Shadow Slave Author Novels & Stories

Roger replied with a slight smile as they shake hands again after which, he outstretched his hand to shake the other party’s. “Deal” Beta Miguel did the same as he grabbed the other members hands and shake, the deal was completed and I, Emma Mondragon, had officially become a slave. ** I don’t know how long it’s been all i know is that we’ve been in a constant rush for the past few days, we came by quite a few stops to collect the other slaves that the Slavers were supposed to deliver, as of now, we were here in one of their bases to collect the other slaves held there and unlike all the other slaves, I am not chained with iron chains. Instead, I am handcuffed with silver, shackled hands and

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.

It didn’t sound realistic to me either. “You’re right, I was just bought from the underground society, but can’t slaves change their lives? You see, I am the one standing before you while you are there kneeling with shackles in your hands and legs. You’re looking down on me because I’m a lowly slave even when I don’t look like one, but who looks like a poor dog right now?” Nikolai growled and tried to claw me but he couldn’t because of his shackles. I gave him a small smile, which pissed him off more.

When the door opened, she was shocked to see the slave. Delaney didn't know why she was feeling threatened by the stunning lady she saw. She was very beautiful, more than the other slaves, more than her..

A willful desire that I might feel some kind of connection with a human being even when that was not even remotely possible. But then I remembered that I was a cursed creature and I did not even have my own soul. Only human beings were allowed to have one. Not demons, not angels. Everyone had their souls up to the person who owned heaven and Hell. And neither could we. And once you wrote off your soul, whatever the condition might be, you were going to be always owned by someone else. Guess that was the place from where the concept of slavery had originated. And then suddenly as soon as Leah was out for lunch, ten minutes later the bell of the shop door jangled. I looked up. It was him again

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® Evening came slowly and the day was darkening. Olive sat near the pool, hugging her legs as she watched the water. Tears left her eyes as the thoughts rushed to her. She was a Slave. Even if things turned out well for her, she's still a Slave. That pierced her heart deep and she cried silently. She wasn't poor, she wasn't a peasant. She was just like every other kid, rich and beautiful untill her father died and Willed everything to that woman.

The woman wiped her tears as Helen's eyes welled up. 'How could Marcel be this cruel? How could Marcel let this happen?' Helen thought to herself. And the woman continued, "After a period, they start selling these girls to different countries, some are sold for slavery and some for prostitution. All the girls in here are virgins and if they are not, they turn them into a virgin by stitching their genitals. Once their masters are done with them, they get them back here but the animals in here resell them to other countries again." The woman's feet gave up as she dropped onto the floor.

I see him breathe again and his hand trembles, his sadness begins to be palpable, and his aura becomes denser. "Many centuries ago, I abolished this horrible practice of slavery from my lands... I always thought that when I found my other half, she would be free, and then we could rule, regardless of her status." Soren continues speaking and lowers his hand. "It seems that something in me had already foreseen something like this... I just didn't expect to find you in foreign lands." Soren runs his hand through his blond hair. I think he's desperate and that I should care, but after everything I've been through... Never... He's also a King, he's also a ruler, and none of that will change the

"That bastard has been busy smuggling food from the borders of Cotonou and he's been slacking. I've been watching him closely. He doesn't work hard for the amount of money his pauper of a father owes me. Instead he eats and eats and then wipes off his sweat every minute of work like some pregnant woman. Such a person isn't useful and is unable to work hard for the loan which couldn't be refunded. Hence I had to get rid of him. In life, if you refuse to be useful, you become useless automatically." How did he expect the slave to work so tirelessly without looking for a means to eat. I couldn't blame the slave for doing what he did because the monster had starved me for five days and I'm still

Sharriah said, bowing her head down, as she held her legs, as if her life depended on it, she did not Care if she was naked or not, what mattered to her at that moment was to survive, "OK, I will, now go dress up" Fiona said, watching as the slave left her legs and left the bathroom, the slave did not seem to hide her nakedness like before, and she was able to see her naked back, she have a nice shape, that will cause men drilling over her, she definitely is beautiful. Fiona waved her head in pity, such a pretty young girl had to be subjected to slavery. "Am done with my clothe Miss Fiona"