Slave Leia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Why is he keeping me around as his slave? Why can't he let me go away and find happiness elsewhere? Why is he tormenting me day and night? What's so special with me? I don't want to even believe she's dating my best friend Anastacia. It makes me dizzy to only imagine he's going to make her the Luna so that she will turn me into her donkey. I don't want to trust my instincts anymore though l almost lost my feet when l saw her in the dining room with Marcus.

Before my big announcement, my heartbeat accelerates as I think about it. I dust off any speck of dust from my clothes as I near the Arena, I wonder how the pack is going to take the news. It's unheard of for a slave to become the Luna of the pack, but they surely will not reject my Luna, just because she was a slave, she is my mate, and they better accept that.

“Make sure you find her and bring her back to me. I will possess her till eternity.” He bowed and sniffled. “I learned something weird…..” My face twisted. “What is more weird than my missing Luna?” “Your slave—no longer your Luna.” he retorted. I nibbled on my bottom lip. “Whatever! Do you not wish that she gets back to her position again? Do you think I believe that she's been taking that? I still find it odd…..I don't want to believe it no matter what.”

said Cyrus. “You are the best.” There was silence between them for a while until Adrianna abruptly asked, “Are you sleeping with her?” “What?” “I just want to know.” “Are you sleeping with Stephen?” I saw the little skin I could have of Adrianna pale. I needed no telling to know that Stephen was a human slave of hers just like I was to Cyrus. “There's no need to be embarrassed, I'm not judging,” said Cyrus, and the entire evening she was quiet but I could tell that her animosity towards me had deepened.

"Thanks ma'am, I always knew I could trust you in helping the wolves because you're the rightful owner of that throne." I decided to tell her that I wanted to make the head of the female slaves so she could work with Henry to bring peace and unity among the slaves and she was very happy about it. I noticed she had a sad expression on her face that she was trying to cover with her smiles. It wasn't quite obvious but I had studied her well enough for me to know that she's sad about something I had no idea about. "Any problem? Your fave looks pale, is there anything wrong?"

I chuckled, "yes. I am less miserable. I’ve also been sleeping a bit better, so maybe that’s why I feel a bit better." Leia shook her head, "no, it’s not just that. You seem more clear. You’re not zoning out as fucking much. You're more present, and I haven’t heard you scream at night for a while." "You hear me scream?" I was mortified. "I am a light sleeper; ever since the girls were taken, I have woken up a few times at night, and sometimes I walk around like a fucking crazy person and see if everyone is still in their room. Don’t worry, I don’t go in your room or Aeryn’s, just the underage ones." She said with a wink, "But in the hallway, I could hear you a few times. If Storm didn’t kill

Livia admitted, already playing the scene out in her head and chuckling to herself despite not learning a single thing yet. "I'm sorry, Miss," Leela said softly, guilt coloring her tone when she saw Livia's disappointment. 'I can't possibly spill the young master's business, even if I know it.' When the food arrived, Livia dug right in. Leela could only smile at her young lady's pout. Even her sulking was adorable... If the young master saw that often, he might lose his composure entirely. Or... would he just eat her alive? Leela thought mischievously, lowering her gaze to hide a smirk.

Why was I introducing myself so awkwardly? She turned slowly as if just deciding to acknowledge me. "My name is Selena," That took me by surprise, most slaves had been stripped of their identity. Many could hardly remember their own names, the few who did were too broken to utter them. But she met my eyes with ease, a small smile lifting the corner of her mouth that did strange things to my chest. "Selena..."I said, "I've already begun the process to release you from your slave contract and-" "No," she cut me off, rising from the bed, "...Take me with you instead, make me yours."

“Elaine, I won’t lay a hand on you again. But if you starve to death up here, that’s not my problem!” Dave was like a curse, Elaine realized belatedly. She’d never imagined a fellow student like Serona would want her dead over him! She struggled, but Serona’s group was too many—she was locked in the rooftop room, and they even took her phone. Finally, she heard the click of a key turning in the lock outside. “Serona, let me out!” “Serona!” In the dark, quiet night, only the sound of her pounding on the door echoed. Fear seized her heart, and tears began to stream down her face.