Novel & Cerita Slave Wife

Blocking her 5'2" frame from view completely. Rosy is sweet and confident, but she has never done well against bullies. And these three are the biggest bullies we have ever faced. "Elaborate, and we might come without a struggle," I say, trying to buy us time while learning as much as I can. "If we elaborate completely, you will become even more frightened, sugar, .....but..... since you asked nicely. ......There are three different slave types that you could be sold for. Sex slave, regular slave, and blood slave. For example, you are tall, beautiful, and strong. Perfect for being a sex slave or maid. Your friend is petite, timid, and beautiful. She fits with all three categories. We shall

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.” I frowned. “Explain.” “She’s a debt payment,” he said simply. “Her family stole something important from me. They begged for mercy and gave me Violet instead. She’s a graced slave, Mother. Nothing more.” My pulse fluttered. A slave. Not a wife. Not a Luna. I stepped closer. “So… I can do anything I want with her?” “Yes,” he said. “Anything.” The wives wanted to break Violet’s womb. But now…

A few female slaves could be seen in the room, their worn-out dress barely concealing their bodies except for their womanhood region and their breasts layers. "Late King Dawson never practiced the act of slaves," Jeffrey mumbled on catching sight of the slaves, although he could tell they weren't his pack members. "Well, there's one now. Queen Isle, his wife made a new law. The other kingdoms were in support of her choice. So, slaves have becomes a thing in the present," Lady Macbeth replied, her hand signaling at the slaves and they hurried to get the cold bath ready. Jasper hugely scowled, his hands fussing with his torn shirt as he removed it and threw it to the floors.

Now it's clear to me why the lady has come and what her purpose is. "Is that a fact, ma'am? Do you think I'm a whore?" I turn around, she won't escape from me now. "But if you know that, it's because of you... Oh, excuse me for your age, it's just that you're a little bit old." "Don't offend me, you cheap whore," she tries to slap me, but my hands are agile like a hawk, I stop her. "You're a shoe woman, surely one of your men gave you this house or even my foolish son gave it to you."

That was probably dinner time. I quietly opened the door and slipped into the hallway, the low hum of voices and distant clatter of servants moving about their daily chores filling the air. Keeping my steps light, I moved past the kitchens, past the other slaves who glanced at me with disdain. Two of them stood near the doorway, whispering to each other. They didn’t bother to hide their scorn when they saw me approach. “Still pretending you're special?” one of them sneered, her eyes sharp as a blade. “Aris will break you like he’s broken the rest of us. You’ll be crawling at his feet soon enough.”

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

“That’s rich coming from you who faked her own death to escape her sins.” My fingers curled slightly at my side. “Leave now, Sebastian. I don’t want to see you—” “You’re going to quit this job,” he cut off. “You will come with me and be my sex slave to pay all your sins.” “That’s not your decision!” I almost shouted. “You don’t own me.” That was when his expression changed—not into anger, but something colder and more certain. “I don’t need to own you,” he said calmly. “You already made that complicated a long time ago.”

I turned my head to his side and briefly held my breath. ‘Damn it. Why is he so handsome?’ Hate the idea that I was getting infatuated with a psycho, so I avoided his gaze very quickly. Then, I forged a cough. “Ahem.” Without looking back at him, I opened my lips, “I am here now. So, tell me. How should I pay you back and terminate the slave contract?” “You will work as a maid.” “Huh?” I uttered as I turned my head to his side. “You need more maid?”

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

“Why?” “So, you mean he… he did you?” she whispered the last phrase to me and giggled. I look at her with confused expression. “What do you mean he did—Oh…” I said after realizing what she was saying. “U-Uhmm t-that’s not—” “Oh, my gosh. You’re so lucky!” she exclaimed and even jump a feet away from me while covering her mouth. “Don’t you know that a lot of slaves and servants are hoping to get picked by him? One of the servants I know wanted to be a slave with the hopes of getting pick!”