Sally Slater Novels & Stories

What was holding them up? I saw Marvin take out his belt and begin to beat the cook's daughter. Her screams were painful. "I hope you can live with yourself, Scarlett. Annie is just fifteen." She said, and I did not care one bit. My life was important to me too. Marvin beat Annie until she had cuts on her skin. The cook cried bitterly, and there was nothing we could do. So they chained Annie up and tied her to me. By the time they finished raiding the Redcape settlement, about Twenty-five young women had been chained up as slaves.

"I want these devices made. I want every blacksmith, silversmith, every craftsman to help create these cannons and catapults. It SHOULD be done in one month." The men look around in the room as if they doubt the skills of the craftsmen. Cassandra looks at me from across the table. She blushes and smiles at me, an obvious invitation if I would only accept it. I look away. I will not mount her, for her whorish ways disgust me. She is spoilt goods, having been willingly passed around to the other men. She takes pride in being a whore, unlike Elizabella, who fought so strongly for her free will.

If her cries set the other babies off, too, he’d be out the door as fast as his feet could carry him. Sally returned, darting apprehensive looks at Micheal and Lucia as she put the cup of tea on the mobile tray. “Better now?” she asked hopefully. Sally Bloomfield was the most assertive person Lucia had ever met. She was a brilliant saleswoman, able to talk anybody into anything and make him feel delighted about it. Her appearance was always polished and professional, from her chic auburn hair to her beautifully shod feet. Her smile dazzled, and her bright hazel eyes mesmerised. Sally sailed through life with the blissful belief that no matter what happened, it would turn out for the best. He

If it was to be determined by me, I would treat the issue tomorrow but Jaylen is not a very patient person. "Alvin," I replied. "Come in the door is not locked". I walked in to see the old lady already seated. "Don't feel guilty. I wasn't asleep" she smiled. I sighed in relief. I've known Sally all my life. She's way older than our parents. We even heard that she was a warrior before she settled down to be the head maid of the pack house. She was working not for money but for idleness. She is someone who doesn't like to be idle neither will she allow anyone to be idle.

Sally was standing still a few meters away with her eyes closed, chanting stuff under her breath. “Come on, quick! Gather the bodies. They must not be found, otherwise, we’ll be in serious trouble. It is a crime to kill soldiers in these areas, but they left me with no choice. Damn! This is a mess, and I hate this, but what’s done is done.” Sally said hurriedly, opening her eyes at last. “How did you manage to do that?” Sophia asked in wonder.

"Bad night?" I sank into the chair opposite her, gratefully accepting the caffeine. "You could say that." After taking a long sip, I cut straight to the point. "What do you know about LUXE? And specifically about this designer they keep mentioning—Lazuli?" Sally's eyes lit up instantly. "Lazuli? She was a legend at my Academy." "So you're familiar with her work?" I pressed. "Familiar?" Sally laughed, spinning in her chair to pull a worn portfolio book from her shelf. "She was my absolute idol. The reason I got into jewelry design in the first place."

Damien's mother said, as she pulled Damien outside the door, leaving me and the five maids alone. I remained my chin high, and said in a gentle tone, "Why don't we introduce ourselves first? Greetings ladies, my name is Charlotte Hayes." "That last name won't last though," the 2nd maid said, a cheesy joke coming out from her mouth. Three of them started laughing, like a giggle.

"Quit teasing her. Even if you can't win in looks, you can work on your style." Sally snorted. "I'm not lovesick, and I'm not about to waste time on training my figure or style. These hands ain't for applying mascara!" The tramp laughed. "I guess you're a real specialist!" Sally smiled but said nothing, and everyone took their seats. As Whitney slid a piece of meat on Frank's plate, she asked under her breath, "Why aren't you surprised?" Sally turned toward Frank, thinking the same thing too. After all, Frank was not one who distanced himself from women, with Meg Quill and Sylvie Wal being the precedents.

a lie. He disappears from my sight and reappears but this time he had his cell phone in his hands, he looks for something and then hands it to me. Fearfully I take it but when I saw the image my body trembled with terror as I hear Dalton tell me in my ear that she is his previous slave, my sight blurs as in horror I watch a woman torn to pieces with her legs out of place and her intestines out of her body not to mention the rest. —Loving him... will lead to your death, human.

Robert in disbelief came closer to me and held my chin up revealing red hand marks "Why did she do this?" He asked "Ask her!" Jane said making him look at me "What happened Sally?, and please tell me the truth" I let out a sign and began to explain "She wanted to pay me off to disappear from your life, when I refused, she lost it and thats when she started getting violent" Robert held my cheeks "She also slapped you?" He asked "Yes but don't worry about it, am sure she was just upset and didn't mean to hurt me" "Thats bullshit Sally, I found you almost running out of breath, she would have killed you and yet here you are playing nice" Jane cut in much to my displeasure