Princess Amber Feet Slave Novels & Stories

Her teeth kept shaking,she heard the laughter before she looked up at who it was. "Princesses don't need that much sleep you know?" Mikhaila said throwing the bucket she held in her hand on the floor and it made a loud noise as it hit the ground making Amber flinch,she was tired,still in pain and was weak,she was also hungry and parched,she has been licking and trying to survive on her saliva but now it looked like it was drying up,all through the night she couldn't sleep,not only was her baby awake and was kicking the cold was also another reason why she couldn't sleep,she had begged Mikhaila yesterday to atleast close the window but instead she got hit hard across the face as Amber thought

"Enough with all this shit, Aliyah. You're coming with me. Right where you belong!" He was about to lay a hand on me when a voice boomed from behind him, freezing us both in place. "She's not going anywhere, Brayden. She stays here." Brayden chuckled and spun around to face King Ashton. "I told you, you can't keep a slave without the royal committee, Ashton. She's mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure she knows it!" "She's no longer a slave, Brayden. If that's what you believe, then you clearly haven't been paying attention," the king said, tipping his chin toward my neck. "She's not yours to claim."

Alice quickly lowered her head and kneeled, pretending to pick up the glass shards on the floor while Amber scolded her. "How many times do I have to tell you that you are a useless and worthless slave! You only cause me trouble. I should sell you to the first trader that passes by!" Amber raged, stomping her feet on the ground and crossing her arms over her ample chest. "No, miss, please! I had an accident, fell off a cliff, and just got back. My body is all bruised, and I barely have the strength to carry a simple aluminum tray. Please, let me rest, have mercy on me, I beg you! Let me see a doctor!" Ellen murmured desperately, fully immersing herself in the role.

she demanded an explanation. Silas shook his head at her stupidity. "Amber, you shouldn't have provoked Chelsea. She is the Dankworth princess. If you anger her, pushing you into the pool will not be your only punishment. What if she target the Rossi group and Davis group? Can you bear the consequences of your actions?" he scolded Amber, who remain quiet. She is quietly fuming in her head. She knows Silas is right. She cannot offend Chelsea and live the aftermath. "Here, let me help you" Silas offered his hand to Amber and pulled her out of the water. He draped a towel around her, pretending to be a loving fiancee.

� 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕). 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉

She was a trace of her aborigines and a proof that she came from those native tribes who are living like a vagabond. Alminah wanted to push his hands off her but she suppressed the urge. Instead, she held her chin up and spoke in low voice. “I didn’t know that the prince would love to waste his time on the street announcing senseless things. No wonder you haven’t defeated my tribe for many decades now.” The prince put on more pressure on her shoulder which made her slightly whimpered. “You are in my land now, princess. Don’t say anything as you please or I swear to cut your throat after your father.”

he explains with merriment in his voice and Amy nods, feeling a bit pathetic for the slaves, it hurts that human just like she has to go through so many pain, just before they survive. Upon hearing that, Amelia’s heart stiffened, she had been a slave with collars always dangling on her neck, and her emotions always trembled on, always getting whipped for any little thing before the truth makes its way out, before the princess finally chooses her as her personal maid, she knows how slaves are being treated, thus, she feels completely sympathetic towards them. “I will have to go now, I should be present there.” He mumbled and Amy nods. “Perhaps you might want to come.” He suggest and she rethi

it was a little funny and cute at the same time but we had to hurry and get out so there was no time for me to dwell on the cuteness of my disorientated mate. I was angered by the conditions in which they had been keeping her because Amber was a queen and she didn’t deserve to be treated like some kind of a prisoner who had committed some kind of a big crime. The only crime she seemed to have committed in their eyes was to be born and to search for a place in which she fits in perfectly.

A sculptor could not have fashioned her seraph’s ears and pixie’s nose any better, But she was unfortunately in a slave's dress. Prince Alexandra was so interested, He could not resist grasping this unreal beauty, "Who's that gorgeousness ?" Prince Alex asked. "My prince, She's the daughter of late sinner Redmaine, She's Alpha Blake's slave !" His new servant said. "Are you for real, That man killed my parents ?" Prince Alex asked. "Yes my prince !" He responded.

“Welcome to our palace, Amber Smith. Now, you are officially the mistress of this cottage. I hope you always feel comfortable in our home.” Warmth immediately enveloped the woman's heart. Even though the door hadn't been closed yet, she wasn't bothered by the air from outside. “Why are you kneeling before me? Aren't you the king? I'm the one who should kneel to you," Amber said while stroking her husband's cheek. “I am the king who serves my queen. You occupy the highest throne in this palace, Precious. So now, allow me to carry out my first task.” Adam took her hand and kissed it briefly. However, instead of widening her smile, Amber furrowed her brows even deeper.