Slavery Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I comprehended the risks, the darkness that lurked within his very essence, and yet, I couldn't deny the magnetic force that drew me to him. Should I dare to allow myself to fall in love with my master? The very man who claimed me as his blood slave? The unspoken rules dictate that blood slaves are never meant to forge romantic connections with their masters. Yet, I find myself grappling with this dilemma. The declaration he made, surpassing my every expectation, has left me pondering my path forward.

“Were you ever going to find a nice girl to settle down with?” “I've said before that I don't believe in marriage or love. I feel like it's a waste of time being tied down to someone who you may not even stay the rest of your life with. I feel free when I'm just hooking up here and there, knowing I don't have promises to keep and vice versa. I feel free knowing that I don't have to not stress myself thinking about someone else; if they've eaten, if they're well, or how much they love me and if they're cheating on me. I prefer fucking each other and going our ways.”

And I… I was the new doll on the shelf. I didn’t cry. That part of me died years ago. I just stood there, wearing the black silk slip they gave me. Thin enough to see the curve of my breasts, the shape of my nipples, the hard points of my thighs. One of the women tried to do my makeup—red lips, smudged liner—but I wiped it away the first chance I got. I didn’t want to look like a whore. Not when I hadn’t even been touched yet. They said virgins fetched a higher price. That men paid fortunes for the privilege of being the first. I wasn’t naive enough to believe I’d be special. I was property now. Owned. And I hated that some dark, twisted part of me liked the feeling.

One making her feel seen, the other making her feel claimed. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her body yielded, even as her mind screamed confusion. And when the night finally settled, both brothers had taken from her different, yet the same. Her chest rose and fell, tears at the corners of her eyes, though her lips still tingled from their kisses. She felt bound, trapped, yet also changed forever. Damian leaned down, his lips brushing her ear for the final word of the night. “This is only the beginning, wife. From now on, you will never belong to just one man. You are ours.”

I opened the window and took the letter, it was written in dad’s hand writing. “To my beloved wife of my dreams. You have made me happy and have given me three wonderful children, but now I must tell you that you must be good to Martin. As I leave you in this world I asked him to be my replacement, that means you will do as he says, you were a good woman and loved being the slave, he will be your master from this moment forward. This is my request to you in my final moments of life with you. I love you sweetheart” it read, I looked up from the paper and mom was still holding her coat open, “I am giving myself to you Martin” she said to me. “Are you sure about this mom, you freaked out when I

He saw that his proximity affected her so he returned to the small couch, crossing his legs in front of him, urging her to speak with a quirk of his brow. "It's a house where the slave masters sell and buy slaves. It's a dangerous place, especially for the female slaves. They are treated like animals. The slave masters have full control over their bodies and will do anything to them. Some are...raped every day. The male slaves are usually used in heavy-duty work. They don't seem to be treated any better either..." Rome winced mentally at the toneless way she spoke about it. "That was where–" Elora hesitated and swallowed. "That's all I know, Your Majesty. It's a terrible place."

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

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“I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, Julian. I’m the girl who stole from the devil and realized she liked the fire.” He groaned, a low, guttural sound, and stood up, carrying me back toward the cool darkness of the bedroom. The sun was high, the world was moving on, but inside the walls of Julian Vane’s world, time stood still. The debt was long since paid, but the collection never ended. I was his prize, his obsession, and his greatest sin. And as he threw me onto the bed and moved to claim me once again, I realized that some cages were worth more than freedom.

“You sold yourself. Signed and everything. It’s all right there.” “I never signed…” My voice trailed off. I brought my eyes up to his. Mira chuckled, linking her arm in his. He looked at her with adoration. All the pieces fell into place. They betrayed me. Both of them. My boyfriend and my best friend. They sold me into slavery. I now belonged to the Morven family, a true-blood noble family that lived at Wolfspire City. “Why would you do this?” I asked, biting back tears. Kalen snorted. “You don’t have a wolf, Senna. You were always dead weight.”