Slaves In Love Novels & Stories

"This despite the fact she was letting you fuck her mother, and the other sex you were getting during the cum breaks arranged at work, and fucking my slaves while I was gone." Sean looked down at his plate. "Yes, sir." "Sounds pretty shitty on your part. You get to fuck anyone your Mistress allows you to, but she can only fuck you. Do you think that's love?" "I don't understand, sir." "Sounds similar to what I was doing with my slaves. My attitude towards them was 'I can fuck anyone I want. You can fuck a few other women, but don't fuck any other men. It makes ME feel bad when you fuck another man, so don't. Despite how you might feel about me fucking other women instead of you, I still get

I asked with a little hope "is it because you still love me" he gave a smirk and said "do you think I still loves you then remove all your dreams I bought you here to make you my slave so stop daydreaming of being my girlfriend again you are a slave and iam your master remember that in your brain you never deserves my love" my eyes filled with tears yes iam a fool after all these also I still expected love from him but why you started hating me easily is our love that weak he is looking towards me I don't know what to speak I wanted to cry very hard I want to express my every feeling but I cant I need to go from here I wiped my tears and said "I want to go back to my home" he chuckled and sa

They tied her up now and I gazed ahead until they were done and that was when I looked at her. “Despite all the judgments and threats I got. Despite all the disrespectful comments the people made about me, I still chose to be with you— a slave girl because I loved you and I thought you loved me too. But it turns out I was wrong and everyone else was right. Royal Blood and Slave Blood can never mix.” I told her now.

His eyes burned into her and his voice was full of conviction as he whispered, "I love you so much," He said and reached for her hand. "But why me? Why do you choose to love me? There are so many ladies, and to be honest. Many people don't want me to be with you, even your family. So why will you love someone like me, am I just a slave? Filthy, weak and not worth your love. I... can't"

“Of course. My lord was very generous in purchasing from my tent; I fear you may feel dishonoured if I allow you leave without expressing my gratitude.” With a clap of his hands, three slaves entered the room. They knelt in unison, back straight and head bowed dressed provocatively in thin linens and jewelleries. The youngest was barely a year older than Lucian’s own son, Nathaniel, and the sight made Lucian scowl and stomach churn. “Please, accept them as my gift.” The master pleaded. Lucian sighed. Four was a crowd when he only needed one. The slave master wouldn’t yield until Lucian accepted these slaves to avoid conflict or dissatisfaction in the future. Trevor would help them.

She slaps a hand over her mouth with a shuddering gasp. “Sheila is the girl I met when we were children. We got separated by external forces, and I brought her back years later as my slave. Sheila had always gotten my heart, my body and soul. I didn’t love her but I’ve loved her forever and that I’ll continue to love her till my hair turns gray, my lungs grow weak and my eyes are shutting down and even at that last moment she would be my song. Her name singing on my lips because she was made for me.”

Where is the Marcus who hates me and told me that I am not worthy of love? Where's the Marcus who can't take looking at me? Where's the Marcus who hates me? "We can't be together. Can't you see it? We are always stuck in a situation where our love is forbidden. Even the universe can't let us be together," He let out a sarcastic laugh and looked at me with his eyes filled with anger. "Fuck that universe, Lillian! That fucking thing won't decide for us...this is between us." He gently held my hand and caressed it with his thumb. "Just say that you still love me and I'll come back to you in a heartbeat,"

She said trying to catch her breath. "Oh my God! The king is going to kill me!" She whisper shouted. "He doesn't have to know. Come on Tierra, you can't tell me you don't feel this connection between us." Damien moved closer to her but Tierra pushed him back. "Connection!? My Prince, I don't know if you realised it but I'm a slave, your a prince. I'm black, your white. This is illegal!" Her eyes watered. "I'm sorry your highness but I can't do this. Goodnight." She said before entering the closed door.

the room was fresh and cool, comfortable for everyone to love but for some reason, she felt hot in there. "slave!" she mutters under her breath, as she makes her way out of the big building...it was funny how things have ended up, her being not only a slave but a sex slave to a billionaire was still just a nightmare to her...all her life, she's ever known but one man and that's Mark...

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.