Slave Novels Novels & Stories

“Caring about you is not the same as letting you take control of me. I’m not interested in being owned or being your secret or your stress relief or the person who disappears so you can feel secure.” Jax’s voice was low. “I never wanted you to disappear.” “But I did,” Ethan replied. “Piece by piece and I participated in it, that’s on both of us. I’m not interested in repeating the pattern just because the feelings are still here.” There was a stretch of quiet on the line. Ethan spoke again, firmer this time. “If there’s ever going to be anything between us, it has to look completely different with no titles and you deciding the terms while I just absorb them. I won’t lose myself to keep you.

I snapped and she looked at me. “There is nothing staring me in the face, Xavier. Come on, what are you doing with a slave?” She snapped. Hearing Cassandra call her a slave was annoying, and I frowned. “Don't call her a slave every again, else I'll make you experience what slaves go through here.” I threatened. “But, what do you really see in her? Can't you see me? What happened to her not being your type, disgusting and all?” She asked. “People change.” I answered simply and walked away.

Yara shifted beside me, but I lifted a hand slightly, stopping her. Vanya took a step closer. “Do you think putting on silk and sitting in an office changes anything?” she scoffed. “I remember you on your knees scrubbing floors.” Her smile widened cruelly. “You cried a lot back then.” A murmur rippled through the slaves. I kept my voice calm. “Release them.” Vanya laughed. “Release them?” She gestured toward the slaves kneeling in the dirt. “These animals?” Her eyes flashed with amusement. “They exist to work. To obey. To suffer when they fail.”

“I need a slave.” Lord Lucian Blackwell declared, gazing at the eloquent garden through the window of his manor. “A slave?” Trevor asked as he dropped his feet from the table in disbelief. It was no secret the number of the things Lucian Blackwell detested–slavery being chief among them. Slaves were nothing but property: deprived of name, status, wealth, respect, and dignity. To Lucian, slaves were depreciating liabilities–they aged and got boring quickly. He believed in the principle, ‘Every man has a price’ which extended to labour. Until now.

Seraphina’s POV As I waited for my meeting with the Riddle family’s leader, I couldn’t help but think back to the stories I had heard about slaves. Moonbane had never practiced slavery within our borders, but that didn’t mean I was ignorant of the world outside. Helena had told me stories—dark, unsettling ones—about the conditions that slaves endured in other parts of the world. They were property, bought and sold without a second thought. Their fates were determined not by their own choices, but by the whims of their owners.

Watch your back and trust no one, not even the one you call friends because you might not know what grudges one bears against you" Mariam concluded. Galene looked more confused than she was when Luciana said hers. What they were both talking about sounded more confusing to her. "How is she no longer a slave? For as long as she knew, she has become the master's personal slave and his act of kindness towards her doesn't make her think otherwise. She looked up to Mariam " I do not understand what you and Luciana are talking about. "What do you mean by I'm no longer a slave when I've become an inner chamber slave," Galene said rolling her eyes.

Unfortunately, Steen didn't stop torturing her poor right breast, and the man even used his left hand to grab her stomach tightly from behind, nearly causing her to vomit from the incredible force. "P-please don't do that, Mr. Dahl," Vivian finally begged for mercy. “Even if your father had bought me, my body is still not made of metal, and I might die if you treat me too roughly.” Vivian thought her fate did not change even after marrying the rich bachelor. She was still a slave, and her job was to please her master regardless of her feelings. As long as her master was happy, then her life was safe, but if she failed to do a good job, then she might die.

"The clothing on the couch belongs to you. You must dress neat while staying with me.” She ran to the couch, her breast bouncing with each step as he looked at her and licked her lips. Why does he have such an obsession with a common slave? She is only valuable as a sex tool, but based on the way things are going, it appears that she is more than that. He can not be fixated on a sex tool, yet he keeps wanting her body. “They aren't meant for slaves…” Lena drew him out of his thoughts. “It's for…..”

“would you mind if I help you with some of the chores” “sire, would be mad?” I can’t stay idle. I need to be doing something. “Elena, can I tell you the reason why I am here?” “child, you are here as a mistress like every other lady before you but you are lasting longer than them” Mistress?? sharp mouthed bitch. Elena tucked back a few lose strands of her peppered hair back in the bun. “i was brought here to be a slave” “don’t tell me about whatever kinky stuff you do with sire”

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.