Slaves In Love Novels & Stories

“ You do not want to have sex with me, right?” Cody seems confused. “ Are you insane, slave?” His words confirm my thoughts. I look him in the eye and say, “ Just because I am a slave, you have sex with me. You do not love me and you do not really want to have sex with me. I am just a toy to you, and you want to use it just because you do not want to waste it.”

She on the other hand is the girl whose parents were killed, was made a slave, and now has powers she has no idea how to use. She felt small compared to her mates and wondered if the Moon Goddess did not make a mistake when pairing her with them. Growing up she was excited about meeting her mate and that feeling intensified when she was a slave. She prayed for her mate to come and find her. maybe save her from the life of slavery she was living, but as years went by and she did not shift. She gave up on the mate thinking that maybe she really was human and had no mate like werewolves do.

It was a golden opportunity, and I was glad they made good use of it. Our love continued to grow stronger until the day that illiterate slave stepped her dirty feet into the castle. She may seem pitiful and innocent as a kitten like she wasn’t aware of what she was doing. But I knew her plans. She was a snake. A sly fox who was here to snatch my husband, turn him against me and steal my position as Luna in this kingdom. But I won’t let that happen. I rather be put six feet under than see it happen. “Fuck that girl! Fuck the Slave auction,” I groaned in extreme rage and frustration, grabbed a pillow from the bed and tossed it away, causing the maid looking after me to flinch in shock and terr

He said it coldly and calmly She could have gone crazy! How could it be so cold that getting angry and screaming would be better for her He added with the same calmness: "First, do not compare me to my brothers. Second, you know very well that our relationship is not the same as theirs. Third, if they like you, treat them. I will not say go to them, but I will say get up and never leave the room." "Because I'm your slave, I'll do what you say and be silent, right? And I'll stay in my room talking to the wall until you come back every evening," she said, trying to get away and hold back her tears so that no one would see her.

She whispered, stemming down her sobs. “I will love only King, I will come to only you, I will give only you my hands, I will use only you, I will see only you, I will kiss only you. I won't make you my slave, I will be your slave instead so that I’ll never be free from you; I‘ll serve you, I will do whatever you want, I’ll stay away from Colton Adams. I'll give you my love that you'll be needy of me, you'll always want more and more until I’ve given you everything even my name. I'll be your slave instead, King. I'm all yours.” They were both shedding tears now, silent tears that they could only feel. He wiped her tears then he wiped his. His face came down to hers and he kissed off every tr

He didn’t even seem like he cared about it. “Our status doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that I love you. No one can tell me not to be with you because we have a status difference,” I had thought that I hadn’t heard him clearly when he said that he loved me. I decided to ask him, to know if I heard him clearly. “What did you say?” I asked feebly. “I said I love you and I mean it,” He said as he wrapped his arms around me. “Let me tell you something, Irene. Stop thinking about when you were still a slave. You left that life eight years ago. You are no longer a slave and please stop seeing yourself as a slave,”

More often than not, as soon as she reached the door, she could already hear Rosie's cheerful chatter coming from the inside. Marla would watch Rosie with pure affection, then urge Seline to hurry up and get married. Seline would always push back defiantly, and Marla would scold her, but there was never any real anger in her tone. Noelle knew Marla loved Seline deeply, so when Seline later insisted she didn't want to get married, Marla simply dropped the subject. But with Seline's passing, that love had… "Noelle." Hendrix's voice suddenly broke through her thoughts.

"But.... That's barely four months away." Damien ran a hand over his face. Marriage. Love. The words felt like chains. He thought of the women in his life; glamorous, good diggers who were just with him for the money. Not one would want to sit in this room with him now. Not one would stand beside him when it mattered. “You can’t expect me to just… fall in love on demand,” Damien said bitterly. His grandfather gave a weak, stubborn smile. “Make it work however you want. But if I die and you’re still alone, you get nothing. No company. No empire. Nothing.”

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.

He looked at me. What nonsense is he blabbing about? How can a noble Alpha like me love a dirty and pathetic slave? Am I crazy or what? “Arnold, you're getting this all wrong. I would never in this life or the next feel something for a worthless slave like her. She is just mine to use whenever I feel like. There's nothing else there.” I said. “I'll leave you and your skepticism for now, but I'll sit down, fold my hands and watch how things play out.” Arnold smirked.