Slave Novels Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry; I don’t remember ever meeting you…” “You didn’t.”Granny shook her head, making some pure white strands of hair escape her braid. “Slaves were never allowed in front of vampire elite’s, unless it was to feed. I was a born slave. Served them for over forty years until I was no longer pretty enough to drink from.”

Eating fish slowly because of the heat, Wilma is thinking about her future. Despite being a slave, luckily this body never received the mark to show herself as a slave. This young lady was also not a registered slave. In this world even slaves had to be registered as a slave. Slavery in this world is not illegal as long as they are registered. It was rare for a slave to be unregistered and not bear the marks of Wilma's current body.

“Yеаh, but next time уоu nееd tо take it tо thе nеxt lеvеl, a girl еxресtѕ mоrе from hеr ѕlаvе.” “Slаvе?” hе аѕkеd іn аmuѕеmеnt. “Yеаh, рlеаѕurе slave.” He сhuсklеd as hіѕ lірѕ рrеѕѕеd аgаіnѕt mу еаr. “Thеn I’d bеttеr ѕеrvе уоu wеll, madam.”

"Mr. Drake? I inquired. It's master for you, slave. I am still the controller of your life and you dare warn me to let you go. You sure have a lot of liver" "Slave? She sneers. It's been a long time since I heard of the name "slave. "I am not your slave. My name is Anne. "The slave that I brought with my money has developed a lot of liver that she dares to cross me. She even told me she was not my slave. Your name is Anne, right? But I don't care if you are Anne or not. A slave doesn't have a name. They don't deserve a name. My slave dares to revolt against me. I think she has forgotten how cruel I was. That's why she felt the need to protest against me.

"When do they learn they are slaves?" "Never. That is beauty. They never know. Think they are free. Think they chose. Think—" Marcus laughed. "Think they are happy. Willing slaves are perfect slaves. No rebellion. No resistance. Just—service. Disguised as freedom. As choice. As—love."

I write to you with a heavy heart, burdened by circumstances beyond my control, my marriage with Lady Yessica Moonglade whom I never loved. Enclosed within this letter is Anna, the slave girl I promised as a gift for you. While her name may be unfamiliar to you, she holds great significance in my life. Anna is not an ordinary slave, Lord Gilbert. She is a beacon of light, a breath of fresh air, and a melody in the silence of my existence. She possesses remarkable beauty and immense love. She will show you the true essence of being loved and loving, just as she did for me.

Even my master has been a perpetrator of cruelty towards my kind, recounting tales of the worst experiences endured. In the past, he would subject the blood slaves to a cruel fate, depriving them of sustenance, draining their life force, and ultimately ending their existence. I couldn't help but ponder what caused him to transform upon my arrival. His insatiable thirst for blood had garnered infamy in the streets, and tales of his monstrous nature circulated widely. They deemed it a disease, an affliction that corrupted his very essence.

That was like a slap in the face for me since for some stupid reason, I feel an attraction for Antton that takes my breath away every time I have him near me, I feel like if he moves away from me it's like he's taking my soul away —What if... someone falls in love with one of them? Madi looks at me questioning my question. —You die, because they do not love, they are villains who do not care about the feelings of a human, they only enjoy our pain when they walk away and abandon the one they used as a blood bank, and that's not all, almost at the end she says that the worst is for the slaves because if their master dies, death too but their suffering is agonizing.

“You can choose to wallow in self-pity over what happened, or you can accept that you’ve been granted an honor and social standing that any of us would kill for.” “You’re slaves!” I snapped, unable to hold my temper any longer. “What honor is there in being the favorite slave when all it means is that I know who will kill me? I’ve heard Eskal talk! Blood slaves aren’t viewed as people, they view you like cattle!” My chest heaved with the exertion of shouting; the room had quietly emptied during our exchange. I grabbed a towel from one of the folded stacks beside the tub and hauled myself from the water. Tamsyn called softly after me, “You don’t understand, the vampires do value us.”

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER FIFTEEN (15) (Back to reality) Amelie have heard stories of boys growing to be wife beaters because if the way their dad beat and treat their mothers And Jason was a victim of that, he has been brainwashed by his father to see every lady as a slave, a sex toy that is meant to be bent. And Amelie was so unlucky to be caught in between the web of this monster.