Novel & Cerita Slave Master Book

When I drop my gaze on it, I notice Ryler’s hand tightening his hold on me. “M-Master…” He looked me straight in the eyes with the same cold expression written on his face. “I owned you. Why are you letting someone touch you?” he asked coldly. My jaw drops. I know that I am his slave. I am a slave. I have no right to say ‘no’ to anyone. Besides, he was the one who let me get touched by his cousins. “Y-you were the one who let them touch me,” I said in a shaking voice.

"Not so fast." I stopped, my heart slowly beating as the remaining slaves including Henry returned back to the mansion. "Sir?" He grinned, wickedly. "Very soon, you'll call me master. I'll be your master and I'll own possession on you. When that happens, I'll be able to make you my mistress and have sex with you anytime I like." He threatened. I would never, I would never imagine myself in bed with Raymond cause he was a heartless beast who only cared about himself. "Sir, I'll like to return back to the mansion."

I had set every tome master searching for a way to break the blood curse, and if I couldn't find a way, I'd happily die with her, naming someone who truly would look after the best interests of my kingdom as my successor. I wanted to know her, craved her taste, her memories, her essence. I wanted to deserve a chance with her. The upcoming meeting with the council was something I was actually looking forward to, usually I dreaded having to deal with the demands and complaints of weaker alphas, my impatience flaring when they wouldn't just agree to treat with us, knowing they couldn't withstand our forces.

the man said to the professor. "I obey your will master," the professor acquiesced. "Take this book as well," the man said smiling at the professor. "What is this book for, master?" the professor queried. It was a thick book with golden engravings on it that shines and changes at random, as if enchanted. It's a magical book, thought the professor. "It's a book on how to become an immortal. Spread that among my followers. Do not fail me, slave," the man said gravely. "As you wish master!" the professor's hand was trembling as he held the book on his hands.

Zack could immediately be seen leading a group of black-clothed men as they stood respectfully in front of Stanley, bowing. Zack opened a car door for Stanley, who gave him an indifferent glance before gracefully getting in. Leaning against the soft genuine black leather backrest, he folded his legs and flipped through ‘Foundation in Medicine’. Zack quickly got in. Upon seeing the book in Stanley’s hands, Zack’s gaze was filled with confusion. “Fifth Master, why are you reading that?” “Someone told me to read it properly,” replied Stanley. His expression remained indifferent. Zack looked curious. “Was it the Young Mistress?”

This book holds three stories, they are series that is needed to be together. 1. The Slave Mafia. To save my Mother. "You're just my Slave, Olivia." I gasped at his words, those words subsisted enough to shatter me to pieces. But what should I do with it? I am nothing. "But... you tell me those words! You tell me you love me!" "I don't love you. I will never love you." River said with cold eyes. My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide, I came back to the reality, where I was fooling myself.

And my master, my master, was surely going to make me regret every second of coming into the world. "Bring me that girl who was begging earlier. That dirty bitch makes me want to fuck."

“ do not be nervous, girl. I am here to help you.” What? Help me? Do you even know what you were talking about? Are you here to help me to let my master to abandon me? I do not have the courage to question her so I simply keep silence and stare at her face angrily. “ Oh, dear. do not look at me in that way. Your master asked me to come here.” I told him to look at Cody angrily. I thought even though we are only master and slave, we have become good friends since we have gone through so many things. I have helped him fight against his father, rescue his mother, capture the murderer, and I even listened to his childhood story. But I am wrong. Not only did he treat me as pets, he even asks anot

I have to admit that he's an imposing figure, with his wide chest and impossibly long frame. He stoops down and grabs the woman's chin, forcing her to face him. "I am Desmond Stewart and I am your master. From now on, until I free you from this bind, your will is no longer your own. You will forget everything that happens and your mind will be clear of any words, thoughts, desires, or feelings." He is glamoring her, and I am very confused. Aren't vampires limited to one attendant each by law? The woman's eyes seem to focus and unfocus, and a few seconds later, she smiles at him.

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.