Shadow Slave Author Novels & Stories

disqusted Haya asked. "What do you maintain I have to say? Hasn’t Tim first pushed you to be my better half? This way, what about now if they think you're my lover?" Asher asked. Haya was definitely more tired. "It's unique! Don't you realize what can happen to me? I'm certain that many individuals tortured me, when I came out of that entrance! Everything my people will say to me?! Kindly assistance me. Settle this!" shocked Haya said.

“I’m sorry; I don’t remember ever meeting you…” “You didn’t.”Granny shook her head, making some pure white strands of hair escape her braid. “Slaves were never allowed in front of vampire elite’s, unless it was to feed. I was a born slave. Served them for over forty years until I was no longer pretty enough to drink from.”

"How do you know this?" "Because I have been here for seven days." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was captured on my way to Shadow Pack. I saw the cooks adding something to the food. And I watched the other slaves eat it, and then they were willing to do anything to please the master, even kill themselves. Kill each other. Whatever the master wanted."

Someone like her? She's never called anyone that; never! People had been the ones to always adore her. Too bad she's not the multi-billionaire Nina again. She's now a sex slave to a devil. "You know what to call me. Don't call me by my name again." He warned. "Ma.....master, I'm...too weak to do anything. My body aches." She finally concluded and waited for an answer. An answer that determines whether she's going to be set free from him this moment or the one that determines she's going to pass soon.

I quickly got down from the bed and rushed out of the room, making my way to the slave dining. When I got there, the long dining table was already filled to the brim with slaves; young and old alike. I managed to find an empty seat facing a male slave and sat down. We were often divided into groups to share a big bowl of food, which often led to fights and arguments about who would eat the most; that moment was always when the elderlies would scold us, telling us we had more stamina than them and should eat less, leading to rebellion from the younger ones.

Poppy assured, seeing the sad look on Imogen's face. "I know" She nodded while Poppy smiled. "That shameless wretch, she managed to seduce the master and his cousin. Then manipulate them into freeing her as a slave, I hate her. She is more worst than Isabella" "At least that means the position of the lord's favourite slave is opened, if we managed to seduce him then we also get to be free," Another slave said, as they murmured among them not minding if Imogen was listening. Poppy hissed at them and patted Imogen's left shoulder

“Let`s hope it won`t get to that, Mastermind.” A wise man once asked, “What would they write about my grave? A free man born as a king, and died as a slave?” They say a slave is a person who is legally owned by another person and is forced to work for them by any means. But with us, people, we illegally make people our slaves by what we benefit from them. Treating them like cookie-cutter crap. But what should we, as slaves, do? We should benefit as they do. That’s 50/50. However, I had to do what I had to do.

I watched her as she walked almost shyly towards the pool like she didn’t know that she was perfect. She dived into the water while I slid into a bench to watch. She transformed immediately she got into the water. It was as if she had just been tossed into her element. Gone was the shy woman I had just washed. In the water she turned into a sexy and confident woman who acted like she knew what she was doing. Now that was a part of her I wanted to see more of. I knew she had in her, but slavery had stripped it all off. I wanted her to return to her old self, the one she was before her life became a mess. I was pretty sure she had not always been so insecure. This was making me starting to ret

" Sarah hadn't had the chance to glance at the papers. I could hear her choke on her own breath at the words I uttered. This man was after my body all along. But he didn't want an one night stand, he wanted a toy in his possession. "Not quite!" He chuckled. This is not what slavery was like baby girl. You can trust me! I have a very close perspective on that subject! " I dunno what his words did to me but I think it created a black hole at my pit. My soul was getting sick at the area around my naval.

His eyes glowing fiery hot as he spoke, his wide huge arms flexing in the air as he huffed with pride and pure vengeance. A wounded man. I knew Tagon too well that he doesn’t make empty promises, he never lied, he was too honest to a fault. My mind's eyes took a little flashback to what it meant to be a slave, the agony, despair, the lashings, concubines and acts of pleasure slaves were subjected to no one deserves to go through so much suffering and the reason I'll fight to get it eradicated. “I’m the worst woman in history, yes! Take your anger on me and burn me to hell. Let my carcass fall on your feet but a life of slavery isn’t what I want to partake in ever again!”