Slave Leia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

But she just wants to release the hatred within her, even though the more she does, the more she looks like a puppet with a broken string desperately holding onto her thread of fate. The most unbearable thing is the waiting. The echoing footsteps of two people break the silence in the dark. Layla immediately stops her foolish actions. She can't give those people the opportunity to humiliate her even more. In anticipation, the figures of a man and a woman gradually appear. It's Leon and Anna.

Hearing it, duplicate hari laughed and told derisively, "Sir..She is not a sweeper..Her name is leka and she came to meet you" "Yeah..Shaky Leka..I remember it now.." Hari told and get up from the chair and came near the side of square desk and leaned on it with leg crossed and folded his arms across the chest and looked at me deridingly and begin to say again, " Well Leka..How to say it..Ahm..It's just a drama..At first I really never thought to marry you or sleep with you but it was your father who forced me to do it..I must say leka, your father loved you most..After seeing your sufferings in prison, your father gave me all your property instead of your release from prison..Do you know ho

He spits on the ground after cursing me, and what can I expect from a man born into fear and relentless war? "I, Willow Celeste Panchak, resident and captive of the Grim Fang pack, reject you, Elbrus, as my fated mate." I could feel the pain as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, and it only got worse as I forced the words out. Athena was raging, anguished, but she didn't try to force control. She knew we would survive without our mate, we were stronger than any man.

But if he was the one in my room, why didn't he make a move? Maybe he was grateful to me for taking him out of the filthy cell. But whatever the case is, I would rather check on him and see if he had not escaped our territories, even though it's much harder than him sneaking in my room and could lead to his death. When I entered the west wing, I could feel the eyes of a couple of servants on me as I walked down the corridor. "Why is our Luna coming here at such an hour?" "It's said that she took pity on the slave number one, and send him here to heal."

Though truth be told, I did little more than wait my turn, yet my body has already decided that it's done enough for the day. Tossing some crispier bits of bacon and an omelette onto my plate, I make my way towards a dining table. There are three set up in the room, which sits just off of the kitchen. I plant myself at the emptiest one and feel myself tense up a little, feeling every pair of eyes at the table on me. The ones who were animatedly talking become silent as I settle down. I cringe inwardly and avoid looking at any of them. “It’s Lisandra- the slave; the bait,” I can hear a taunting voice, purposely just loud enough for me to hear.

She leaned against the railing overlooking the river and closed her eyes. She felt nothing like victory. Only exhaustion. Arrow joined her moments later, keeping his distance. Neither reached for the other. Not yet. “It’s done,” he said quietly. “No,” Celeste replied. “It’s exposed.” A distinction that mattered. He nodded. “They used love like leverage,” she continued. “And fear like currency.” “They won’t stop,” Arrow said. “I know.” She turned to face him then—not as his wife, not as his ally, but as his equal.

No one loves her more than I do! "She's just a useless human who needs me! I gave her a life of luxury and raised her like a delicate flower!" With another sigh, Sofia pulled out a human-world job offer from her bag. "Lea's always been exceptional, but she came back here just for you." Draco skeptically scanned the document. The pay listed on the offer far exceeded the pack's entire annual revenue. "The fragile little canary you imagined is an eagle in the human world, one that's capable of soaring to heights you can't imagine."

She stopped in front of the girl and, without warning, spat in her face. "A filthy mutt with noble blood," she hissed, laughing like it was the best joke she’d ever heard. "You’re nothing here. Not a princess. Not a warrior. Just another filthy slave." Selene shut her eyes. Lyria cried in the background, hands over her ears, like she wished she could disappear. Saphira bent down, her lips brushing Selene’s ear. "You’re not leaving this place alive," she whispered, venom dripping from every word. Up on the staircase, Anton watched.

After she finished speaking, she clicked her tongue and added, “They’re so f*cking disgusting.” Freyja fell silent for a moment. “If you don’t want to stay here anymore, do you want to leave with me?” Leia froze. After a short while, she chuckled. “Shannon won’t be happy if we leave now. I don’t want to get into any trouble.” Frejya could see that Leia treated Shannon as her friend. After she finished her cigarette, Leia came out with Freyja. Then, they saw there was an argument going on.

I said quietly:“Perhaps Prince Liam forgets—three years ago, I was pushed from the Punishment Tower. My ankle shattered. Before it healed, I was cast into the Grounds. Even now the bone aches. Today, when you kicked me again, it gave out.” I looked up, my eyes steady. “As for Alpha Cole—why would he pity an omega slave? Do you think Lily hasn’t already taken his heart?” Lily lowered her head, cheeks burning with shame. Liam, ever her shield, turned his fire back on me. “Don’t you dare stir trouble! I know you, Nina. Three years, and you’re still just as vindictive! As long as I live, you’ll never touch Lily.” Lily flung herself into his arms, sobbing:“Brother…”