Shadow Slave Epub Novels & Stories

He pushed her by the shoulder, causing her to hiss. “So what?" Shadow looked at her condescendingly and pushed her shoulder with each word. “What can you do about it? You're just a slave. I control your fate, and if I wanted to suit my masculine ego, I could whip you again. So you better help yourself keep your mouth shut. Call yourself feisty as long as you want, but God help me, I have no patience for people like you." Rivera's body shook and her teeth bit into her lips. She parted her lips.

“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.

Her money, anyway. Darius got three million dollars to himself. He owns several ships now, and I admire his ambition. I also like to believe that he does a lot of illegal things on those ships, as he now owns too much to come from just ships, as I know. It could be drugs, or prostitutes and slaves. Whatever makes people think slavery was abolished two hundred years ago makes me laugh. It is still alive, breathing under the surface, a hellish monster. It does not concern me, though.

Yara shifted beside me, but I lifted a hand slightly, stopping her. Vanya took a step closer. “Do you think putting on silk and sitting in an office changes anything?” she scoffed. “I remember you on your knees scrubbing floors.” Her smile widened cruelly. “You cried a lot back then.” A murmur rippled through the slaves. I kept my voice calm. “Release them.” Vanya laughed. “Release them?” She gestured toward the slaves kneeling in the dirt. “These animals?” Her eyes flashed with amusement. “They exist to work. To obey. To suffer when they fail.”

I thought of screaming for help, but then again, who would help a slave that was being sold for a ridiculous amount? Slave, s3x slave… a new life I never thought would be attached to my name. Once a princess and now a slave, who would have thought things don't last forever. The happiness, the joy, the laughter, families, friends, and so on would last forever. Nothing seems to be forever. Just a snap of the finger and everything will be erased, leaving nothing but darkness, sorrow, pain, and death.

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.

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.

"You're a damn equalizer," she tries to slap me again, and I stop her, but I don't stop there. Just as she disrespected me, I feel entitled to do the same and without thinking, I slap her, leaving her paralyzed. "Don't try to touch me for the rest of your fucking life, I warned you, I won't let myself be humiliated, and I won't let a wretch like you lay a hand on me. I don't owe you anything! I don't owe you shit and let me tell you something, your son enjoys having sex with me, he follows me, he wants to be with me and neither you nor anyone else will take that away from him."

The black hair fell to her waist, the white skin dyed red, her luscious breasts, and the nervous eyes looking at him. And when Agatha slowly spread her legs, Brett saw the juice dripping on her pussy. ‘She’s getting wet,’ Brett thought. Agatha’s face was filled with embarrassment, but her body reacted to Brett’s words. For the first time, Brett was happy that he bought Agatha as his slave, and she should obey everything he says. “That’s right, Agatha. Your appearance right now is very sexy,” saying this, Brett pulled down his shorts and grabbed his c*ck.