Slave Novels Novels & Stories

“I-I’m sorry, I heard she was in here and assumed it was nothing important.” I scoffed before I could stop it and all eyes turned to me. “Something on your mind, slave?” I cast down my eyes and turned around, heading for the door. They didn’t know about anything that had happened earlier. Relief washed over me as I walked to the kitchen. It was almost dinner and I helped out the chef. ‘Slave’ That one word had more power than I would like to admit. But it was true, that was me. A slave. “Selene, grab the potatoes and then make a salad,” Cathy, the chef said as I walked in.

Haya slowly looked at Asher: he was still staring out the window. He watched her intently; from head to toe ... .thought it was quite large. She has smooth skin, a perfect body, interesting hair and is so attractive! So that is the reason, numerous ladies like her. As Haya looked at Asher slyly, she thought think of something Asher wanted from her. Asher went to her suddenly and pretended to stiffen, as if it hoped to ask why her. Either way, Haya didn't really have an answer, so Asher just smiled at Haya and just looked at her.

Not today though. She bared her teeth, chest rumbling, and knowing what was coming, I braced myself as she slammed me into the wall behind me, the back of my head hitting it so hard I thought my cranium would crack. Lycans healed fast, but that by no means meant we are immune to the feeling of pain. We felt pain as keenly as any human. If not more. “You are worthless, slave.” she spat. “Weak, being bait fits you so well. I can think of nothing better to show you just how insignificant and expendable you are.”

"Sammy I'm sorry you have to get mixed up in this whole thing and sit because you said you were also taken without permission then I'm sorry but it happens to most people sold into slavery. You are not the first and I can definitely assure you that in the world we live in you are not going to be the last, there are people who have no one to Rely on, they have no one to stand for them and it makes them vulnerable to any attack or situation. Luckily for you, it's the same here and no one will hurt you, no menial jobs will be given to you. You see, everyone here was also once a slave,just like I was so were the whole servants in this household but didn't you see them lacking in any manner?" She

She was tired of being belittled and humiliated, tired of being treated like a second-class citizen. But amidst the sadness and despair, She also felt a fierce sense of determination. She refused to let the slave pack break her spirit, refused to let them dictate her worth. She was stronger than their words, and she knew that she had the resilience to overcome the challenges that lay ahead.She was filled with a new sense of determination,ready to deal with whatever come her way and whatever Lydia and the other slaves had install for her.

She continued to stare defiantly down her nose at me, but she didn’t pull out of my grip. “I’m not certain you understand the definition of a slave,” I muttered. She arched one brow. “You don’t seem to understand the definition of wife and mate, so maybe we’re even?” Surprised, delighted laughter bubbled in my chest, but I swallowed it down. Dear god, I thought fatalistically, I am going to have to find more like her. At least if we fail we'll enjoy the process of burning down the world. And if we don’t…

Sarah: But, if you like, I can tell you about how I felt. Darleen: Yes, please! We’re all wondering it. Sarah: To see people, humans and werewolves—please don’t ask for details—being degraded like that, to see people just like you and me being treated as property, it was abhorrent. Darleen: You’re talking about the slaves. Sarah: Please, I have to ask you not to call the people I saw slaves. That suggests they really were property, or something allowable under certain circumstances. These were human captives, kidnapped and being held very much against their will.

He calls me Queen, but that will never be possible, a slave like me can't be Queen. Lilian and Lily, yes, they're beautiful, they're imposing, and they certainly know a lot more than I do. Soren may not want them anymore, but if I'm in his way, then surely they're both right not to want me around. "Ayla, I don't know what you're thinking, I can't even imagine what you've been through... Living your whole life as a slave, they didn't even bother to give you a name." Victor began to speak again. "But nothing they've said is true, you're worth it, no one deserves to be treated the way you were."

“Let it be, I don't have the strength to listen to her father's ranting. We both know doing so will only send her back to daddy and daddy will come for us with a hundred-page lecture which I hate to sit and listen to but I have to '' Nathan laughed. Watching the slave girl who strangely caught his attention every time Shelly Anderson came by Nathan Lansfield felt angered. Slaves were not as common as before. It was a new era and while servants were paid for their services and hired according to their liking, the Andersons did not think so. Shelly has always treated her servants badly and Nathan has never failed to notice the bruises and burned marks every time the slave girl came with her mi

holding Jerry's cock up, kissing it, "that he is somehow not good enough for me because I enjoy the same variety I allow him to enjoy. Every time he fucks Lisa, or Rhonda, or Zoe, or Dawn, or Shasta is not a measure of how much or how little of a woman I am. It's an indication that he loves women and wants to enjoy all the little distinctions that make us different from one another. If your slave wants to feel another cock inside her, it's not that she's somehow disappointed in your prick; only that it's a different prick and the person who possesses it is different and will feel different and fuck different and hold her different and kiss her different than you do. If she was disappointed i