Slave Novels Novels & Stories

Celine took a look at Feathers then lowered his head, 'An handsome beast' she said in her heart. Feathers wondered why she was wearing the same cloth that she wore a few days ago when she was brought to the castle. Slaves have a special type or cloth they wore and he had ordered for about ten of it with different colors to be delivered to Celine. "Stinks, gosh!' Irma said, as he shot Celine a disgusting look. Celine knew that everyone on this table most definitely hate her with passion. She wish she was with other slaves, maybe she would feel better rather than being kept here with people who hate her so much.

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re

I’m trying and failing at every turn. Walking into my study I find Clara and Nora working on documents. It’s getting late, it’s almost supper time. Clara is in a simple slave dress. It’s off white, sleeveless, and has a simple corset back. It’s floor length. I made sure it wasn’t short like how some slaves had to dress with George. I knew Clara would want to be somewhat covered. Nora is in a brown dress with simple gold detailing. Nora is confident in her none slave clothes, but then again I rembere Nora never had to wear slave clothes. Only when she was in the royal court. Even when she came to give us food she was dressed nicely. Clara treated her like a sister. Nora is fiercely protective

You call for me ma'am"" "Yea I wanna know the total maid in the house if there's any free place where I can assign her" The man brought out a book and check through it "The young Miss Sofia,Mrs Smith daughter has 15 maids,the first floor 11,the second floor 9"he stopped " the young master has no maid" "What about the maids I assign for him??" Mrs smith said "He send them away" Mrs smith exhale "Assign Darcie as his personal maid" she said

Brett Holmes bought me as his slave for $5 million. As a slave, I thought I had to stay in a room and live a hellish life under the hands of the crazy man who bought me. But I was brought into a huge, pretty mansion with multiple rooms and polite maids. I bathed in a bathtub with roses, and the maid gave me decent clothes. I ate steak for dinner, and while waiting for my master, I watched movies on N*****x. ‘Is this how slaves live?’

This was my Plan B. I told Tina, "The rules for being a slave are simple, but like the rules of chess the implications are not. The first rule is that you must obey my every command without hesitation. The second rule is that you must never wear underwear unless I specifically tell you to. The third rule is that you must never allow yourself to orgasm unless I give you permission. The fourth and last rule is that you must always refer to me as 'Master' or 'Sir'. For the next two weeks you will follow these rules. All violations will be met with punishment." "I understand, Sir," Tina replied.

The fabric was so thin it might as well have been air and it barely covered anything important. The dress they forced on me was cut low in front and high on the sides and every movement threatened to expose more skin than I could bear to show. The other slaves looked just as miserable in their matching outfits and we all understood the message these clothes sent. We were not people but decorations meant to make the wolves feel superior. "Remember the rules." The head guard said as servants painted our faces and fixed our hair which in my case meant rubbing more ash into the white strands that kept trying to show through the black dye.

Samara’s POV Even though I have been told that I will be a slave in the mansion, the room that Mr. Jones dropped me off in is luxurious enough to have my jaw dropped open upon first glance. The room is bigger than the studio apartment I am able to afford close by my job, and far better furnished. The bathroom alone is bigger than my whole bedroom area, and the giant tub is enough to make a girl think that being a slave can’t be all that bad. Mr. Jones instructed me to bathe quickly and someone would be up to collect me within the hour to meet Cassius for supper. Before I could ask a single question of him, he was already disappearing back down the hallway, with a determined stride in his ste

Meera fell to the floor heavily, she was in severed pains but Alpha Kevan cared less. "Go In, clean your dirty body up, and go get me some food to eat," He ordered, not concerned if she was capable of lifting a bowl or not. Her feelings totally had nothing to do with him. Meera fought to stand up on her feet as she made her way to her tattered and abandoned apartment. She was made to live as a slave despite being the Beta’s daughter of her pack. She was treated like a commoner and a loner, she never for once experienced real love from her stepmother and her dad. All her life she had always been a sadist and the rejected child of the Beta, who had hated her existence right from her birth.

She couldn’t imagine herself a slave to that man, if he looked that as a vampire that means he was over a thousand human years old, he gave her a disgusted look that made her know that he was interested in more than her blood, she wanted to gag. Prince Damien had a smile on his face, Lord Benedict was an old pervert who regularly buys young slaves and ends up killing them with his deranged preferences, it was so bad that any girl he buys does not live up to two weeks in his care, HIS girl will definitely not go with him.