. However, joy turned to dismay as I realized it would not heed my commands. It wreaked havoc, each incident more catastrophic than the last, all to compel me to break our bond.

"Soul-Shatter Weed, Bond-Breaker Dew, Reaper's Kiss... She was researching how to destroy the soul bond between fated mates." "What else?" "She... she also bought a lot of material on how to make a werewolf fall ill without a trace," he flipped to another page. "Including the Compendium of Soul Curses and the Manual of Chronic Poisoning." Every word was a dagger in my heart. This venomous woman had been planning murder since she was a child. And I had treated her like an innocent little sister. "What did she buy recently?" Derrick hesitated, then flipped to the last few pages.

"Let me see." I moved closer, but still stayed out of reach and showed him my arms.. His frown got deeper as he stared at my unmarked skin and I could see him trying to figure out what was happening. "Maybe the mate bond is doing something different with you," He said but sounded unsure. "Or maybe you are not as human as everyone thinks." "But I have always been human," I said even though the golden light that came from me yesterday suggested otherwise. “I grew up as a human slave and nobody ever said anything about me being different."

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.