Slave Novels & Stories

I cursed and spat on her face. “How dare you!” She yelled and slapped me once again. “Let her go! You scoundrel.” Bert’s voice thundered. “I swear I won’t spare you!” He growled. “The gut.” She laughed. “You are supposed to be pleading for your life, young man, have you forgotten you’re at my mercy now?” I shook my head, I wished Sebastian was seeing this, I wished he could see that the woman be almost celibate for was nothing but a disgusting and cruel person.

I didn't know what Vincent was going to do. He extracted a magnet-like object from his pocket and unlocked the chains which held the male slave. Then he held the slave's wrists with his white palms to calm his struggles before saying seriously: “You are free now. Now, you are no longer a slave and you no longer have a master. We are all members of the Hidden Race like you. We are your compatriots, we will protect you and help you. Please come with us."

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.

“I’m not saying I won’t get angry, Cazz. I’m not saying I won’t be scared. I’m not saying I won’t ask you to stop. I’m saying, I’ll stay. As long as you’ll have me—and only me—I’ll stay. The only one who’s going to walk away… is you.” His eyes darted back and forth, searching mine, his brow furrowed. He was sweating and so tense I worried his body was going to lock up. But he just stood there, gaping at me like he couldn’t quite believe any of it. So I reached for his face again, sliding my hands behind his neck and lacing my fingers there. “I’m your slave, Cazz,” I said with a wobbly smile. “Not because you made me do it. I chose that. And I’m going to keep c

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

"Calm down, will you?" "Peace, you don't understand. I'm happy that he finally wants to introduce me to the world but then, there goes his family. They are quite infamous for always maltreating the less privileged, so I am scared." "Babe keep calm, Alex loves you and that is all that matters, Peace reassured." Oops, pardon my manners. I'm Vivian Blakes. I don't know if I should say I'm a Nigerian or just claim to be an American. Either way, I'm African-American.

Sandra stopped a few steps after the door but Morgan moved forward and sat. Mr. Edgecombe put away the newspaper and his face lit up with a smile. “ Welcome my dearest Morgan,” he said. “Morning, Father, “Morgan replied. “What is the reason for my being called upon?” “It’s high time you got a personal assistant,” he started. “Pick one of the faithful people around you. A business person is incomplete without a personal assistant.” Morgan rested her back on the chair. “Well, I haven’t found one. I like Sandra being my secretary although she does the work of my PA. I’ll only like to call her a secretary,” she said.

The act will receive the Royal Assent a month later, by 28 August, and hopefully come into force the following year, on the 1st of August 1834. In practical terms, only slaves below the age of six will be freed in the colonies. Former slaves over the age of six will be redesignated as "apprentices", and their servitude will be abolished in two stages: the first set of apprenticeships come to an end on 1 August 1838, while the final apprenticeships will be scheduled to cease on 1 August 1840. The Act specifically excludes 'the Territories in the Possession of the East India Company, or to the Island of Ceylon, or to the Island of

"W* laaro ola,shotigbo? Ma ri nkan ti mole she fun e. Eja a malo. ( Come tomorrow morning. Let me see what I can do for you. Let's go guys) "Ese sir( thank you sir)" Dami postrated to thank Mr Aguda. He was so happy, all he could do was smile. Will things change for the good? He asked himself. He smiled as he walked slowly behind Mr Aguda and his apprentices. "Shey kon shey eni ti woli ojosi sope kema help niyen sir,koma lo je wipe...( What if this is the person the prophet told you not to render help to the other day?)"

He actually sounds tired when he says this. “You have it in writing?” I stare at him in shock feeling like the blood in my veins turns to ice. “Yes. All my loans are written out in contracts. They agreed to repay me in September this year or other means of repayment would be taken. The other means being, selling their service to me, which means being harvested for organs, perhaps having your mother in the brothel or giving you to me. Those are the terms they signed on even if it’s not written what their service would be. But they knew by word of mouth.”