Shadow Slave Guiltythree Novels & Stories

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

I held my breath, sensing the weight of his words. "You will be killed," he declared. My breath caught in my throat as the reality of my situation sank in. Drake continued, explaining the harsh truth. "The punishment for killing someone as a slave is death. According to the last slave reforms of 1976, no slave is allowed to kill, even if their life is on the line." I felt numb, unable to process the fact that my life is about to end. "Slaves don't have the freedom to live," Joe declared.

He stood up to his chair and leaned closer to me, I kept my posture right because my heart was beating so fast. "300,000 for your work as Secretary but let's make it 1 million per month if you work with me as a Slave and my toy," he whispered to my ear and licked it, making chills go down my spine. "What do you think? It's enough for your Mother, Ms. Olivia."

'please don't kill her' His words ringed in my ears as I shook my head. The same cliche full story. His rival mafia gang has killed the love of his life and he's in guilt thinking that he's the reason behind her death. So he already got his sadly ever after.. Sheesh!!

"Let's go back inside your room, Miss Claudia." "It's boring inside!" You can count on it being accurate. While I was their slave, my owner had me locked up for three days after we had a discussion. It drove me practically crazy worrying about everything all day, and I ended up with dark circles under my eyes as a result of not getting enough rest. His proposal made no sense at all. The papers say I had to follow him or risk getting into trouble. Yet I don't believe the things that are written there. Killing someone is difficult in modern times, what with the prevalence of strict moral codes and widespread public condemnation.

she stated as Lydia snorted. "And what about Alpha Jordan?" she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "You just threw him in a cage like an animal. Is that your idea of justice?"she ask. Her eyes flashed with anger. "Alpha Jordan was complicit in the practice of slavery within our pack," she said. "He had to be held accountable for his actions. And as for justice, I believe that every member of our pack deserves to be treated with respect and dignity."She stated amidst anger . The slaves cheered, their voices ringing out in agreement. She had won their loyalty and trust, and they were ready to follow her to the ends of the earth.

Maybe I am just assuming. “Yeah. I heard someone died on that mission, but I do not know that that is what he was planning,” he replied. He then darts his col-looking eyes at me. “Get dressed. We will go back to the house,” he ordered and turn o his back and walk out of the room. “That petty Shiro. He killed two of our members just because he was pissed. “Well, for the record, they are not our members. She was a slave and he was a guard. Both are low-lives who betrayed him. And mind you, Shiro was not just pissed. He was in a rage,” Sir Gleck answered.

I said and forced myself to smile. “Let’s go home quickly, Senorita, so you can take a bath!” she held my hand and continued walking, her every step are fast. _ “Ouch! Yaya Celine, it hurts!” We are here in front of the gate. She stopped and looked at me. I can see the redness in my waist. Maybe it’s because of the tightness of Yaya Celine’s grip, I do have a sensitive skin. She bit her nail and noticed that her hands were shaking. “Senorita Kiara will kill me, I’m so sorry S-Senorita Shaira, I didn’t m-mean to!”

"He is a good lover, Master, and your slaves would probably enjoy it, but you should choose their partner. There will be two male slaves here. Our three fathers, Master's poker group. Two of them are twins with the thickest cocks I've ever seen, a handsome black man, a nice Chinese American, and at least two other men, though one of them is essentially impotent. Master and our fathers, with the relationship to Brianna and Lucia, are likely to be frequent visitors. This may be a problem for you if you don't want to have any or much future contact with anyone chosen for such an honor as sex with your slaves. Choosing from men other than Master makes it more likely you wouldn't see them again.

"And soon they will think that by going after you, they can get to me. They'll think they can use you to weaken me, to force my hand. You have ignited something you don't understand." I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t breathe. “What do you think I should do? Hmm? Maybe I should give you out to them to avoid a mafia war between two cartels, don't you think?" I stiffened, every muscle in my body locking up. What..? “No,” I whispered before I could stop myself, my voice trembling. “I don’t want to go back there. Please, I'll do anything for you. I’ll be your slave, your toy, your property…anything! Just tell me!”