Slaves In Love Novels & Stories

This book holds three stories, they are series that is needed to be together. 1. The Slave Mafia. To save my Mother. "You're just my Slave, Olivia." I gasped at his words, those words subsisted enough to shatter me to pieces. But what should I do with it? I am nothing. "But... you tell me those words! You tell me you love me!" "I don't love you. I will never love you." River said with cold eyes. My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide, I came back to the reality, where I was fooling myself.

He may be my first mate and this is the first time I became a slave, but I am not innocent to these kinds of things. Some of the girls in my village who became a slave and was freed by their masters were talking about this stuff. They said it is normal for slaves to be s*x slaves. Some of them are even enjoying it. My back is resting in comfort against the soft mattress when suddenly, the bed rocked. Ryler positioned himself on top of me. I was busy traveling my eyes all around the room that I did not notice him approaching. He leveled his face at me. His eyes locked on mine. Without removing his gaze at me, he reach for my hands and held my wrists to place them above my head.

He could tell that I was not as loving as before. However, all he did was console himself and nothing else. He had it all planned out. Eric was going to keep basking in the love I gave him after we got married while still sneaking around with my sister in bed. I lowered my eyes and pretended everything was fine. Eric's love for me had always been true, and I never doubted it for one second, but it seemed like true love was not eternal. I must have caught a cold from coming home in the rain. At midnight, I started to burn up. My head was heavy, and I felt extremely drowsy. In my muddled state, I could hear Eric calling out to me.

I can never let him take my baby away from me. I wouldn't let him do that to me... To my surprise, he didn’t say anything. He just walked out of the room closing the door. Once he said I am not a slave and I can go wherever I want but now, he made me one! I am stuck here now and I don't know what to do... How can he change so much? I started pouring my heart out, I cried until my body refused to give away anymore tear. “Baby, Mumma will never leave you alone. I promise I will do anything just to be with you…” I murmured to my child.

Even if she and the lycan King had done what most couples or married couples do. She cannot be considered even as a secret lover in her current identity right now. Wen all of the slaves don't have the right to be a couple with anyone much more to their masters. The only thing that was available for them. Other than being a slave of all of the chores going on inside the hidden palace deep into the forest. Slaves can also be regarded as a plaything if they are useless in doing those chores. Kate was looking at nothingness with dead eyes. Her head rests quietly on Damein's shoulder while she just leaves Damein at doing all kinds of naughty things in her body.

The same girl I had blackmailed into becoming my slave, who I had beaten and fucked mercilessly. I didn’t love her in that way but if I gave it enough time, will I? Smiling, I didn’t respond to her. Loving Quinn? That wouldn’t be so bad, she’s everything I want in my woman but…. That didn’t matter right now because now, she was my slave, a piece of meat for me to fuck, use, and abuse and I liked that. “Go to sleep, my little fuck toy.” Staring at the ceiling, I could hear her light snores and I sighed. She was just my slave right now but what would it feel like if she weren’t just my slave?

Patrick was a serpent clan beastman. And serpents were born with lust in their blood. He had no interest in hunting—all he cared about was what happened in bed. Once or twice a day was fun. But once or twice every three days? That was pure torture for the mate. And Patrick was especially violent in bed—no tenderness, no gentleness, just brute force. He was lazy and useless too. In my past life, I was the one supporting him—hunting, gathering, putting food on the table.

Every stroke a claim deeper than skin. "Look at me." She did, tears spilling over. "You do not get to love me like a boyfriend, pet." I kept my rhythm steady, relentless. "You love me like a slave loves her owner. Like a whore loves the cock that ruins her. Say it." "I love you like a slave loves her owner," she gasped, hips rising to meet me. "Like a whore loves the cock that ruins her. I love you, Master. Please." I released her wrists only to cup her face, thumbs wiping tears as I fucked her harder.

I went back to my school to talk to Mr. Loove about possibly still going to Duke. He told me that he could try to pull some strings and still get me into the school but wasn’t able to make any promises. He then brought up the wedding, he told me how sorry he was that things happened the way they did but he would love to help me get in the classes that started in January. I thanked him for his head and headed back home. I was slowly trying to piece my broken life back together one thing at a time. It was now going into December. Finn and I had been sleeping together for a little over 2 weeks now. We started to get crafty with things he got a swing. We decided to have sex while driving he wasn

Angry, upset, disappointed, hate, exasperation, and great love for her husband. Unfortunately, she was not the type of person who felt uncomfortable being looked at that way for long. Aaron seemed to express all the feelings of his love through his gaze. There was a promise there, and his readiness and patience faced this problem with her. So, she was melting. Again. "You know for sure the reason," she grunted. Indeed, men could not understand women.