Slave Padme Novels & Stories

"You're talking about Skylar, aren't you? Your slave is your mate?" "I can't deny the fact, so yes, she is." He sighed, nodding his head. "You are right, she doesn't have the qualities of a Luna. So, what are you intending to do about this? You know, the elders are still worried about this, they all need a queen, we all do." "Maybe, it's time I'll have to find a second chance mate." "There's no way you can claim another when your true mate still shares the mate bond with you."

But whenever they met coincidentally, he always saw her crying. ‘I said I would devour you once I saw you again, and yet you only showed me your vulnerable side,’ Adam thought before looking back at the old woman begging on her knees. Perhaps, Adam didn’t realize that he was slowly gaining his sympathy back, all because of the woman he sold as a slave. “Stop it.” His men stopped kicking and ruining the old lady’s fruit store, and they looked at their boss. “How can she pay us if you will smash everything in her store?” Adam asked his men.

She hoped for a moment of respite, a chance to gather herself and find clarity amidst the chaos of her emotions. However, her path was interrupted as she noticed Bree approaching with a procession of slaves behind her, trays laden with delectable treats. Leanda hesitated, contemplating whether to continue on her way or acknowledge Bree's presence. Before she could make a decision, Bree called out to her, commanding her to stop. “Stop Slave!” Leanda paused, feeling a sense of resignation wash over her. She knew that defying Bree's orders was not an option, given her position as the queen and the power she held over Leanda.

I knew I would have to explain later on why I gave an answer that was far from the truth, but that was a problem for later. “Ah. Well, that's a relief. For a second there, I thought you both had chickened out." She whispered the last part of her words, ending it with a giggle before straightening up from where she had leaned. "We can do this, yeah? Alpha Easton is just a few hours away from us, and so is freedom!" She smiles, stretching her hand out for Jasmine and I to place ours atop it, breaking away in time to see Beta Mark take his place in front to address the slaves.

“To the stables, princess. From there we will rally my men to the barracks.” “And you briefed the lieutenant of this?” “Yes,” Falstad nodded. By the time they have reached the castle’s courtyard, many survivors; knights and servants have gathered together, and are about to depart. “Halt!” He yelled, calling for the highest-ranked person in the survivors. A thin young man stepped forward, introducing himself as a knight captain of the kingdom’s army as well as a hereditary baron in rank. His eyes glistened when he saw the princess, thanking Holus for protecting the last royalty. The knights and servants alike cheered, though, for some, it turned solemn the moment Falstad demanded authority ov

A few gasps were audible from around us. “You should totally try for that” Mark whispered to me. Casper began to speak. “To be a part of the Guards is considered an honour, and will give you certain privileges. I am looking forward to…..” As Casper continued Mark nudged my arm. “You should try,” he whispered again. “Not a chance,” I whispered back. “You’d get to work with Casper,” Lyla added quietly, in a sing song voice. I poked her in the side, where I knew she was ticklish and she let out an involuntary shriek.

Alpha Jordan looks at his pack members from Afar as he sees them Hitting on something continuously wondering what could that be, he walks to them and they all become calm at the moment. Slowly they left her on the floor very weak and with no strength in her, blood gushed from different parts of her body. She turned helplessly to look at the man who just saved her and she was thankful he was there. "What is going on here and who is this?"Alpa Jordan asked. "Greetings Alpha Jordan, she is one of the slaves and I found out she just stole from you in your chambers" Lydia explained, still with her head bowed, Alpha Jordan took a closer look at the Helpless lady in front of him.

Clive gestured to Celeste to walk ahead and the two of them walked to the director's table. "Let's get to business proper Director Klatt. May I seat?" "Of course! Please have a seat. Do you want some coffee?" Celeste pressed the intercom. "Leila, please get us two black coffee with low calorie sweetener, no milk." "Got it, Ms. CK." Leila's hoarse voice sounded through the intercom. After a few minutes, Leila rang the doorbell in Celeste's office and entered with two cups of coffee with two cheesecakes on the sides.

“The head of the Moon Readers.” Tharion exhaled slowly, realization dawning. Padma’s serene expression never wavered; she worked as if this were simply another cup of tea to be poured—elegant, deliberate, devastatingly effective. Kaplan’s body began to ease as the pain ebbed away, each breath less ragged than the last. His gaze stayed fixed on Jaiyana’s grandmother, as if afraid that if he looked away, the fragile reprieve would vanish. Padma’s smile was gentle and knowing, her hand resting lightly against his back, the warmth of her touch grounding him.

“Okay… when I grow up, I’ll be as great as you, Dad. I’ll win lots of trophies too.” Dave looked at her sparkling eyes and reached out to ruffle her hair. Dammit! How did I end up like this—acting like I have nothing better to do than help that woman Elaine raise her kid? It must be because this little girl showed up just in time with porridge to soothe my stomach. That’s the only reason I’m sticking my nose in other people’s business. Dave’s sharp gaze fell on Reece, who was still reluctant to leave the trophies behind. She scurried back to his side, about to speak—when her eyes suddenly fixed on a photo frame on the cabinet next to his hand.