Of Human Bondage Goodreads Mga Nobela at Kwento

" Sarah hadn't had the chance to glance at the papers. I could hear her choke on her own breath at the words I uttered. This man was after my body all along. But he didn't want an one night stand, he wanted a toy in his possession. "Not quite!" He chuckled. This is not what slavery was like baby girl. You can trust me! I have a very close perspective on that subject! " I dunno what his words did to me but I think it created a black hole at my pit. My soul was getting sick at the area around my naval.

She could feel the weight of his gaze upon her, cold and calculating, and she knew that she was powerless to resist the pull of his desire. Zakariah's response was swift and merciless, his words a chilling reminder of the power he held over her fate. "If anyone from higher ranks signs a pardon and takes the convict as a slave, under his protection, a life can be saved," he explained, his voice devoid of emotion as he continued to ravage her body with a relentless determination.

His arms were folded over his chest as he leaned against the doorframe. “Hi...” I closed the journal as I stood up. “You are still reading this?” I shrugged. “It’s interesting.” He nodded absently as he walked in. Looking out from the small window, he said, “Its amazing how human mind can be molded and changed into something else from the circumstances. How a person could do a one eighty from what their mind endured and went through.” I realised he was talking about the French princess and he already knew the whole story. I said, “Humans are hardwired to find a way to survive. Like any animal in the wild, our mind find ways to reason the things and how to live with them.”

the humanoid said while leaning on to him. "What can you give me?" He asked sharply. “Freedom.” The way the humanoid spoke the words are different. It is said in pure honestly, that what he thought, but then he know the truth. “Huh, you think I was born yesterday? People escape from you because you enslave people. I’m not dumb.” There is no freedom in slavery. Not every. At least, not in his knowledge. “Oh boy, people are only slaves because they don't enjoy what they do. But you, I can see you are a smart boy” The humanoid said, in a calm tone , not in a hiss not in a scream. In a tone that is new to his knowing.

"Just you. You're now my beast mate. In addition to my human slave. I'll possess you on every level soon enough. And you'll learn the great value of obedience...And pleasure." *** Though I'd had no idea then, what he spoke of, it didn't take long for me determine something was very wrong that night. He bound me to the loop above the fireplace as he had when Bonnie had arrived to sate his man's desires. Afraid of what it meant for me tonight, I huddled in one of Mardichi's oversized tunics within the shadow of the mantle. Curled against it as I tried to find the last remnants of warmth lingering in the hut.

He had told me the only way to be free, and I didn't know if I could do that thing, because it wasn't as easy as I thought. I needed to kill a hundred people to be free, and I lost hope that I could. It was hopeless; I knew I couldn't even kill an animal, but how much more human? Cain told me to try. My decision was needed, I needed, and whether I was willing to sacrifice a hundred lives or not, everything would change the direction of my life, especially since the curse might become active and would control me at anytime.

Unsought, she found her gaze returning to the leather binding, over and over again. She wondered if the enslaved vampire was real—and okay. If she could help him. A few times, she even opened to the middle of the book before she realised she’d moved. She always darted off before the tale could lure her. And maybe that’s why the ridiculous thing was given to her. To hook her, to send her racing back to work. Well, she didn’t need to work. Money was not a problem for her. More than that, she no longer loved the sciences. Why would she? There was never an explanation, only more difficulties. Because when one puzzle piece wobbled into place, there were always twenty more needed. And in the end,

“Nina, the one you saved, tried to resist arrest while the youngest cried, Abigail, isn’t it?” I couldn’t breathe. I felt something inside me shatter. My mind kept replaying everything I had endured at the hands of this pack. From the death of my parents, to the Farmheads' abuse, and now, the Alpha himself was blackmailing me. My magic was bubbling inside me aching for release as I glared at Cassian. “I advise you to think very carefully about whatever you are about to do,” Cassian warned, his green eyes reflecting anger. The elders stared at me with pure hatred, like I was nothing but a stain to be wiped off their spotless pack.

Eloise Elijah approached, and when he realized what I had seen, his face contorted completely. It was Nalia who dared to say what my mouth could not. “Do you have a dark bond of slavery?” the Gamma asked her brutally. The woman lowered her head and closed her mouth. She wasn't going to say anything because of the bond. “I thought this practice had been abolished centuries ago,” Elijah said, looking closely at the woman. “She is truly alienated and subjugated to her master.”

He wasn't confused. He was worried. For her. "What book?" Ragnar repeated, more firmly this time. Elara swallowed. Her throat felt dry. "I… I don't even know how to explain it," she said, her voice unsteady. "Let me… let me introduce myself first." She drew a shaky breath. "I am Elara Montclair. I'm… human." Her gaze flickered around the room as if reaffirming that fact. "I got a book… an old lady gave it to me. She didn’t look old, not really. Just… strange. Like she knew me."