Slave Novels Novels & Stories

I could not understand how and in any way a woman wanted to be enslaved to a man just because he was extremely handsome. ''Oh girl, you don't get it. Those two Men are walking masterpieces. Their entire demeanor will make you cream. I hear that all the other slaves they bought, once each of them had just a night with them, they kept begging for more!'' the other maid said in excitement.

She on the other hand is the girl whose parents were killed, was made a slave, and now has powers she has no idea how to use. She felt small compared to her mates and wondered if the Moon Goddess did not make a mistake when pairing her with them. Growing up she was excited about meeting her mate and that feeling intensified when she was a slave. She prayed for her mate to come and find her. maybe save her from the life of slavery she was living, but as years went by and she did not shift. She gave up on the mate thinking that maybe she really was human and had no mate like werewolves do.

Maybe because I am too young and have never experienced such kind of things, I feel uncomfortable inside as if I have done something bad. After I take a walk in the garden, I hear someone crying when I return to my room along the hall. The voice is familiar. It is Emelia, my slave. I go directly to her room. I think although I will not comfort her, I still want to see how she is doing. But when I get near to her room, I hear her crying and other girls comforting her. So she does not need me. Yes, she never needs me. When she was chosen to be my slave, she cried loudly and wanted to see her parents instead of being happy.

“You sold yourself. Signed and everything. It’s all right there.” “I never signed…” My voice trailed off. I brought my eyes up to his. Mira chuckled, linking her arm in his. He looked at her with adoration. All the pieces fell into place. They betrayed me. Both of them. My boyfriend and my best friend. They sold me into slavery. I now belonged to the Morven family, a true-blood noble family that lived at Wolfspire City. “Why would you do this?” I asked, biting back tears. Kalen snorted. “You don’t have a wolf, Senna. You were always dead weight.”

Clarissa asked. "Clarissa, let's just say I was built differently and not with the hatred that the others have for the white wolves. Take a look at Sana, she looks so pure and innocent, why should she suffer as a slave?" "Because that is how the world is! There are slaves, there are strong people and the classes should remain well defined, mixing is not allowed at all. We are one of the strong ones, we should not mix with the slaves" Hazel closed her eyes and sighed heavily, slipping back into bed gradually to lay down. It hurt her to move on her own so Clarissa lent her a helping hand, assisting her to lay back in bed.

, she teases, lightly tapping my shoulder, and letting out a chuckle. "I see." I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable by continuing to question her about what makes us so different. In the end, we both serve the master, but it appears that a slave is a slave, and a servant is a servant. Servants are paid while slaves are not, and slaves are given fancy rooms while servants are not. Servants have a choice and slaves do not. I can't make sense of any of it, nor do i understand my role here, but I'll leave it at that for now.

As alpha’s sleep around a lot we have a lot of offspring. Ending slavery is another one of her weird idealistic romantic ideas. There is simply not enough money to pay them as cervantes for the work that they do as slaves. Besides that, owners of slaves should be compensated for their loss. Who is going to pay for that? Whole is going to arrange housing? Education? Most of them are too stupid to remember their own name. How in hell are they going to survive by themselves?

I said waving the book at his face. "Can I see? he inquired smiling. I nodded and stretched the book to him. "Slave to the Ruthless Master" he read aloud raising his brows. "This is an 18+ rated story" he said and eyed me. "What? I'm almost 18. It's just two months remaining" I defended. And it's not as if I haven't seen worse. What could be worse than what I caught Jayden doing today in the washroom? It's a human story that talked about a girl whom was sold by her father to a ruthless master who killed people without a second thought.

The slaves were scared for their lives but cadis wouldn’t harm an innocent human, his teeth dripped with fresh human blood as he sniffed around following the scent of his mate. “This is pointless” he says to Valentine. “We were trying to save her now she is gone, who does that” Cadis says again but gets no response. “Please help us, free us and we will show you which way she followed” a female voice comes from one of the carriages, Cadis turns to look and sees a young lady hiding at the end of the carriage, he slowly shifts and lets Valentine take control even though he was still weakened by the wound from the second arrow. The slaves are so shocked by what they see and they all move away fr

Camilla felt lucky for having the freedom she had, that her friends would never have or even get the chance to. Being born a slave in this world means you have been cursed by the goddess for the sins of your family and only servitude could relieve you of your burdens. 'What a load of crap!’ She was sure it was just a strategy for those in position to maintain the current system of the world, the poor stay poor and the wealthy stay rich. A modern woman like her would never serve someone just because they're born of nobility and to think of it as an honor!