Shadow Slave Author Novelas e Histórias

I looked at him and I was sure that my heart skipped a beat at how intense he was staring at me. However, he was only being intense because he wanted me to fully understand his words. I nodded my head. Feeling my body fueled with non-existent courage. But at least, now Asher's words could be overpowered by Philip's own. I am a slave, but that doesn't define me. "I know you all probably hate to see me, '' I started. And they all looked like ive got their attention. "Because I'm not your leader, nor am I your heir". I said, "I am a born a slave, born beneath all of you". I continued, my heart did not stop racing.

I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.

Turned out I was wrong. Because already had something up his sleeve. I didn’t know it yet, but another Slave Games was coming. And it was coming a lot sooner than I expected.

The General's face was stern, caught in a difficult dilemma. "If I may speak, Master," I managed to say in a small voice, keeping my head bowed low. "You may speak," he replied, and I saw Madam Melania's legs step back. "It wasn't my intention. I never planned any of this. I lost my dignity that night, but it doesn't matter; slaves are less than humans in this world, and we do not aspire for more. I know and respect my place," I started trying to find the right words so they would know I wasn't out to destroy them, as Madam Melania implied.

"The little slave who thinks she is special now because she is mated to the executioner." "Please just leave me alone." I managed to whisper, but my voice came out so weak it was pathetic. Hunter laughed and it was an ugly sound that made my skin crawl. "You really think you matter now, don't you? You are still just a worthless slave who got lucky, but that luck is about to run out because you will be dead soon anyway." He moved closer and I backed up, my entire body trembling until I hit the stone railing of the balcony and had nowhere else to go.

Evelyn’s uncle blurted out, trying to save his own skin. Zach cocked his brow. “Mmmmm, tell me about this…. debt.” Evelyn’s uncle shivered when the man behind him kicked him again. He looked around and saw that many men in black were holding guns. He dared not lie to the man in front of him. He proceeded to tell Zach about the debt with Damian and how Evelyn had become his slave pet. An evil smirk plastered Zach’s face when he heard the details. “Interesting.” He then gave his subordinate a look.

Evie P.O.V Despair and confusion had been my companion ever since I was abandoned in the section assigned to the slaves. Working as a slave was pretty exhausting. The harsh words and the insults were things I would never get accustomed to, but I knew I was thicker than my skin and I deserved a proper explanation from Damon about why I was brought in here as a slave when I wasn't in any way affiliated to the Wolves. I tugged the strand of hair that fell on my face behind my ear as I beat the beautiful Persian carpets with a club till there wasn't a speck of dust found in them.

As long as he had the coin, nothing else mattered. “She seems to be important to you,” Vanilla said, breaking my thoughts. I must have been wearing a despondent look on my face, because she was frowning. Staring at me with a gleam of pity in her eyes. “I don’t know what she is to you, but take my advice: don’t expect anything like friendship or love from another slave. Especially one with a master like that. Their minds break, you know. And they just…stop existing.” Her works pricked at me like a needle. I furrowed my brows in anger and Vanilla’s frown deepened. She reached out and touched my arm.

In the corner was even a tall shelf full of all different kinds of books. I got the most excited when I saw a bath readied for me. The steaming liquid calling for me.. the tub big enough to submerge myself up to my neck. I nodded my head at the men and the guards stepped shut the door, leaving me in my room all to myself. Maybe.. being a slave won’t be so horrible.. if I could just follow the rules. ••••••••••••••••••••••