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Poppy assured, seeing the sad look on Imogen's face. "I know" She nodded while Poppy smiled. "That shameless wretch, she managed to seduce the master and his cousin. Then manipulate them into freeing her as a slave, I hate her. She is more worst than Isabella" "At least that means the position of the lord's favourite slave is opened, if we managed to seduce him then we also get to be free," Another slave said, as they murmured among them not minding if Imogen was listening. Poppy hissed at them and patted Imogen's left shoulder

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

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.

Magnus looked at her one more time before exiting the room, leaving her alone to do her tasks she turned back to the large room and heaved a long sigh. " Today's gonna be a long day", she said to herself before getting started. ********* " I hate this so much", Naya moaned in the head of her vessel sitting quietly along with some other slaves in the back seat of the black van. " Do you think we'll be meeting some elites today?", one of the slave girls asked. " I hope we do", another slave wished happily, " Oh goodness I wish we were meeting elites, imagine one of them taking a liking to you",

Once that do, like you they will trample us all over,” Lady Jade said with her teeth gritted, holding her voice so it won't be too loud, “lowly slave, you should be grateful to be given food and a roof to live under. People like you are lesser than livestock.” “Perhaps, Jade, it is because you deserve to be trampled. You look down on others and that caused you to be looked down upon the same way. You might want to start rectifying your wrong doings,” I answered using the same tone as Jade. What happened about me being a slave and a rogue happened almost nine years ago, but the wounds were still fresh and the memories of my dying Pack and family wasn't good that I would ever try to look back.

That was like a slap in the face for me since for some stupid reason, I feel an attraction for Antton that takes my breath away every time I have him near me, I feel like if he moves away from me it's like he's taking my soul away —What if... someone falls in love with one of them? Madi looks at me questioning my question. —You die, because they do not love, they are villains who do not care about the feelings of a human, they only enjoy our pain when they walk away and abandon the one they used as a blood bank, and that's not all, almost at the end she says that the worst is for the slaves because if their master dies, death too but their suffering is agonizing.

"We’ve been here for years, doing everything perfectly. You think you can just waltz in and—" "I don’t think anything," I cut in quietly, but firmly, my hands still picking up the remnants of the shattered meal. "I know what I am." The smaller woman laughed, though there was no humor in the sound. "What you are is a problem. You’re nothing but trouble. Master may have dragged you in, but don't think for a second that means you're special. We’ve seen many girls come and go—none lasted long." “I am not a slave.” My heart clenched, but I didn’t utter a word and kept my focus on the mess in front of me. The words stung, but I couldn’t afford to react.

Cora was diligently working in the kitchen, focused on her task of preparing food for the pack. As she stirred the pot on the stove, her concentration was interrupted by an Omega slave who approached her with a sneer on her face. She had recognized her as one of the more antagonistic slaves who often taunted and belittled her.The Omega slave, with a superiority complex evident in her demeanor, called Cora a rejected slave, the words dripping with contempt. She tried to ignore the insult, reminding herself to stay composed and not let the Omega's words get to her.

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.

William sat lazily on the sofa and joked, “Dave, you’ve been in the headlines quite a lot lately. Even reporters these days have no professional ethics—how could I not notice the scent of women lingering here at Bay Toon?” Dave’s gaze was dark and silent. He glanced at the beer bottle William had opened but said nothing. William didn’t mind; they were such close friends that he felt completely at ease. Dave was looking at him, and William found himself thinking—how could a clean-cut man like Dave ever bring a woman home? William blinked and said, “Women in Shanghai these days are really something. They’re all scrambling to climb into your bed. There was one who didn’t succeed and even asked