Princess Amber Feet Slave Novels & Stories

but I remembered my mother now how can I give up on her this easy and leave her in my fathers mercy , I am not leaving without at least a fight , managed to cut their leader who was twice my size , directly in his left eye , who smirked in pain , all held me while I was furiously struggling and hitting whoever I could , but they held me tight from my frightened extremities . “if you resist anymore it is going to hurt more, and I want to hurt you more, princess” he said while harshly graping me from my hair and draging me to the walls of the arena , I screamed in pain , he raised me up high from my hair that I no longer can reach the ground , I felt my hair getting torn from my scalp. I saw t

"Why not take the one beside her", somebody said and I gasped in shock. I turned to see the one who spoke and it turned out to be Jo's. I looked at the psychopath as if I was just seeing her for the first time. "You said what?", the slave master said and Jo's grinned. "That one before you.", she nodded towards me. "She is known as the Slave princess, cherished by almost every man in The Oak.", her eyes met mine briefly and she continued. "Her hair is a burnt blonde but you will think she is brunette. All shre can do, you will be surprised ".

She had never asked for more. Shame filled Amber's very being, she had told the Oracle that she didn't care about her people, she didn't care about being a Queen but now looking at her people it dawned upon her that what she was going to do. . . She was going to forsake the people who love her with all their hearts just because her mate broke her heart. Amber was going going to make her own father kill her just to make him loathe the Fey Princess for the rest of their immortal lives.

Amber thought her heart would explode from beating so fast. She was wearing a pink off-shoulder dress and stillettos which she have never worn before. Her hair was in a messy bun and she was wearing a heavy make up that made her look like a completely different person. "You're new here?" a red hair woman just her age asked Amber. Amber nodded her head. "Y-Yeah..." "That's why. Don't worry. After this, we're millionaires. The only bad side is, if our bidder likes us, they will surely make us their sex slaves. That is why you should pray your bidder wouldn't like your service."

a booming voice did. "How. Dare. You?" It boomed. She jumped up on her feet, her eyes shooting brightly as she watched him approach her with steady, heavy feet. "What are you doing there on my bed?" "Your...Your...You told me to warm it up for you Your Majesty." She stuttered, moving backward as she did. La Reine could not believe it. She! The famous princess of the ICANAR Kingdome was now a slave and what was even more shocking was that she was now in the room of the King of Bakarish, naked with just her underwear.

The servant wasn’t injured yet, and it was only when I focused harder to see and hear, regretting not having Echo or my werewolf abilities now, that I saw the servant was a brunette. “Please, master, don’t send me away! Just kill me instead. I don’t want to leave while my friend’s still here! She’ll be heartbroken. Please, do this for her! Please, let me stay!” That voice. That hair. That face. My heart leaped when I realized it was Amber on the floor, begging Liev for only the goddess knows what. She looked miserable and desperate, and my heart broke into a million pieces seeing her like this.

Her white blonde hair tumbled in waves down her back, her makeup elegant with silver shadow and frosted glazed lips. Amber sighed. Even in a room full of drunk people, Amber would never look as beautiful and poised as the heiress did. She would never be one of them, even if she married Leo and became rich as fuck. You could take the girl out of the slum, but you could never take the slum out of the girl.

Amber walks away heading to the woods as Jarret walks over to help Bret out "We have to follow her," Jarret says as she helps Bret up. Jarret and Bret have been following Amber. "She's going to where we killed those men," Bret said. **** After minutes of walking in silence, Bret says "You can trust me. I know Amber is the princess of all Calesien," "You do not know what you are..." Jarret was saying until Bret cut her short and said

Jake asked her while pulling the dead boar from the ground to their place. Amira just shrugged and smiled at them. " Simple, just luck!" She muttered and place her tool on her back. Agnes was quite disappointed in herself. She's not happy after all. She only plays nicely to her princess because it's her role. She's a slave of the kingdom. She's only a servant. She's not even her friend, she only fantasizes about it. "Good job, my lady! You did well today!" She fakenly blurted out while rolling her eyes at the back of her.

A princess, especially Iris, wouldn't even entertain talking to this man. I tried to turn away from him and continue towards the car when the man grabbed my wrist. It wasn't very aggressive but clearly a problem was forming as he wouldn't let me go. Out of my peripherals, I could see the prince hastily marching over. I could sense his presence, everyone could, except this gentleman who was seemingly full of himself. "It's just, you remind me of someone else. Someone a bit less…royal." The man pursed his lip as he tried to wrack his brain, but it seemed he already knew of me as Amber, the maid, and this was all an attempt rouse trouble.