Sally Slater Novels & Stories

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.

“What is your ETA?” “My, my, aren’t we an anxious little Alpha.” I chuckle. And in reality she is little. At 5’2” it’s almost hard to believe she’s an Alpha. Up until you see her fight and then there’s not question that the woman is all Alpha. She uses her small stature to her advantage – because she’s small, she is quick and agile in a way that male Alphas generally aren’t. But beyond that, she is also a smart and strategic fighter. I’ve seen her take down some of the strongest warriors out there because she used her brains just as much her strength. Thinking of what a badass she is is only making me again wish that she were my fated mate.

I’d never even considered that. “It’s not very likely in cases like this,” said Griff, soothingly. I glanced at him, wondering what exactly it was he meant by cases like this. “It’s better that you’re prepared for it, though, in any case,” snapped Sally tiredly, rubbing both of her temples with one hand, her knuckles almost bursting through her pasty skin. She didn’t seem like someone who spent much time outdoors, and her darkened office told me that she didn’t relish spending unnecessary time in the sunlight, either.

"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

At last he was gone. Sally breathed a sigh of relief as Lenny Slackitt left her office for the last time. It had been four weeks since Sally & her new Deputy Site Manager, Rachel, had succumbed fully to Lenny's unwelcome but irrefutable sexual demands. Sally had not realised how happy and settled she'd been until the unhygienic mendacious hypochondriac Lenny had entered her well-ordered and successful life. She was the head of the local Small Business Enterprise Scheme office, a government-run concern that promoted local companies.

Elizabeth was at a loss for words. “It seems the good doctor was no match for the captain,” Sally practically hissed. “He ran off with your money and left us to the mercy of these ruffians. You are just as poor and helpless as any woman out on the street. In two more days, if the bastard who had his way with me was telling truth, you go to the slave auction an’ I shall be working on a floating brothel... whatever that is. It sounds like a dream life; don’t it miss?” She laughed sarcastically. “Forget about being a lady. Those days are gone. You ain’t no lady here,” Sally said with snarled sarcasm. “This cannot be true!” Elizabeth screeched.

She called cleaning the tears on her face with her palm. "Sally, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry Sally. I caused all these." Elsa started. Sally stretched her hand from the little holes in the cell gate and reached for Elsa's hands. "Where is your pride princess? I'm just a lowly slave you picked up from the gutters and turned into this- someone with worth. I would have done more for you if I could and I'll gladly give my life for yours." Her words got Elsa more emotional. "I'll try everything I can to save you Sally."

Rosemary shouted. As Chantelle ran out, tears kept coming, no matter how hard Chantelle tried to hold them back. She felt so overwhelmed and alone. How could she possibly get everything done in time? And even if she did, what then? She would still be stuck here, under the thumb of her cruel and controlling relatives. The thought made her feel trapped, like a bird in a cage. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. But it was no use. The tears kept coming, and she felt her shoulders shaking with sobs.