Star Wars Black Series Slave Leia Novels & Stories

He still holds all the cards like a slave trader with the slaves’ contracts and yet he wants me to pretend like everything is alright. Like taking him back would be easy. He boosts about pack runs and werewolf balls with a slave. Yet, these are the things I cannot say no to because playing his Luna is part of the contract I signed. Part of my duties and I will perform them to the best of my abilities, but I will not do the blood ceremony. A slave cannot sit on the table with the masters, after all, that is what I am to Kane for as long as he holds that contract. “I have been listening to you ranting and raging and I have had enough. I am sick of you calling yourself a slave when you are noth

But Gaida immediately reached out, gripping Atmos’s wrist in an iron hold and yanking him back into line. ​Malakai did not rise to the bait, but the air in the room was instantly dropped by ten degrees. Shadows stretched up the walls like reaching fingers as he fixed Daemon with a deadly, unblinking glare. ​"I have already kindly asked you to keep my mate’s name—and her origin—out of your mouth," Malakai said, his voice dropping into a register so dark it vibrated through the floorboards. "Leia was raised by humans due to circumstances beyond her control, but her soul is entirely Púca. She belongs to us. She is not like one of your stray wolves who wanders aimlessly into human towns to breed

“Yes, I'm ready." Alejandro opened the door and gestured that I should enter first so I did. The room was dark until he turned the lights on. What was inside the room that made my jaw drop? It is filled with sex toys, whips, and some devices that I don't know. As in there are a lot. “I am a dominant, Chloe and you are here to be my slave."

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

I stated, taking in her now disheveled form. Leia snorted and took a sloppy drink from her cup. "I'm glad I could get your opinion," she slurred, glaring at me. "And of course you're here, in a circle of drunk sluts just waiting to be fucked and horny guys who are just waiting to do the fucking."

We stood facing each other, both breathing hard and covered in a light sheen of sweat. "You're a natural," He said, and there was pride in his voice. "Sylvia, I've trained warriors for years, and I've never seen anyone take to combat like you just did. You have instincts that can't be taught." "Maybe it's because I've spent my whole life fighting to survive," I said quietly. "Being a slave, you learn to read people and to anticipate violence before it happens. Maybe that translates." His expression darkened. "You'll never be anyone's slave again. I swear it."

And the memories that came afterwards were far from pleasing. Half of my life was lived in pain and agony. From my hateful stepfather to my Mate, Alpha Alexander, they've only caused me pain. Only seen me as a tool for exploitation, I was sold because I was a burden, and my marriage has only been torture and nothing more. This was the first time I felt like human again, Alpha Conner has rekindled the flame of humanity in me.

I don't know when he planned to pay his debt. I started to sit down to eat. Shasta pulled my plate beside her. "I'm feeding you this morning, slave. You eat, then lick my cunt some more." She patted her lap and I sat down. Sarah pulled Lisa's plate next to her. "Sound's like a plan, Lisa. I don't think I'm done with your slave services for the day."

Like he was the one who felt the pain. "Stop it. Let him go. Enough of your dirty games. I know everything about you. I will no longer be your slave. I will tell everything to the police. Then we will see who is going to save your ass." My mouth dropped on the floor as I heard my brother standing for his rights. For the first time, I saw Sebastian fighting against De Leon.

After what felt like a lifetime of silence, one of the slaves, Stasha, stood and made her way toward the paper. She read the paper silently to herself; her face showed nothing but worry. She stumbled backward as though keeping her own weight on her feet was painful. After another breath of silence, Kamala finally stood and made her way towards the paper as well. I followed pursuit, wincing as I pulled myself to my feet. I held onto my chest and made my way towards the paper. There were 12 names for each of the 12 slaves. We had to choose one family each to go with.