Slave Novels Novels & Stories

"You judge him based on what you see now. Do you forget he was a slave for a long time? Have you stopped to think how he feels? He had a shitty day, and then you come to save him only to make his day even shittier." He looks at Vladimir. "You, what's your name?" Mark asks. "V-Vladimir." "And since when have you been a slave?" "I-It's a-alright. I a-ac-accept to be re-rejected." "No one is rejecting anyone," Mark says to Vladimir. "For fourteen years, he had been a slave. Since he was nine," I tell Mark. I could feel Mark is disappointed with me. I hate when this happens.

Last night was quite uncomfortable for Savannah. When Jenny called her, Savannah was excited to know about the mark, but the things Jenny mentioned didn’t satisfy her craving to see the fact; instead, it created doubts. “So I found out this mark represents being a slave.” “What? What kind of slave?” “I am not sure, but...” “It’s some kind of supernatural ritual to enslave the entire bloodline for pleasure.” It seems surreal, but anything was possible in the old days. Being a history student, she believes there could be possibilities.

He did and she nodded her head nervously. "I wanted to take things easy with you but you don't want that. You want to show the most dangerous man how tough and stubborn you are. So from today, you will be my slave. Not just a slave, but my sex slave, my sex toy, my sex object." Jennifer was shocked. She didn't see that coming. "I don't understand. What do you mean by your sex slave?" Jennifer said.

She sighed and felt a little bit hurt but still slept off quite after. The next day, the guards brought the alpha red-haired slave, people whispered awful things about her as they took her to the pack house, she was an abomination for having red hair. When she finally got to the pack house she released the breath that was was holding. Today was the day that she would resume her duties as the slave to the alpha. She had been marked already, like a curse that would make her never leave the pack.

She was already mine, I had no doubt about it. "Don't empty your pockets too quickly, I've just been told that we're saving the best for last... Without further ado, we'll begin..." My muscles tensed and I felt enormous discomfort. Now it was only a matter of time before she was mine. But why... Why couldn't I detect her scent? Could it be that my contact lied to me, or was wrong? A deep doubt invaded me... The minutes passed and the purchases took forever. Each slave presented to the public discouraged me even more.

This book holds three stories, they are series that is needed to be together. 1. The Slave Mafia. To save my Mother. "You're just my Slave, Olivia." I gasped at his words, those words subsisted enough to shatter me to pieces. But what should I do with it? I am nothing. "But... you tell me those words! You tell me you love me!" "I don't love you. I will never love you." River said with cold eyes. My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide, I came back to the reality, where I was fooling myself.

To think that she has to now toward me, Lucius' bride who was a slave was horrible even for her to daydream and she was not going to brush this matter away even though he could have apologized to not stir the matter further. This is what a slave should never be allowed to taste what the wealthy have enjoyed. Once that do, like you they will trample us all over,” Lady Jade said with her teeth gritted, holding her voice so it won't be too loud, “lowly slave, you should be grateful to be given food and a roof to live under. People like you are lesser than livestock.”

The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger.

I’m not dressed as a slave, but I’m not well dressed like a fancy high-ranking wolf. I decide to head to where the slaves are, preparing for their masters. I want to see how some of them are treated. Maddox treated me well because I was his mate. Although, I do think Maddox is a good man and would treat any slave decently. I’m the only slave he had, and he only bought me because I was his mate. There were slaves in the pack house, but they were purchased by his parents and uncle.

I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!