Sold As A Slave, Now They Regret Novels & Stories

Words saying I was weak, tyrant, foolish, selfish, and a harlot spreads to the whole world and this hideous rumor was spread by my own beloved. I've become a slave, sold again and again, become toys for lust or torture for anyone who bought me. I've long cursed this long life of mine!, I despise this beauty of mine!, I cursed this world!, I cursed everything!!. Each day's I hope someone will end my life yet death never come to me, 2 months ago I was sold to another slave trader, as usual, I was brought around to be sell, but as the slave caravan I was with were traveling to the Kingdom of Hallerus the caravan was robbed by Bandits, almost all the slaves were killed, even I was badly injured,

“But… I could be wrong. I have been before.” Agatha frowned. “You see in the past Juniper used to beat and hit the slaves. After she’s done venting, I thought she would cool off, and be nicer to us. But no…” Christopher’s mind blinked back remembering the past. He softly smiled and brushed Juniper’s hair away from her shoulder. “But then she sold us off. One by one she gave us away… the slaves, selling us to the highest bidder. Whether they were used for experiment, tools, or sex it was up to the man or woman who bought them. We were high… and at price they were willingly to pay for us. The lives of a slave being expedite at the expanses of her price.” He chuckled after he was done explainin

So he was immediately auctioned off to a 50 years old or so importer and exporter who looked Mexican. For Ben, the future was bleak. Having heard several tales from Asahi about the plight of auctioned slaves, Ben concluded that it was the last time he would probably see his master and friends. He sunk into despair.

Sadness settled in my heart; I would never get that kind of life again, not after helping Alexa survive the heat of dying during childbirth. "Someone looks really lost in thought." One of the slaves mumbled, splashing water all over the spot I had just wiped clean. A slow hiss rolled out my lips as I looked up at the perpetrator. The rest of the slaves were laughing at me, no doubt having fun over how miserable I appeared. Just one miracle is all I need to be free and get back at these morons who think they are better off than me because we adorn the same uniform. If I had a sure way out, I would have settled far away long ago. But of what use will crying over spilled milk be? I felt a shado

How could such a thick skin be embarrassed? Wait for what? I was only sold for one hundred thousand? So cheap? I can't accept this at all! At least they should ask for millions—no, trillions! I am worth that much! Darn it, this family is hopeless. When I woke up in this world, all I experienced was anger and shame to the point that I want to vomit blood. This whole family will be added to my death list! Once a person was sold to the other clan, whatever the clan would do to this sold person, either get tortured or die won't care about them since they were already sold. Also, those who were sold were considered trash, dirty, ashamed, or not considered part of their clan.

It could have been my imagination, or the light, or my hopefulness playing tricks on me, but for a moment, I was sure that his eyes were gentle and kind. However… “People should never be bought and sold! Slavery is wrong!” I spat. That was the first thing that I wanted to tell this man who had just spent so much money to purchase me wasn’t my name. People are not mere objects. We can’t simply be bought and sold like this! Oh, no. What did I just say?

“Ye know, my boss doesn’t really like beating around the bush much. Last chance to save yer 33.3 and your captain!” “It’s useless now. Even if you know!” Morana said hoarsely, chewing on her tongue. “We already sold her! This time, the Wandering slave market was organized by Ruin. Anyone who had ever been sold to Ruin never returns to their normal life again. Never! Forget about her. Get yerself a new woman—” Zarek grabbed Morana’s throat, locking her filthy words in her mouth. Rage burst from my guts all the way up to my chest. My claws dug into her neck, blood dripping down her neck.

But every time I see her frightened face, anger fills my body against those who dare hurt her, and sadness to her aching heart. I was brought back again from my trance when she continued, still burying her head in her knees. "Ever since my parents sold me as a slave and people stopped calling my name, I eventually forgot what it was." "S-sold? What do you mean sold? Sold as in given away for money? What? How...how come?" Confusion was prominent on my face and was heard in every word as my brain was trying to process what my ears just heard. She slowly rose her head and looked at me and when she nodded confirming what I just heard, my blood started boiling inside of me and I could feel my eye

For my sake, Yelena went through IVF, enduring so much pain. She finally conceived, only for me to destroy everything with a moment of infidelity. I truly regretted it. If I had known things would end up like this, I never would have strayed. Wouldn't it have been better to stay faithful to one person? Humans were so foolish. They longed for what they couldn't have, only to take it for granted once it was theirs. I had worked so hard to win Yelena over, only to ruin everything with my own hands.

Freya eyed me warily from the cage on the other side of the room, but I paid her no mind, I couldn’t right now, it was taking all I had to keep myself sane. I had heard stories over the years, of slaves sold on the black market to less progressive packs, part of me had always assumed that they were just horror stories designed to keep a pack in line for fear of being banished to the rogues, but locked in a cage, mere hours from being sold, all the stories flooded back in pieces.