Shadow Slave Manwha Novels & Stories

"Slaves are delicious creatures who are subject to the whims of their Master at any time." I moaned loudly, my legs spreading for his fingers, my arms going around his neck and kissing his chest as he finger fucked me. My Master made me cum in front of them, for their viewing pleasure. Once again, I felt like the slutty slave girl seducing the sales clerk, Gwen, or the needy, pathetic slave who enticed Sharon to ease my suffering; all of them strangers to me except for Lisa and Zoe and I felt so wanton, such a slave.

Not allowing her to move and hurting in the process. “You are hurting me!” Leanda whimpered, “Please let me go,” she cried. "Shut up!" he barked. "Don't you dare talk back to me! You're nothing but a slave, and you should stay in your lane!" Leanda's heart shattered into a million pieces at his words. She couldn't believe that the man she loved could speak to her in such a way. Few hours ago he was making her feel like a Queen in his palace, he made her feel beautiful and above everyone else, and now he had reduced her back to being a slave, she couldn’t believe it.

"This girl over here forgot who she is. A slave. A slave to the boss and she makes herself comfortable in this house which is not acceptable. Slaves aren't given a room neither are they made to stay with the boss," she said out loud and dragged her by her hair to fall on her fours. "She dared seduce the boss and because of that, she feels like a boss too, not having respect for everyone who has been here before her." She added, trying to make everyone see the wrong Loretta did even though she did nothing.

Roger replied with a slight smile as they shake hands again after which, he outstretched his hand to shake the other party’s. “Deal” Beta Miguel did the same as he grabbed the other members hands and shake, the deal was completed and I, Emma Mondragon, had officially become a slave. ** I don’t know how long it’s been all i know is that we’ve been in a constant rush for the past few days, we came by quite a few stops to collect the other slaves that the Slavers were supposed to deliver, as of now, we were here in one of their bases to collect the other slaves held there and unlike all the other slaves, I am not chained with iron chains. Instead, I am handcuffed with silver, shackled hands and

He did and she nodded her head nervously. "I wanted to take things easy with you but you don't want that. You want to show the most dangerous man how tough and stubborn you are. So from today, you will be my slave. Not just a slave, but my sex slave, my sex toy, my sex object." Jennifer was shocked. She didn't see that coming. "I don't understand. What do you mean by your sex slave?" Jennifer said.

I flinched at even that light touch, my nerves raw and hypersensitive. "Now then," he purred, "let's see how well you've learned your lesson." He moved in front of me, lifting my chin roughly. "Look at me," he commanded. I forced my tear-filled eyes to meet his cold gaze. "Who do you belong to?" he asked. "I am not a slave," I whispered hoarsely. "Louder," he barked. "You can’t do it" I cried out. "I am a free woman. You were a slave, a weak….” He reached out and roughly pinched my nipple, twisting it harshly. I gasped at the sharp pain and couldn’t even complete.

this dirty slave? No! How can my mate be a slave ah!" The woman's scream woke me up. I saw the slave knocked to the ground. Filthy slave! Look what you've done!" The man cursed, stomping on her with one foot after another. And the slave was like a piece of wood, letting him beat her without any resistance. Gillian! Help her! She is our mate! Armand kept screaming inside me, but I felt sick just looking at this slave's useless and cowardly appearance. “I never help useless people. But she's your mate!”

If only I can kill him off- His scarlet orbs glinted in a dangerous flash. "By the way, did I interrupted your nightlife? Well, dude, sorry about that." He nonchalantly apologized to him. There's no sincere feeling inside his words. Park Jihun purposely provokes the man's ire. He humorously laughs. "Go do your task, servant." "I am not your slave, Park Jihun!" He growled. The pale, cyan vein is visible on his white arm and his forehead. He tried his best to not break the phone into two pieces. "We have a mutual contract, not a master and slave contract!"

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re

"Demon vs Shadow. S-Rank vs A+. Bet is 500 slaves. Begin when I say." Kross laughed. "Boy, kneel now, I break only legs. You can still be King's dog." Jin looked at his shadows. Then looked at wall, at 100 ex-slaves, at Ren who held bread like weapon. He smiled. Not kind smile. Monarch smile. "Three days ago, you called them slaves," Jin said, voice low but every student heard because arena was silent. "Today, they are D-Rank." [Progress: 100/100 Reached D-Rank - Quest Complete!]