Slave Wife Novels & Stories

Before he could complete , she gets up from the bed and landed a slapped on his face, she holds his collar and shouted on him:" How dare you , how dare you to touch me. Don't forget your position, you are just a worker , my slave. I purchased you , I paid for you . How can you think to sit on the same bed , how can you think I will let you touch me. You are just a slave " The word "slave' increase Viren anger , he jerked her hand away from his collar and shouted on her, matching her tone:" You are right , I am your slave. But if I remembered according to the contract you want baby from me, then what happened now? According to my knowledge , we have to touch each other for having a baby , th

I gripped his hand when he was about to remove his hold from my neck. “I want you to claim me as the woman you desired the most, my King. I don't mind if you will fuck me roughly, or bang my pussy until I beg you to stop me. I'm Ashianna, your slave, your concubine and your wife is begging you to take me in a ruthless way.”

My hands began to shake as the pieces of the puzzle began to take shape in my head. “A blood slave Margery. They kept me for my BLOOD. So trust me when I say, Tervan would keep this little queen and drain the poor girl, drop by drop until all that’s left of her is a dry husk and gallons of blood turned to medicine and kept in case I ever become sick,” The queen’s mouth was still moving but I couldn’t decipher anything. A blood slave?! What had Lydia told me on the truck? That Wilson said her mother wasn’t just a servant but a slave?

Cora was diligently working in the kitchen, focused on her task of preparing food for the pack. As she stirred the pot on the stove, her concentration was interrupted by an Omega slave who approached her with a sneer on her face. She had recognized her as one of the more antagonistic slaves who often taunted and belittled her.The Omega slave, with a superiority complex evident in her demeanor, called Cora a rejected slave, the words dripping with contempt. She tried to ignore the insult, reminding herself to stay composed and not let the Omega's words get to her.

Someone like her? She's never called anyone that; never! People had been the ones to always adore her. Too bad she's not the multi-billionaire Nina again. She's now a sex slave to a devil. "You know what to call me. Don't call me by my name again." He warned. "Ma.....master, I'm...too weak to do anything. My body aches." She finally concluded and waited for an answer. An answer that determines whether she's going to be set free from him this moment or the one that determines she's going to pass soon.

The slaves were scared for their lives but cadis wouldn’t harm an innocent human, his teeth dripped with fresh human blood as he sniffed around following the scent of his mate. “This is pointless” he says to Valentine. “We were trying to save her now she is gone, who does that” Cadis says again but gets no response. “Please help us, free us and we will show you which way she followed” a female voice comes from one of the carriages, Cadis turns to look and sees a young lady hiding at the end of the carriage, he slowly shifts and lets Valentine take control even though he was still weakened by the wound from the second arrow. The slaves are so shocked by what they see and they all move away fr

The roses seemed to lean closer, listening. Dimitri leaned in, his mouth near my ear. “You were bought for your womb, kotyonok. And your name. You’re our hired vessel. Our fake wife.” The world tilted. My stomach lurched, bile rising sharp at the back of my throat. “What?” My voice broke.

"Thank you, I don't do anything extraordinary, I treat it though but it's more of natural. You are beautiful to. Hope you don't mind, who is that girl? I don't remember wronging her so I don't understand the attitude," "That girl, her name is Ivy. I can't call it relationship because young master always calls her anytime he wants a woman and she is in a relationship with the young master. She thought she was going to get married yesterday and really did things to us but thank God somebody else got married. We won't have survived. What she has against you is hate at first sight so don't mind her," Fiona responded. "Wow this is tricky. They can go on with their relationship, I need to talk to

That he can make it right, that he truly wants her and no one else. "Probably, that mostly happened to slaves who give birth to their master's children. Their child will be given to the wife, and the mother will be a whore, a wicked whore that seduced another woman's husband. But that won't happen to you, because you aren't planning on staying. You are going to go with him, aren't you?"

The crowd murmured in approval as she rotated between them, pleasuring each one with desperate skill until one finally bid high enough to claim her. I felt my wolf pacing restlessly beneath my skin. These women had been stripped of everything—identity, will, dignity. Reduced to numbered flesh trained to crave the cruel hands of powerful men. Slave 52. Slave 23. Slave 7. Slave 41. Each one was displayed fully naked, their chokers the only mark of ownership. When bidding lagged, they offered themselves without shame—mouths working cocks, bodies grinding, hands stroking, voices pleading. All of them conditioned to find purpose only in submission.