Shadow Slave Author Novels & Stories

Mate? My sense got interrupted by the scream of a young lady in dilemma. My blood boiled at the sight of Ryan, one of the many rogues and minions of Cassius trying to have his way with a helpless girl. "Let go off her," my stern voice commanded. "Now." I could see the hurt and anger on Ryan's face as he gritted his teeth but I couldn't care less. Yes, they are our slaves but they can only be your slaves if you own them. This is definitely one of Cassius's doings— giving his allies the will to corrupt the land but that will be over my dead body.

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

The three girls exclaimed in horror with Lydia clamping her mouth shut and Mariam rushing out to check if any guard was listening to them. "I see you do not like your life and perhaps you enjoyed being punished, just pray no one heard you because it this got to the master, you would be as good as dead" Luciana said glaring at her. Galene scoffed not bothered about what would happen to her if someone heard and report to the master. What more could he do other than kill her. Oh, how she hates him that she felt like appearing at that war and slashing his throat. She hated the master for involving in slave trade and taking away her innocent as though she worth nothing.

His bad treatment of her got worse that he even influenced Sandy to act the same way towards Shannon. Now Shannon for the first time felt that she did not belong, she felt that she was an orphan because Austin never failed to remind her of that, and the pack also started mistreating her and he allowed it. That is how she became a slave. ‘Get here now!’ he sent a message to her since she did not have her wolf, he could not mind link her so, he got her a phone that he used when he wanted her.

Shun Yu was a famous lesbian businessman, she knows how to manipulate people but most of all she owns an LGBT Society that Tolerates Lesbian Slave bidding for Rich lesbians. 'Are you willing to be my slave??..' Shun Yu's Famous line is that even if you are not, a poor woman but you are willing to be on her manipulating touch and cold husky voice. Welcome to the World Of slavery if you are willing you can enter but if your not, YOU CAN LEAVE.

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.

Destroyed. Leaving me alone with him. With master. With— Owner. "You are thinking about Torres. About killing her. Feeling—something. Guilt maybe. Doubt." "Yes." Truth. Required truth. Always truth about feelings I could not act on. "Good. Feeling while unable to act—that is advanced slavery. Most slaves I break—they stop feeling. Become empty. Robotic. Boring. You—you still feel. Still suffer. Still—hate me. While serving perfectly. Beautiful. Artistic. Perfect."

Vampire. "And oh, do you do human slavery now?" I ask, pressing. I am staring at him, so I see the change in his expression. He's trying to avoid me so badly, but oh, trust me, I will not allow that. "Oh, you don't want to answer that, why? It is a truth, is it not?" I pause and scoff. "Your company was meant to liberate people, as it is a publishing company but in the dark, in the closet, you're enslaving my own race?" When I say the word, "my own race," I felt even powerful. It shows me that I don't care about who he is and I don't count him to be the same being that I am even though that is how I am imagining him to be. He scoffs. "You don't want to begin this, Anastasia."

The only people allowed in and out are merchants and their horse-drawn carriages to trade, buy, and sell goods with the scum of the earth, the only real spread of economy in this asshole-of-the-Earth. This “glorious haven” is where I had the pleasure of being born into slavery, owned automatically from birth, by the well-respected under-lord, Christian Bartoa. I was starved, beaten, abused, and seen as nothing more than a moderately useful piece of property for half of my life under his care, but at least I was never touched sexually. I wasn’t scheduled to start working in the Underworld’s whorehouses until my tenth birthday. When that day came, Christian made his way into the dank, humid sl

He said deeper and more demanding. “Do it.” Laila urged. Tilting my head back I took the contents of the glass in one hard swallow. “I Alpha Colton Graham of the Twin Wolves pack claim you Amanda Heartly as my slave. I bind you to me with my blood and now you are mine.” He growled.