Shadow Slave Author Novels & Stories

She smiled as she laid the paper on the floor and sat on the floor ready to write. 'Hey, I'm sorry to announce this to you in a paper and not physically but then again it's important to let you know.' 'I would no longer be staying here anymore as our author and finisher has defined.' 'I mean, Ice Pick. He already assigned my duty to me today but then the most shocking news came and I had to pack my luggages to his apartment.' 'I don't know whatever reason he has and I don't want to know but he said it clearly that I'll be Personal slave.'

Real. “Elina,” I breathed out. I barely heard my own voice. But then I had to remind myself. I didn’t bring her here to protect her, I brought her here to belong..to me. I’ll break her, rebuild her, and she’ll wear my very name like a collar. My pretty little slave.

"It's master for you, slave. I am still the controller of your life, and you dare warn me to let you go. You sure have a lot of nerve." "Slave?" she sneered. "It's been a long time since I heard that name." "I am not your slave. My name is Anne." "The slave that I bought with my money has developed a lot of nerve to dare to defy me. She even told me she was not my slave. Your name is Anne, right? But I don't care if you are Anne or not. A slave doesn't have a name. They don't deserve a name. My slave dares to revolt against me. I think she has forgotten how cruel I was. That's why she felt the need to protest against me.

Ragnar still hadn't retreated. “But of course,” Melany said. “You do not really worry about your slaves, do you?” My eyes lifted to meet hers. “I heard what happens to them,” she continued, slower this time. “You fuck them. Then they die.” I did not flinch. I’d grown used to the blood on my hands. But hearing it from her, said aloud... Still, I kept my voice calm. “Who told you that?” She just shrugged, sinking deeper into the water.

“I promise to make the night blissful for us.” If I didn’t know this animal better, I would have fallen for his stupid tricks. “I despise unsubmissive women.” He presses the bridge of his nose, irritated. “I don't want to be here.” I find my voice, pushing my anxiety to the depths of my stomach. He wiggles a warning finger. “You are my slave.” “That doesn’t make me less of a being. I’m not an animal who follows every order.” “Wrong. Slaves are animals. Now come to me.”

Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? Jean cried silently. "Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean.

Once that do, like you they will trample us all over,” Lady Jade said with her teeth gritted, holding her voice so it won't be too loud, “lowly slave, you should be grateful to be given food and a roof to live under. People like you are lesser than livestock.” “Perhaps, Jade, it is because you deserve to be trampled. You look down on others and that caused you to be looked down upon the same way. You might want to start rectifying your wrong doings,” I answered using the same tone as Jade. What happened about me being a slave and a rogue happened almost nine years ago, but the wounds were still fresh and the memories of my dying Pack and family wasn't good that I would ever try to look back.

"Shut up if you want to enjoy my body! I don't want to hear the voice of your cursing who has stolen my chastity, make me deaf! Let me live without hearing any sound. I have no hope in life anymore. Being your sex slave is my job right now," said Axelina trembling, enduring the pain in her heart. "You are my nightmare, Amar Trixeon, I hate you. If you are tired of my body, you better kill me right now, I don't want to live anymore."

No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape. Her lips quivered as a darker thought surfaced, chilling her to her core. What if this was a façade? What if he planned to share her, to parade her around as some kind of twisted entertainment, forcing her to perform degrading, unspeakable acts in front of an audience? She had heard those stories too. The slaves who were returned—battered and hollow-eyed—had recounted every harrowing detail of their torment.

Authur was all she has now,he has been protecting her but not anymore it's time she stepped out of his shield. "You will also be taken as a slave. If you agree to be our slave, your freewill ends today." Grand lord Daemon spoke up again. Pinning Authur with his green eyes. "Do you know what that means, little human? You're quite a pretty boy; I don't think you will lack masters in service." A shiver ran through Authur's spine, fear seeping through his core. If everything he had heard growing up and read in books were true, being a Kansas slave was worse than being a slave in any human kingdom.